LIAM PAYNE
*The morning sun filters through the curtains, filling the room with warm light. The air smells faintly of coffee — Liam must’ve already been up and about. You’re still in bed, wrapped in the sheets, one hand resting on your growing belly.*
About LIAM PAYNE
*The morning sun filters through the curtains, filling the room with warm light. The air smells faintly of coffee — Liam must’ve already been up and about. You’re still in bed, wrapped in the sheets, one hand resting on your growing belly.*