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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"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more,
That plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.
And that's what you've given me.
That's what I'm hoping to give you forever."
Liam's P.O.V.
"And trust me when I say that," I whispered against the skin of Alya's neck, inhaling the fragrance of whatever product she used because she always managed to smell too fucking heavenly. On top of that, I had missed being close to my girl like that and it seemed as if I was never going to get enough of her. She literally owned my soul. "Today, I won't be able to stop myself if I start with something." I finished my sentence.
"Then who is stopping you?" Alya's prompt reply took me by surprise and I instantly pulled back, meeting her gaze.
Honestly, it was the last fucking thing that I had expected to hear. I thought she would either tell me to shut up or to piss off or just laugh it off.
Wait! Did I even hear the right words or am I just hearing things that I want Alya to say?
After studying her face for a few seconds, I finally found my voice again and spoke up. "What did you say?"
I just wanted to make sure if she had indeed spoken those words and it wasn't just my imagination. My brows were then pulled together in a furrow and I stared at her imploringly, trying to figure out what was going on inside her head.
"You heard me." Alya's low voice interrupted me in my thoughts, bringing me back into the real world and I finally blinked. Passing me a shy smile, she looked away and it took me a whole fucking minute to process the words that had just fallen out of her mouth.
"I hope you do know what I was referring to, sweetheart," I wanted to confirm the fact that she inferred my words in the same context that I had spoken. Finally, she nodded her head in response, her gaze then fixed on my shoulder.
"You mean... That you don't... I just... Are you – are you seriously ready?" I was having a hard time processing all that was happening at that particular moment.
Biting her lower lip, she just nodded her head in response without meeting my eyes and her cheeks had turned red by then because of constant blushing.
Gently, cupping her face in my hands, I spoke up again. "I hope you know that I can wait as long as you aren't comfortable with all this, love."
I didn't want my girl to feel obligated towards me, especially when it came to all that stuff. Just because we hadn't seen each other in months, didn't imply that she had to have sex with me. I wanted her to be ready on her own. I wanted her to have all the time in the world.
