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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"Nothing in this world is more difficult than Love...!!"
Liam's P.O.V.
"I actually... I don't wanna do it." Her words caught me off guard and I watched her with furrowed brows as she continued speaking. "I... I feel a bit... tired." She told me in a low voice, handing over the clothes to me and passed me a small smile, which I could easily tell was a fake one.
"What do you mean?" I was prompt with my question and placed the clothes on the marble slab before I followed her into the room.
"I mean, I don't feel like doing it anymore." She told me, walking across the room and finally stopped near the edge of the bed as she continued, "I wanna rest at home for a few days, you know." With that, she glimpsed me, passing me another small smile and then, she started folding the duvet.
Now, I am one hundred percent sure that I'm the reason that she doesn't want to go for this performance.
Stepping forward, I took the seat on the bed, close to where she was standing then. "Listen to me, babe," I said, gesturing her to stop whatever she was doing and took her hands in mine, pulling her closer towards me. "I know why you don't wanna do it." I paused for a second, trying to read her expressions while she, instantly, looked away. "It's because of what all happened yesterday night, right?"
Letting out a fake laugh, she rolled her eyes at what I'd just said and tried to walk away from me but I didn't let go of her hands. "It's nothing like that, baby." She said, letting out a heavy sigh. "I just don't feel like doing it." She still didn't make an eye contact with me, which only made my point more clear.
"Look at me," I spoke in a low but demanding voice and she finally glanced at me, meeting my gaze. "Come here, sweetheart." My voice was tender. I then passed her a loving smile, motioning my eyes towards my lap and she quietly seated herself.
In another moment, I started caressing her back from above her tee with my left hand and intertwined the right one with her left hand. Wrapping her free arm around my upper back, her gaze got fixated on our entwined hands while mine on her innocent face.
"I'm sorry for last night." I finally spoke up a minute later and she instantly looked up, meeting my gaze. "I really am." Passing me a small smile, she shook her head at me as if she was disagreeing with my words.
"Baby, there's nothing to be sorry ab---"
"There is!" I stated, cutting her off in the middle of her sentence and nodded my head at her, seconding my own words. "I was way too drunk and I fucking over-reacted and spoke crap last night but I hope you know that I didn't mean any of that bullshit," I said, staring right into her eyes while she continued watching me, quietly, all through that while. "I seriously didn't mean it," I said and meant those words.
