You're Mine
There, she had seen Liam playing an instrument and singing on stage alone.
He had been dressed in a white shirt and simple jeans, sitting in front of a piano at the corner of the stage, singing an old English song. Honestly, he wasn’t particularly good at singing. At least, it hadn’t been really breathtaking. However, her eyes had been drawn to him, and she had stared at him, infatuated. She had watched his long slender fingers dancing smoothly atop the piano keys, watched as he slowly swayed his body and sang composedly.
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