Imagine falling head over heels for somebody you didn't even want to meet at first. Sounds far-fetched, right?
Liam Payne from One Direction is not at all keen on seeing Alya Singh, who is a singer from India. He, along with his band-mates, has to p...
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"You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't.
If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it.
If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love."
Alya's P.O.V.
"Liam actually hasn't---"
"Zayn, please," My words came out a bit louder than I had intended them to and my back still facing him. The last thing I wanted to hear at that moment was someone giving Liam's side.
"All right," He spoke after a few seconds and sounded worried. "Just one last thing," He started off again but this time, I didn't interrupt him since I was not in a condition to speak. I was choking on my sobs then. "Take as much time you want, love, but please don't make any foolish decision just because you're upset." He counselled in a tender voice. When I neither turned around nor say anything in response, he let out a sigh of defeat.
I know I am being rude to Zayn and I may even be over-reacting, but at this very minute, I am way too livid to think anything but logical.
What's hurting me the most is not that Liam lied to me or hid his relationship with Claire from me, but the fact that even after being in a relationship with me for almost ten months now, why does he still feel that I'll leave him?
Am I doing something wrong here? Am I not putting in enough efforts? I really need some time to figure out why can't Liam still trust my love for him.
Running the fingers of his hand through my hair lovingly, Zayn gave a light pat on my head and placed a soft kiss on the side of my head before he finally made his way out of the room. The second I heard the click of the door, I sat up straight on the bed and pressed my legs hard against the breast, wrapping my arms around them. Resting my forehead against the knees, I drew in a heavy breath, sobbing loudly then and thought about what Zayn had said.
A few minutes later, a masculine voice coming from the direction of the door startled me and I instantly looked up. "Sweetheart, you okay?" Standing near the doorstep, Louis passed me a sympathetic smile and I buried my face in between my knees again.
"Not in a mood to talk right now, Louis," I mumbled, sniffling lightly, trying hard to control my tears from falling.
Louis being Louis paid no heed to what I had just said and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. I then sensed him taking the seat next to me on the bed while I ignored him and kept sitting in the same position.
"Sweetheart," His tone sounded more tender than the usual days. "I just came here to have a little chat with you." I was about to request him to leave but he spoke up again, cutting me off. "I swear I'm not here to defend Liam. Just hear me out, okay?" It seemed as if he meant business then and no bullshit. "You don't need to say a thing. Just listen, yeah?" His tone was full of concern.
