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

103.) Lost my Chance?!

"And for once, I didn't know where to begin.

I felt like I've been looking for a love that I've already lost...!!"

Liam's P.O.V.

The next morning, I had my breakfast with mom and dad and was ready before time; Way before the scheduled time to be honest. By 9 am. I just couldn't wait to go to the studio and see Alya again. I was missing her like crazy after the last night.

Trying to kill some time, I watched news on the television and then, logged into my twitter account a few minutes later but nothing seemed to be helpful at that moment. I checked my watch again and it was 9.30 am.

Are you kidding me right now?

The time was going, dreadfully, slow and everything that I tried in the hope of diverting my mind from the thoughts of Alya, proved absolutely worthless. Finally, feeling too restless, I bid goodbye to mom and dad and told my driver to get the car ready. 

'Maybe I can finish remixing the track that I've started a couple of days ago before everyone arrives.', I thought to myself and with that, I headed for the studio.

Around 20 minutes later, the driver pulled the car into the parking lot of the studio and I was shocked to see Zayn's car, already, parked in its usual spot. What?  I checked the time again to make sure that I wasn't late.

10 am. How-come Zayn is on time today? Rather, before the scheduled time?!

Suddenly, a big smile spread across my face when it hit me that Alya, too, would be inside because she was supposed to accompany Zayn. Quickly, I hopped out of my car and made my way inside as fast as I could. I, literally, jogged my way to the studio.

The second I stepped inside the huge lobby, my heart started beating faster and the smile on my face, grew wider. There she was, sitting cross-legged on the couch with, what seemed like a journal to me, resting on her right thigh and she seemed, completely, lost in whatever she was scribbling into it.

When did she start keeping a journal or whatever it is? As far as I can recall, I don't remember her having anything of that sort.

Walking across the lobby, I cleared my throat aloud so as to get her attention and she, promptly, looked up from her notebook.

"Hey." I spoke in a low voice, trying my best not to sound too anxious and passed her a smile. Immediately, closing her diary, she placed it on the couch and got up from her seat.

"Hi." She chirped, taking a step towards me and returned me a warm smile. I nodded my head in a comforting way and stopped at a little distance from her.

Spreading my arms, slightly, I bent towards her so as to greet her with a hug but at the same time, she extended her right hand in my direction for the hand-shake.

"Oh." I muttered under my breath and stepped back.

Passing a nervous smile to her, I held out my right hand towards her but this time, she stepped forward to hug me and we both let out a soft chuckle.

"Now that's awkward." I remarked, digging my hands in the pocket of my jeans and she smiled, shaking her head.

Out of the blue, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, catching me off-guard. A second later when I realized what just happened or rather, was happening, I quickly placed my hands on the small of her back. Before I could even feel her body against me or her breath against my skin or just her, close to me, she pulled back from the embrace.