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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"When Love is not madness,
It is not Love."
Alya's P.O.V.
"People. Are gonna. Kick us. Out of the hotel." I spoke in between my laughter, water streaming down my cheeks then.
I was sure of the fact that I, rather everyone present in the room except Harry, was looking like a lunatic person, someone who had escaped from the mental asylum. We were going nuts.
Actually, what happened was that Harry had cracked one of his famous 'Knock Knock' jokes and in return, Mister Niall James Horan was all set with the comeback to roast Styles, which was non-surprisingly funnier than the joke itself. However, what made us go bonkers were Harry's expressions when his friend made fun of his joke.
"Not fair, bro," Harry spoke aloud, standing up from next to Niall and then, he walked across the room, finally taking the seat next to me on the couch. I had stopped laughing by then. "You guys have no respect for an extraordinary talent, like me." He finished, staring at Louis and Niall, who lost it again and in another moment, they were in fits of laughter.
"Yeah bro," Niall tried to speak in between his laugh. "Nothing as original as you," He taunted and the rest of the boys continued laughing. I watched Harry from the corner of my right eye and noticed that he was grimacing then. He wasn't faking it anymore.
"Enough guys," I spoke aloud in a bit stern voice, letting them know that it was more than enough and that, they were taking it too far. We were supposed to be having just a laugh and a good time.
"Somebody play the movie again," Liam spoke from my other side and I instantly looked to my left. Meeting my gaze, he blinked his eyes at me and then, he glanced in the direction of the bed where Louis, Niall, and Zayn were sprawled. "Who's got the remote?" He asked aloud.
The three of them started searching for the remote control under and over the duvet while I placed my left hand on Liam's thigh, giving a gentle squeeze to his skin from above his sweatpants. It was too sweet and mature of him to finally let that topic slide before an argument could have taken place.
"I got it." Zayn's voice caught our attention and he waved the remote in the air triumphantly before finally pressing the 'play' button. The movie continued from where we had left. Forgetting about the banter, everybody focused their attention back on the film.
In another second, I suddenly felt Harry's left hand over my right one, which was then resting on the couch in the space between us. Glancing at him, I met his eyes and he mouthed a 'thank you', passing me a small, grateful smile. Blinking both of my eyes at him comfortably, I held his hand in mine, giving a gentle squeeze to it before both of us focused back on the movie.
