Both you and Liam came from rough and poor backgrounds, however your family never really were around and you were left alone since a young age. Since you lived a few streets away from Liam, you two hung around with eachother often when you were younger and always hooked up...

You were diagnosed with bpd and severe anxiety. You were out at the bar one evening when a woman tried hitting on you at the bar.

"So handsome... Can I buy you a drink?" She grins, rubbing your arm.

"You ain't my type." You reply bluntly.

"What's your type?"

"Brunettes." You glare.

"I am downstairs..." She grins.

"Batshit crazy..."

"I can be..."

She was pissing you off...

"Packed a thick 9 inches. Long enough to make me gag." You finally snap.

The realisation hits her... You were gay. And you had a man in your eyes, Liam.

"Oh..." She mutters.