Imagine falling head over heels for somebody you didn't even want to meet at first. Sounds far-fetched, right?
Liam Payne from One Direction is not at all keen on seeing Alya Singh, who is a singer from India. He, along with his band-mates, has to p...
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"Because I have a Brother,
I'll always have a Friend."
Alya's P.O.V.
I checked the time and it was already 11 am, which meant that the boys could arrive anytime then. The moment I stepped out of my room, the loud sound of the horn, continuously honking outside my house, fell in my ears.
It must be them.
Rushing downstairs, I locked the door of my house, finally making the way towards the main gate while the driver continued blowing the horn and I literally jogged the rest of my way. Approaching the gate, I noticed Zayn standing near the car and when our eyes met, he passed me a big smile, which I returned. The second I stopped in front of him, he took me in his embrace and the horn went off again.
Pulling back from the hug, I furrowed my brows at Zayn, passing him a confused smile and he turned around. "Would you stop blasting that horn, Loueh?" Zayn huffed, shaking his head at his friend while I let out a small laugh.
Meeting my gaze again, he rolled his eyes and then, gestured me to get inside the car. Slipping into the back seat, I scooted closer towards Harry so that there was enough room for Zayn to sit on my left. Niall was then sitting across from me; Louis was occupying the passenger seat and Liam was the one driving that day.
Greeting all of them with a wide smile, I spoke up, "Hey everyone."
Suddenly, Harry and Niall hugged me, which I did not see coming, and I let out a scream, making the boys laugh.
"Hey, get off," I spoke aloud, trying my best to push both of them away. Instead, those two idiots tightened their grip around my shoulders and head, leaving no room for me to move an inch even. "You're ruining my hair guys!" I stated aloud.
The moment those words left my mouth, the car echoed with the sounds of laughter and Harry and Niall finally let go of me. Ignoring the boys, I shifted a bit forward in my seat and peeped in the rear-view mirror in order to fix my messed-up hair. As I was about to look away, I noticed Liam passing me a small smile in the mirror, which I returned.
By the time I shifted back in my seat, the lads had gotten back to their normal selves except Niall, who was still laughing like a maniac, with hands resting on his stomach. He was then half-laying on the seat, sideways.
"Why are you still laughing?" I asked, passing him an amused look. Sitting up straight, he shook his head at me repeatedly as if he were having a hard time speaking up or even breathing.
"That is--" hahaha "--Zayn's--" hahaha "--dialogue." He spoke in between his laughter.
Furrowing my brows at him, I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked.
