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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"Love... Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio. TheRealkind.
The kind that gets beaten down and bloody yet perseveres.
The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish.
The kind that can forgive. The kind that believes in healing.
The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed.
The Real kind of Love.
It's rare and we have it."
//a week later//
Alya's P.O.V.
Great! No, actually Wow. I cannot believe him. I swear I'm gonna punch this boy when he comes back home. How can he be so damn careless?
The responsible one? My Ass.
"What's all this, princess?" Liam's sudden voice fell in my ears, bringing me out of my angry thoughts when I was taking out clothes from the cupboard.
Instantly, on turning around, I found him standing at the doorstep, with confused expressions spread across his face. His stare was then fixated on the clothes that were scattered all over the bed.
"What do you think, huh?" I spoke in a snappish tone, making my way towards the bed. I was holding a pile of clothes in my hands then. Liam's clothes, I mean.
Following me across the room, he sprawled on the bed next to the suitcase and was smiling like an idiot at that moment.
Idiot!
"Someone sounds angryyy," He seemed to be in a mood to irritate the shit out of me even more and continued singing those words over and again. "Someone sounds aaaannngggrrryyyyy, someone sounds aaaannnnnggggg---"
Looking up from the suitcase, I passed him a death glare and immediately, he stopped with his annoying behaviour. Smiling at me nervously, he sat up a little straighter and I continued staring at him angrily.
"Sorry," He mumbled, clearing his throat awkwardly and looked away.
Without saying a word, I got back to packing and Liam finally seemed to have realized that it was in his best interest if he kept his mouth shut. I could feel his gaze on me as I continued packing his stuff but I chose to ignore him. I was not in a mood to joke around at that time.
"Princess, are you--?"
"Don't you princess me." I snapped at him, cutting him off in the middle of his sentence and finally met his eyes while he seemed taken aback because of my rude tone. "You know that you have to leave for LA tomorrow but you're least bothered to even pack your stuff." I huffed, standing up straight and continued glaring at him. "Where have you been since morning, by the way?" I was standing cross-armed then.
