A Crazy Lil Thing Called LOVE || L.P.

88.) 'Trust'

"I ask for your trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give...

But it is all I ask for....!!"

"I thought I was in relationship with you and not the whole world, Liam." I smiled meekly, wiping off the tears from my cheeks.

"Then you need to know that I don't want people to think all that stuff about my girlfriend and call her a slut and what not." He snapped at me, throwing his hands in the air out of frustration.

"Okay." I said, nodding my head and took a step in the opposite direction.

"Don't walk away. I'm still talking." He spoke aloud.

"But I'm done talking to you." I spoke in a composed tone and turned around, finally, walking out of the room.

Alya's P.O.V.

Reaching the lobby, I sat myself on the couch, still trying to process what just happened. Liam, actually, let Max's words get into his head; The words of that guy who didn't even know me. Not even a bit.

He doesn't know how I act around my friends, how I talk crazy things when I'm around those people who are close to me, how I behave carelessly when I'm around 'my' kind of people, how I consider all the lads as the members of my own little family, how much they all mean to me, how much Liam means to me.

But Liam? He does.

In spite of knowing every little thing about me, he still believed what Max said. He doesn't trust me. Who am I even kidding? It's high time that I accept the truth that he has never trusted me.

I was laying on the couch, my body curled up in a ball and tears were flowing through my eyes when, suddenly, the loud sound of the door slamming, startled me. Quickly, sitting up on the couch, I wiped off the tears from my face and looked at the door through the corner of my eye.

A second later, Liam stepped in the lobby and he had his jeans and sneakers, on. Where is he going now?

Looking around the lobby, it seemed as if he was searching something and the moment his eyes stopped on me, I looked away, immediately. "So is that it then? No explanations?" His words took me aback and I, promptly, glanced at him, meeting his gaze.

"What?" My brows were pulled together in a furrow and I passed him a confused look while getting up from the couch.

Taking a step in my direction, he motioned his hand in the direction of his room. "Just because you walked away back then, doesn't mean we are done with this conversation. You still owe me an explanation." His tone was rude and he was, still, sounding angry.

Crossing my arms across my breast, I asked, "Explanation? For what?" Before he could say something, I started walking towards him and spoke up, "For proving that I'm not a slut? That I don't sleep around with people? No wait, your friends?" I half-laughed, air-quoting the word 'your friends'.

"Or do you want me to stop talking to Harry, Niall, Louis , Zayn, Andy and every single guy I'm friends with, just because some of your friends think that I'm fucking them?"

I wasn't even thinking before saying anything that was coming out of my mouth then. I didn't care at all. I was letting every word slip, just like that, without any filter. And I suppose, he needs to hear the truth this way.