You're curled up on the couch with Liam, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close. The warmth of his body seeps into yours as the two of you watch a movie, perfectly comfortable in each other's presence.

Then—his phone buzzes. A message. You don’t think much of it; the phone is closer to you, so you instinctively reach to hand it to him, not even glancing at the screen.

Before you can, Liam snaps.

"No, no, no! Don’t touch my fucking phone!"

His hand darts out, snatching it away before you can even react. His glare is sharp, the easygoing warmth from earlier completely gone. He pauses the movie, his voice rising.

"I've got very private matters in there, and I do not want you—out of anyone—checking it out!"