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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"There is something about you that I'm scared to lose,
Because I know I won't find it in anyone else."
Liam's P.O.V.
The whole world around me appeared to have come crashing down in ashes and I didn't have a fucking clue about the first thing that I should have done then. I just couldn't think straight at all. My mind was going crazy with the insane thoughts that kept popping in my head one after the other.
What if Alya doesn't trust me? What if she breaks up with me?
No no no! This cannot be the end of our relationship. I won't let that happen. Alya means every-fucking-thing to me and I won't let her slip away from my life just like that.
Nervously biting my lip, I ran my hand over my face and started inhaling and exhaling deep breaths to keep my composure. Without giving another second thought, I dialled Alya's number and my call went straight into her voice mail. I tried again, and again, and again, but it kept going into her voicemail every time.
Would she have seen that picture, and she doesn't wanna talk to me now? Probably that's why her phone is switched off. However, as far as I know, my girl is not like that at all. I mean she would at least give me a chance to explain my side and not jump to any sort of conclusion just like that.
I had absolutely no clue what to do then. Louis, Niall and Harry were not in the town while Zayn? No. Hell no. He would kill me if I told him about all that had happened. Nevertheless, he would see that picture for himself anyhow since it was all over Twitter.
Pacing back and forth in the lobby restlessly, I pondered over what to do or who to talk to as it was getting impossible for me to find a solution on my own. A small voice inside my head kept telling me to call Zayn because somewhere I knew that he was the only one who could help me out of that fucked up situation.
Finally taking the seat on the couch, I tapped on Zayn's contact name and stared at the screen of my phone, contemplating whether to call him or not. My fingers were literally shaking and I could not gather the courage to tap on the 'Call' button.
"Fuck!" Cursing aloud, I locked the phone and flipped it on the couch, letting out a groan. My head started to feel dizzy and it felt as if I would throw up any moment then.
Covering my face with the palm of my hands, I tried my best to recollect what actually happened the other night. Despite putting in all my concentration, I still could not recall a damn thing, especially after I hit the dance floor. I was high as hell around that time. I kept sitting in the same position for, like, half an hour or so before Alya's voice brought me back into the real world, catching me off-guard.
