What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn't even be doing this I look like a crazy girl gone full mad at this point.

I wipe my sweaty hands on the fabric of my jeans and take in a steady deep breath as I get ready to knock on the perfectly painted white glass doors.

My pink plump lips nervously smudge themselves together as the curls that I spent all morning curling now happen to fall into my face, I blow out a steam of cold air to move it out of my sight and do my absolute best to calm my rapid heartbeat.

Just knock, Giana.

Put your fist to the door and knock.

Why can't I do it?

Fist to door, fist to door, it's so simple— two steps, that's all it is!

Okay I'm going to do i— "Liam," a girl giggles softly, and that's when I freeze in place, my feet glued to the ground as the feeling of my blood runs cold at the sound. That one giggle is enough to snap me out of my thoughts— that one giggle! It stops me from doing the one thing that I've been working up the courage all day to do.

The giggling continues and I can't help but force myself away from his front door to investigate where it came from, I make sure to carefully walk around towards the back gates, but not in the spots where the snow on the ground will leave a fresh set of footprints.

I gulp hardly as I see Liam in the back with the girl from the other day, the girl I'm assuming is his new girlfriend.

This right here just proves that I should leave.

Whatever Liam once felt for me is surely in the past by now, and by the look of it he's clearly moved on, and if I love him like I'm claim I do than I should want him to be happy. . . So, why do I want to be selfish? Why am I bubbling with jealousy? Why do I want to stomp back there and yell at him that I still love him?

I was going to.

I was about to.

That's what I came here for after all, but as he wraps his muscular arms around her tiny frame and a genuine smile is on his beautiful face, all signs of hope leaves my body.

I can't ruin his chance of happiness just because I choose to listen to him now, he's been trying for the last two years to get me to understand and now that he finally moved on— I'm the one who wants to hold him back?

My eyes gleam with tears, automatically filling themselves up as I see him laugh so effortlessly with her, the same way he once laughed with me.

His fluffy dark blue winter coat is zipped snugly up to his chest, but not entirely since there's still a slight peaking of his white long sleeve popping through, a pair of denim jeans that fits him nicely, and he has on a dark grey beanie that is pushing his brown hair back. And I just can't help myself from secretly wondering— hoping, even, if that's the same one I helped him pick out at the mall two winters ago. This outfit is something so different from what he use to wear, but something that is definitely not unsuiting on him— he can make anything look good if I'm being honest.

I'm use to the hot weather, Liam, even when we were in school he managed to dress with T-shirts during the winter.

But I cannot deny how handsome he looks. . . Now my mind won't stop imagining him in front of a fireplace with a hot chocolate in his hand, or how he throws his head back laughing like he always does, over some stupid joke I made just to make me feel good.

My eyes focus on the girl who has her hair up in a tight high ponytail and a beautiful grey sweater dress on that hugs all her curves perfectly, she has on black stockings since it's cold out, and they look the ideal winter couple that should be plastered on a billboard for everyone to see.

The taste of my own tears wakes me up— I didn't even realize I was crying until now, or just how bad this was actually hurting me.

Let him go, Giana.

If two people are meant to come back and find each other they will.

— Flashback —

"Do you actually believe that stuff?" Liam questions curiously as I scroll past a cheesy quote on the internet that someone posted about ten minutes ago.

My eyebrows crinkle together in confusion as my shoulders come together to let out a simple shrug, I scroll back a post so I can pay more attention as to what it said exactly and read the quote over in my head.

'If two people are meant to be together, they will always find a way back to one another.'

"I would like to think so, do you?"  I ask now intrigued by his response and he looks down at me as if he was trying to memorize every single detail about this moment. "I would like to think so." He confirms his voice so soft and gentle as his eyes continue to roam mine, searching for— I actually don't exactly know myself?

I give him a confused smile and let out a breathless laugh. "What?"

A smile now tugs at his lips and he can't help but look down at the ground, failing miserably and smiling anyways. "You're truly something else, you know that?"

My eyes fall to the floor as my lower lip rolls into my mouth. "I hope that's a good thing."

His fingers go under my chin, lifting it ever so slightly so my eyes reach his, and causing my heartbeat to increase. The way he's looking at me— no one has ever looked at me like that.

He caresses my cheek and I can't help but lean my head towards his hand, soaking in this moment for as long as I can. "It's definitely a good thing." He confirms with a dazzling smile.

"Good because I-"

"I'm in love with you, Russo." He blurts out and my eyes widen in surprise as I take in those words for the first time.

— End of flashback —

"Goodbye Liam." I whisper out just loud enough for me to hear and just loud enough for me to move on. 

___________

(One week later)

Matthew Mazzanti and I going to the movies on an ordinary Friday night in this extremely cold whether? Shocking, I know.

Usually I hate leaving the house during the winter but seeing as I need a break from everything going in my life, I figured hanging out with Matt will help me get my head off of other things that my mind shouldn't be on.

This movie theater doesn't get really packed as much as it use to because, most people now go to the theater across the street. It's the one that has those fancy reclining seats and cool slushy machines, but since the tickets were all sold out for that theater we decided to go to this one.

"Friday's are for the boys, everyone says that." He retorts and I look at him as if he's crazy. "Who says that? You and Logan don't count."

"Everyone does," he laughs and I shake my head at him with a playful smile. "No way! Everyone says that Saturday is for boys, it's never been Friday. Where do you get your facts, Matt?"

"On google?" He says unsurely.

"You're absolutely crazy," I giggle as we continue to wait on line for our ticket. "If we're going to say Friday is for the guys than I'm calling dibs on Saturday for the girls."

"What girls? The only girl you hangout with is your mom." He banters and I shoot him a glare as I punch his shoulder.

"My mom is great company." I defended and he gave me an amused smirk.

"I never said she wasn't."

"I hate you."

"I love you too babe." He winks.

Liam's POV

"So, where's the girlfriend tonight?" Madison laughs as we park my car towards the front of the movie theater.

There's this cool new theater up the block from my house, but of course my sister took five hours getting ready so when we finally arrived, it was practically sold out of all tickets especially since it's a Friday night. When I heard that I figured we could do something else instead, but Madison will literally throw a tantrum if we don't so she forced me to take her to the older one across the street.

We both get out of the car and start heading towards the direction of the theater. "She's out with her friends, why do you think I'm hanging out with you tonight?" I smirk and she instantly scoffs at my comment.

"Yeah, yeah, deny it all you want but everyone secretly knows you what to hangout with me." She remarks proudly, her winter boots clacking against the three concrete steps to reach the front of the movie theater doors.

I pull the doors open and instantly get engulfed by the warm air making the cold chill leave my body. I hate the cold. "Who's everyone? Your stuffed animals?"

"You're a real jerk." She replies with a sarcastic eye roll, the two of us walking in sync towards the ticket booth.

My eyes trail among the few people in line patiently waiting in front of us and I swear I had to a double take at who I thought I saw.

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?

I gulp hardly as my heartbeat rapidly increases in my chest without my control.

"Hey, isn't that your ex-"

I covered Maddie's mouth with my hand and tell her to shut it before she can hear.

She nods her head understandingly and we both can't help but look back over to where she was standing.

Wow.

Her long brown hair is now right below her collarbone, and it's highlighted to the point where I can almost mistake for her being a blonde— and damn does she look good with it.

How is she possibly able to get more stunning by the day?

Her tall, hourglass frame is leaned against the old wall, laughing with that contagious laugh of hers, the same one that just makes you want to smile for no apparent reason and— is that Matt? You've got to be kidding me.

What is she doing here with him?

She playfully punches him in the shoulder with a roll of eye her eyes, the same way that she use to do with me, and for some reason I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy rush through me.

She's been ignoring my calls for him?

"You still love her?" Madison hums aloud, but for some reason it sounded more like she was stating the obvious rather than asking me if that's how I really feel.

"Who said I stopped?" As soon as those words leave my lips Madison and I both turn to look at each other with a similar wide-eyed expression.

Did I actually just say that?

I can't deny that I think of Giana everyday. . . More like every morning, every night, and absolutely whey single moment I get in between that— but gosh, seeing her in person? Seeing her makes me realize how much I'm still in love with her.

She's moved on. 

It's pretty clear that she wants nothing to do with me; she doesn't answer my calls, she won't even give me a second to hear me out, and it's all my fault.

The two pay for their ticket and only two more people are in front of us now.

I have a girlfriend I shouldn't be thinking of her— not like this, but she's all I've ever wanted. She gets me in a way that nobody has ever understood me.

Don't get me wrong, Sierra is a great girl but she's no, Giana Russo.

"I'll have two tickets to whatever the girl with the short blonde hair and the crazy dude that's with her just paid for." I slam the cash on the table, not even wasting a single second of my time to glance over at the person behind the booth, because right now, my eyes are too infatuated on her and what she's been doing for the last two years of her life.

(A/n- Chapter five is officially out! What are your thoughts on this chapter? Do you think Liam is finally going to talk to Giana? Thank you all so much for reading. Please, please don't forget to comment, share, and click that little star button at the bottom of the page. Until next time!)