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Andy's POV

“It’s okay mate, we cleared things up anyway, that was what I wanted to talk to you about.  She.... she’s driving me crazy. I’ve never felt like this before, ye know what I mean?” I said, to Max, over the phone.

“Are you for real right now? Be careful, man. Remember it’s Liam Payne; we don’t want any more controversy now don’t we? I can’t believe you got chased by paparazzi. What a date that must have been,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Yeah, it was so much fun. And I know, I know ,she’s taken. Gotta keep my distance,” I said, before hanging up. I couldn’t stop smiling, I haven’t been this happy in a while. I was delighted to see her again, but to get share so many perfect moments with her in one night. There was this one moment when we were hiding in the dark alley when she was so close, I was protecting her and I could feel her heart thumping under her chest. Then when she looked at me, I wanted to kiss her so badly. This sudden magnetic pull came between us and I struggled to overcome it. I almost gave in to it before a photographer showed up and she grabbed my hand and pulled me away before our photo was taken.

When she laughed, it made me all the more ecstatic. I just wanted to write a million love songs.  But really, I was as happy as a lark. For the first time, another girl that wasn’t Mollie had genuinely made me happy. I mean, after our break up, the guys had persuaded me to go on a bunch of dates with all these pretty blondes, hoping I would forget Mollie like that. But seeing those blondes only reminded me of her luscious blonde locks and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I just resorted to drinking, I went out almost every night and then in the morning while battling a hangover, lyrics would pop in my head and I’d head to the studio and write a new song.

But Angela didn’t remind me of Mollie at all, she was so different, so refreshing. It seemed fast, but my heart was opening up to the idea, and surely love was taking over me.

ANGIE’S POV

“So did you meet up with Stella McCartney’s people like I organized? You know I want you to be the most beautiful-“

“No, I didn’t ,” I snapped, as we ate breakfast as my place. There was a short silence and then Liam’s face turned from a cheerful one to a dead right downcast one. His voice was just so irritating these days, he went on and on about the wedding and I just wasn’t sure if I was quite ready to be bounded for life to him.

“I thought you wanted Stella, I’m sorry, I can call up Vera Wang then, hold up I’ll tell my assistant to-“ he started, removing his phone from his pocket.

“Liam, what’s the rush?” I asked, bluntly.

He just turned and gave me a grave stare. Wow , Angie, maybe you shouldn’t have said that. Clearly this was a sensitive subject for Liam over here and maybe I had just pushed him over the edge.

“What's the rush? Wait, it’s been 5 freaking months Angie? Don’t you want to get married already?”

I don’t, I thought to myself.

“I do, but I just feel a bit rushed you know. I’ll check out the dresses but don’t worry too much about the wedding okay? Focus on your work for now. The new album is more important right now,” I begged Liam, in my sugar coated voice. He just looked into my eyes with this really drained expression. I think my constant delaying of the wedding was getting to him, and even my sweet requests were beginning to tire him out.

“Anything for you!” he mumbled.

Later in school, all I could think about was the next time I was going to get to see Andy. He hadn’t texted me since our little rendezvous in the city a few days ago. It was so weird how we subconsciously knew that we liked each other , and that was why he had to apologize for kissing Caggie in front of me, but at the same time, I coudn’t blame him for staying away from me while I was engaged. It was the weirdest situation ever. It’s like I wanted him to keep on trying , to keep on flirting with me while I was still taken, just so that I can know that he wants me. At least, you know, till I’ve made up my mind. But we both know Andy Brown isn’t that stupid.

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