Chapter Eleven: Stronger

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Liam’s POV

 I see Alia sitting in the bedroom, reading a book. I walk up, pull the book down so she is looking at me, I lean in and kiss her. She smiles, and scrunches up her nose cutely.

“Liam, I am trying to read—if I don’t finish this by Sunday, I’m going to be lost when I go back to school on Monday.”

I frown, “C’mon, you’ve been reading for 2 hours now. Can’t you take a break? Just for thirty minutes? Please?”

She sighs, and shakes her head, “Sorry, I can’t. With dyslexia, reading takes 5 times longer than the average person, if I don’t finish now I will never finish, besides I’m actually enjoying this book.”

I sigh, “Really? What book is it?”

She smiles widely, “The Great Gatsby, it’s about a love triangle that takes place in the 1920s it’s so captivating. And Jay Gatsby may be dark and mysterious, but his love for Daisy is so sweet. If Jay Gatsby were real, I’d totally date him.”

I make a pouty face, “HEY!”

She smiles and kisses my cheek, “I’m kidding of course, I already have the best boyfriend.”

I nod my head and smile proudly, “Yeah you do!”

Her jaw drops, and she thumps me, “Hey, that’s when you’re supposed to say ‘And I have the best girlfriend’.”

I nod, “I do have the best girlfriend.” I cuddle close with her and she snuggles close to me. That’s when the door opens and Louis barges in,

“LIAM! TELL YOUR GIRLFRIEND TO STOP READING AND PLAY WITH ME!”

Alia shakes her head, “Sorry Louis, but I need to finish reading The Great Gatsby.”

Louis shrugs, “I read that before, at the end Gatsby—”

Alia stands up, “LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON, DON’T YOU DARE RUIN THE BOOK FOR ME—OR ELSE.”

Louis smiles, “Come on Alia, there’s a movie, I’ll take you to see it if you just play FIFA with me and the boys, just one game?”

I nod, “Yeah, just one game. Please baby?”

She rolls her eyes, but smiles, “Okie dokie—but just ONE game.”

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“Come on Alia one more game!”

Alia laughs, and looks at me, “I already played 10 games! Beating all you guys—TWICE. If I beat you twice, don’t you think I’d beat you a third? Besides, I need to finish reading. I start school up again on Monday, and I don’t want to be left behind.”

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