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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"Maybe I'm already in love when you wake me up.
Maybe I fell in love whenyouwake me up."
Alya's P.O.V.
The next morning, I woke up to the vibration of my phone, which was then resting on the side-table. It vibrated twice or thrice, indicating I had received texts. Quickly, I grabbed it before putting it on silent and placed it back on the table. Drawing in a deep breath, I let out a yawn, trying my best to keep my eyes open.
Turning around, I came face-to-face with my baby, with an inch or two distance between our faces. Liam was then fast asleep, his right arm folded and tucked under the side of his head while the left one had a loose grip around my waist. I noticed how reposed and peaceful his expressions appeared to be while sleeping that particular morning. I continued watching his pretty face, caressing his left cheek with the back of my hand lovingly.
It must be because of the reason that he is in his own house where he grew up and spent his childhood that he seems so relaxed.
As my hand continued with its gentle movement, my eyes travelled from his messy hair to his closed eyes to that cute, little nose of his and finally, got fixated on his lips. The best sight at that specific moment was his lips, which were curved at the edges, forming a small smile, making it hard for me not to kiss him.
Leaning closer, I pressed my lips against his softly, and when I pulled back a little, his smile grew bigger. "I love you, baby," I whispered, brushing the tip of my nose against his. In return, he hummed, passing me a sleepy smile and squeezed my clothed waist.
"Are you waking up or...?" I inquired in a tender voice, sliding my hand down to the side of his neck and he scooted closer, pressing his nose against mine.
"No." He whispered with his eyes still shut as I rubbed the length of his neck lovingly.
"My idiot," I said, giving a tender pat on his cheek and placed a soft kiss on his lips while he just hummed lazily once again.
I waited for another minute or two, and when I was sure of the fact that Liam had fallen back to sleep, I lifted his arm from above my waist a little and carefully slipped out of the bed after tugging a pillow under his arm. Placing one last kiss on his forehead, I tiptoed to the washroom, making sure that I did not wake him up. I then quickly freshened up and finally made my way out of the room and into the lobby, where auntie and uncle were busy talking.
"Good morning, Uncle. Good morning, auntie." I greeted both of them, walking across the lobby and passed them wide smiles when they wished me back.
"You're up already?" Liam's mom asked timidly. "Hope you had a good sleep last night, love?" She asked lovingly.
"Oh yes, auntie. I slept well." I assured her, passing her another smile and took the seat next to her.
