Steve turned and walked towards me after I demanded what he was doing here.
For the first time since I'd seen him, Steve looked panicked and anxious. His usual smirk was missing from his face and his appearance was a mess. He had thrown on a thin t-shirt without even a jacket to shield himself from the cold. His eyes had bags under them and looked bloodshot. In less than a day he had changed from a confident, cocky player to one who looked like he'd heard the worst news of his life.
“Oh thank god I found you Amelia, you've got to come with me right away,” he said in a rush, coming towards me but I backed away.
“You're drunk again aren't you? Do you have any idea what Zayn would do to you if he saw you here?” I asked, glaring at him.
“Please, that guy doesn't scare me,” he said, rolli
