Never Gonna Let You Go

The One With Smudges and Smoothies

Hi everyone! I can’t remember if this has taken a while, but woo, posting! :) Hopefully everyone likes this chapter, I know for a fact I (Ara) flailed while writing more than a reasonable amount of times. As much as I love “shipping” my friends with others, I’ll admit, these two make my heart melt. Don’t judge me and be gentle on the comments if you don’t agree why I love them. I might actually slap someone and it’s late and I’m not opposed to having a sass-match.

Lots of credit to the dear LTT, she’s adorable and cute and put up with my flailing, exhausted, self. Love you guys! Night!

Alright, second times the charm? First time I've had a chapter deleted... And Ara is adorable when she flails, and she still brings it all together for me while flailing so...

Enjoy

--Ara and LTT

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing?”

Looking down at a grumpy, yet angrily-attractive, man, Alexa couldn’t will herself to blush. She did nothing wrong anyways, why should she? Just because an attractive man talked to her first -despite the fact he was almost shouting- did not mean she would be reduced to hormones.

That didn’t mean her vocal chords would be as confident as she was, however.

“I asked what you were doing,” the man was frowning, Alexa finding it more similar to pouting, “you’re standing on my jacket.”

Now her face broke into red blotches, her feet moving on their own accord to hastily jump from the park bench she stood on. “I’m so sorry!” Alexa winced, her old camera dangling around her neck lifelessly as she started patting at the dry mud and leaves she left in her wake.

Not bothering to look up, Alexa felt like the grassy park should just swallow her whole. She had been so into her photography assignment she had completely disregarded earthly things in her way. She grumbled, mumbling about it being the story of her life.

“Sorry!”

He just sighed, though it sounded half like a huff, “No, it’s my fault for getting overly upset. It’s alright, really. I’m just having a bad day.” Taking his jacket from her outstretched hand, he brushed it off again. “Thanks.”

Mutely shaking her head, Alexa shrugged as she looked up from under her lashes only to find him gazing at her. Unable to take her brown eyes away from his similar eyes, she nervously bit the insides of her cheeks.

“Uh, s-sorry again,” she settled with stepping backwards, her feet bringing her away from where he watched her with a small smile forming on his pink lips.

“Ah! There you are!” Stepping on an uneven surface, Alexa flinched as she spun to see Elyse beaming down at her.

Cursing herself, Alexa was hoping her friend would find her after she had disappeared from near this once-disgruntled man. Ideally, she hoped Elyse would be at the park an hour ago to help her pick a selection of photographs for her portfolio, but she knew that was asking too much. If Alexa had a best friend that looked like Zayn Malik she wouldn’t want to leave his company either -

With wide eyes at the assumption she knew Elyse was bound to make at being such close proximity to a man, Alexa felt like a synapse had finally hit her brain. That’s why he looked so familiar! Oh hell, she was in for it.

“Lex, I didn’t know you knew Liam already!”

Alexa blanched, her teeth clenched, “I didn’t.”

Liam interrupted, “She just stood on my jacket,” seeing the small girls narrowed eyes he shut his eyes tightly, a hand flying to his mouth in shame. “Uh, I mean -”