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

97.) Decided.

"Since you went away, there's nothing left in mine

I feel myself running out of time

And now I'm one step closer to being

Two steps far from you...!!"     - {Infinity by One Direction}

Alya's P.O.V.

The next morning I woke up to the right side of my pillow, soaked with tears and my eyes were feeling too heavy. My head felt like it could burst any moment while my heart? I could feel it sink, every time I had a thought about Liam. It felt as if it didn't want to exist anymore; too tired of beating for somebody who never loved me; for someone, to whom I never meant anything.

This is not how I pictured myself with Liam. This is nothing close to what I've been imagining the future of my relationship with him. This has to be some awful dream. This cannot be the reality.

With tear-brimmed eyes, I sat up straight on the bed and grabbed my phone from the table. 7 am? The last time I checked the time it was half past five. Letting out a heavy sigh, I checked for any message from Liam but nothing.

Wiping away the tear that had escaped my eye, I stood up on my feet and made the way towards the washroom. After freshening up, I wore the same clothes that I'd worn the other day and tossed Perrie's tee and pajama in the basket, for laundry.

Stepping back into the room, I sat myself on the edge of the bed, thinking over who to call so as to inquire about Liam and to find out if he was doing okay. Since Paddy seemed to be the best suited option at that point of time, I quickly dialed his number and stood up on my feet again.

Answering on the second ring, he spoke into the phone. "Hey Alya. How are you doing?"

"Good. And you?" I spoke in a low voice, pacing back and forth in the room then.

"I'm great." He paused for a second and spoke again, "Are you sure you're okay?" His tone hinted concern. "Yeah. Why?" I was confused. Why was he asking the same question again?

"Nothing. It's just... just a little too early so.. yeah." He told me and I, instantly, checked the time in my phone. 

7.30 am? Shit!

"I... I... actually... Its..." and random words kept falling from my mouth, not knowing what to say exactly.

"He's fine, Alya." His words took me by surprise. "Don't worry. His mom is taking good care of him."

"Are you in Wolverhampton as well?" I was shocked.

"Yeah I am. Leaving back in an hour." He told me. I then sensed him walking as he continued talking to me on the phone. "Do you wanna talk to him?" He asked and I heard the sound of the door creak.

"What? No. No." My reply was abrupt and I drew in a heavy breath. "I.. I meant... not now. Some other time maybe." I didn't know what was coming out from my mouth at that point of time.

"He misses you though." He told me in a tender voice and a small smile spread across my face.

But in the next second, the smile faded away when the reality hit me that if he really did miss me and want me back in his life, he would've called me or at least texted me.