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 that's what happens when a Volcano meets a Tornado;
All I know is I love you too much to walk away."
Liam's P.O.V.
I cannot believe my girl has forgiven me for my stupidity. She still trusts me when the whole world is literally against me and is accusing me of cheating on her. I can never thank God enough for giving me an opportunity to correct my mistake.
I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly I felt Alya pulling back from the hug and when our eyes met, she passed me a small smile. "Baby, I---" and the sound of the doorbell interrupted her in the middle of her sentence. I told her to get the door while I, quickly, made the way towards the washroom to wash my face.
The moment I stepped back into the room, Zayn's angry voice fell in my ears, catching me off-guard. "No." He shouted at the top of his voice. "Just tell me where the fuck is he?"
Tossing the hand towel on the bed, I briskly walked out of the guest room and the moment I stepped inside the lobby, Zayn's eyes landed on me. I was having a hard time processing the sight in front of me. He seemed too infuriated then and I swear to God, I had never seen him like that in the past five years that I had known him. He looked like he could kill a man and that man was I, at that moment.
"How dare you---" He stopped talking in the middle of his sentence and started walking towards me exasperatedly, followed by panicked Alya. However, I stood still, not wanting to enrage him anymore.
As Zayn was about to hit me, Alya shrieked, grabbing his wrist and stepped in front of me. I kept mum since I knew I deserved a punch or maybe two.
"Zayn, please. Stop," Alya pleaded, using her full strength to bring his hand down while he continued staring at me with so much ferocity in his eyes that it appeared as if he had already thrown hundreds of punches in my face inside his head. His expressions were wrathful and he was breathing heavily, glaring at me ferociously then.
Finally, after gathering some courage, I cleared my throat silently and spoke up. "Bro, listen to me. I swear, I didn't---"
"Shut the fuck up before I break your fucking face." He roared, taking a big step forward, which caused Alya's back to crash against my chest.
My poor girl was trying her best to stop my brother from hitting me and her petite body was sandwiched between the two of us by then, but still, she did not give up. "Zayn, please stop. Listen to me first." Alya was pleading with him then and this time, he finally noticed her. "Please Zayn?" She spoke in a tender voice.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he brought his arm back to his side and his expressions softened slightly. "Are you okay, love?" He inquired, cupping Alya's left cheek and she nodded her head in return, resting her hand over his.
