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

123.) There for Her.

"I think as you grow older you start looking for very different things in people...

Honesty. Loyalty. Integrity.

But most of all, you look for someone who will stand right by your side when the walls start crumbling down and the fire rage within. They are right there. And in that moment, you know they've got you...!!"

Liam's P.O.V.

"Princess, are you ready?" I asked aloud, knocking on the door of the washroom and stepped inside without even waiting for Alya's reply.

"Yes bab---" She stopped in the middle of her sentence and looked at me, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "You can come inside." Her tone hinted sarcasm and she shook her head at me while I grinned in response.

Placing the hairbrush down, she ran her fingers through her hair twice before turning around while I kept gawking at my girl who still managed to look pretty as hell amidst all the mess.

"I was thinking--" I started off, walking towards Alya and wrapped my arms around her lower back before continuing, --"how about we skip the dinner part, and come back home after the meeting?" I leaned closer towards her, breathing in the amazing scent of her perfume. She always smelled heavenly. She's my favorite fragrance in the whole world.

"Why?" She asked, pulling back a little to meet my eyes. Resting the palm of her hands on my shoulders, she furrowed her brows at me. "The meeting is gonna take time?"

"No," I said, shaking my head and smirked at her before speaking again. "It's because--" I filled the gap between our lower bodies, giving a light squeeze to her hips, making her jump a little in my embrace and she passed me a glare as I continued talking. --"I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands to myself for that long after seeing you in this dress."

Her eyes went wide because of my words and her cheeks flushed as she looked away. "Liam." She said shyly, tapping on my chest.

"Can't keep my hands to myself." I sang those lines to her and she smiled shyly, punching me on the forearm. "No matter how I'm trying to." I continued the song, giving another rough squeeze to her butt, making her let out a squeak.

"Liam, enough." She chuckled; blushing hard then and finally hid her face into my chest, causing a wide smile to spread across my face.

"No, but seriously baby," I spoke again and she looked up to meet my eyes as I continued talking. "How the fuck do you manage to look this fucking hot, every fucking time?"

"Watch your language." She said, hitting me on the arm and passed me a playful glare while I scoffed in return.

"I just told you, you're looking hot and you're asking me to watch my language?" I asked, passing her an amused look while she giggled, nodding her head at me. "Only my girl." I taunted, shaking my head at her and she continued giggling.

In the next second, I pulled her into my embrace and she hugged me back, tighter. "I love you so much." She whispered against the skin of my neck and a small smile spread across my face. Giving a gentle squeeze to her body, I rubbed her back tenderly before I pulled back from the hug.

Placing a soft kiss on her lips, I guided her into the room and she quickly wore her footwears, picked up what she calls her dupatta from the bed, and grabbed her handbag from the sofa while I waited for her at the doorstep, still not able to get enough of her beauty.