"The chance to love and be loved exists no matter where you are."
– Oprah Winfrey
Liam's POV
"Joyeux Anniversaire!" I said, hugging Amelia.
"What's that?" she asked, breaking the hug. We both were sitting on the balcony with beer bottles and the pizza box.
Obviously, we had drunk more than we planned to. But it feels amazing, everything was just so light. It feels so refreshing. I had never get this much drunk ever.
"It's a happy birthday in French," I told her.
"How many times you'll tell me a happy birthday. You already told me so many times." She said with a small smile. Even though her voice slurred but I found it beautiful.
"I will tell it thousands of times, happy birthday to you. Happy happy birthday to our Amelia." I said, clapping my hands.
"You're drunk," she said, laughing at me
