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

108.) Still in Love.

"Every storm that comes,

Also comes to an end....!!"

Alya's P.O.V.

My mind kept on replaying the event that had taken place a few hours ago at Liam's birthday party. I was having a hard time to accept the truth that me and Liam were back for real. That it wasn't a dream anymore. That I didn't have to imagine being with him in my thoughts alone, anymore.

He still loves me and He's mine!

Knowing the fact that he was under the same roof, I just couldn't fall asleep. I'd been spending sleepless nights for quite sometime then but that particular night, it wasn't because I was sad or miserable; It was because my baby was back in my life. Because my happiness knew no bounds that night.

After changing sides for almost an hour or so when I still couldn't go to sleep, I sat up on the bed and pondered over what to do. I decided to have a cup of tea since I wasn't even feeling anything close to being sleepy and with that thought, I wore my slippers before stepping out of the room.

Quietly making my way towards the kitchen, I switched on the light and walked across the room to reach the refrigerator. I had just placed the bottle of milk on the counter when a noise caught my attention and I drew in a nervous breath. After a few seconds, the sound of the light footsteps coming from the lobby fell in my ears, making my body go numb and I kept standing still.

"Fuck!" Suddenly, Liam's pained voice fell in my ears and I, hurriedly, made my way out of the kitchen. "Baby?" I spoke aloud and switched on the light, only to find him leaning against the couch with his one knee resting on the support of the seat.

"Princess?" He seemed taken aback for a few seconds and then, stood up straight. "Are you okay?" I asked, taking hurried steps towards him and he nodded his head twice. "Are you hurt or something?" I asked again, stopping near him and he looked down.

Following his eyes, I noticed that the thumb of his right foot was bleeding and I, promptly bent down. "Shit! What happened, baby?" I asked, resting my hand on his foot while his hands gently squeezed my shoulders, gesturing me to stand up.

"It was dark in here. Hit the couch or something." He spoke like it wasn't a big deal and passed me a small smile. I intertwined my hand with his' as we walked towards the other side of the couch. "You sit here. I'll get the first-aid box." I told him after he took his seat and as I was about to step away, he grasped my wrist.

"I'm fine, babe." He spoke in an assuring tone and raised his foot in the air before continuing, "It doesn't even hurt. See!" He remarked, swaying his foot in front of me and I tapped on his thumb, lightly. He let out a pained shriek while a soft giggle escaped from my mouth.

"Why did you do that for?" He asked, pressing the area near his thumb and I shook my head, feeling amused. "I thought it didn't hurt?" I taunted, standing cross-armed then and he, instantly, met my gaze.

Clearing his throat, he let go off his foot and shifted uncomfortably on his seat. "Y-yeah. It.. it doesn't." And with that, he looked away. "I'll just be back." I said and quickly, made my way upstairs. I grabbed the first-aid box from the washroom before rushing back towards the lobby.

Liam was then sitting on the extreme left corner of the couch, with his left foot tucked under his thighs while the right one was resting on the carpeted floor. Taking the seat next to him, I patted his right knee, gesturing him to place his foot on my lap and he did.