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

29.) The Wallpaper.

"Nobody Loves You Baby,

The Way I Do." - [Fireproof]

Alya's P.O.V.

"It was Tommo." Liam's voice fell in our ears, catching our attention. Zayn and I turned around, only to find him making his way towards the couch where both of us were sitting. "The lads are on their way." He informed us.

"Is it eight already?" Zayn seemed a bit taken aback. Liam hummed in response, standing right behind me and I looked up at him when he placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Ready to go?" Liam asked in a tender voice and I nodded my head, passing him a small smile. Zayn and I stood up on our feet before the three of us made the way out of the house and headed for the pub.

I did not participate in the conversation that took place in the car as I was still thinking about the wallpaper of Liam's phone. Before I even realized it, the car finally stopped outside a huge building whose parking lot was almost filled with cars. That place appeared to be quite a happening one.

We kept sitting in the car for another minute or two before Louis' car finally arrived. Greeting him along with Niall and Harry, all of us made the way towards the building. The moment we stepped inside, all that I could feel was - loud music already blasting my eardrums, the pungent smell of the alcohol and loads of smoke everywhere.

Yup. Not my kinda place.

The room was stuffed with, what seemed like, hundreds of people, making it look like it was too small to accommodate that much crowd. Everyone was already way too wasted in there. Louis, Niall, Harry, and Zayn were then walking ahead of me; while Liam was following me as we tried to make our way through that congested room. The foul smell in the air was making me nauseous and it felt like I would throw up any moment.

When I was still walking, trying to follow Zayn, a drunken man with his back facing my front, was about to bump into me when Liam suddenly pulled me backwards and my back crashed against Liam's hard chest.

Standing in front of me, he took hold of my arm and spoke up. "Hey, watch out, dude," Liam warned that drunken guy and I shifted closer to Liam, pressing my body against him.

"What?" That man slurred, smiling for no reason and shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

Before Liam could say another word to him, I placed my hand on his forearm, giving it a gentle squeeze, signaling him to let it go. That man was way too drunk to have a sensible conversation anyway.

Looking over his shoulder, Liam noticed the nervous expressions canvassing my face and he immediately placed his free hand on the small of my back. "You okay?" He mouthed and I just nodded, smiling meekly at him. Placing a soft kiss on my forehead, he took me in his side embrace and guided me through the drunken crowd.

We finally managed to make the way towards the door that led to another room, which was spacious and less crowded and it did not smell like alcohol or smoke. I inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly, making me feel like I was not breathing until then.

Louis had already booked the seats for everyone so one of the staff members guided us to the booth, which was in one of the corners of the room. We were sat for a few minutes only when one of Louis' friends came and dragged the boys to the dance floor, except Zayn because he did not usually like to dance so Zayn and I stayed back and ordered drinks for ourselves.

Whilst being sat in the seat, I watched Liam dancing carelessly and a small smile crept on my face. All of a sudden, that wallpaper thing popped in my head again and in the next moment, my smile flew away.