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 real lover is the man, who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space."
Liam's P.O.V.
I was doing my last round of push-ups when Alya's excited voice suddenly fell in my ears, catching my attention. "Guuuyyyssss, we are back!" She announced aloud, her voice coming from the room next to where I was working out.
After a moment, I could not make out a single word that was being spoken in the next room because of Styles' and Nialler's concurrent talks and screams. A minute later, that room echoed with the sounds of laughter and hooting noises.
"Harrehhh noooo," Alya's sudden squeal fell in my ears.
I could then sense the commotion outside my room. As if on cue, the door of the gym flew open and Alya barged inside, followed by Styles, who was then chasing her, holding an opened water bottle in his right hand.
"Babbyyyy," She let out another squeal, glimpsing backwards before she met my gaze. "Hellllppp!" She screeched, running towards me hastily and was into chuckles while Harry continued chasing her, laughing at the top of his voice then. The moment I stood up on my feet, Alya hid behind me, pressing the side of her face against my upper back.
"Bend down, Liam!" Harry spoke in a commanding voice.
Before I could tell Harry to stop, he had already jerked the bottle in my direction. In the next moment, I was all drenched in water, my face and chest to be precise.
"Shit." I heard Alya curse under her breath from behind me.
In another second, she stepped forward, making her way towards Harry and finally, she stopped next to him. Both of them stared at me wide-eyed for a few moments and neither of them spoke a word while I stood at the same spot like a mannequin. After a few seconds, both of them exchanged a look and burst into laughter finally.
"I'm really sorry, bro." Harry apologized – well he sorta tried. Biting his lower lip, he tried hard to contain his laughter and to cover up his uncontrollable laugh, he started fake coughing and looked down at the floor. However, judging from the way his shoulders were still shaking, I could tell that he was in his fits of silent laughter.
On the other hand, my girl didn't even bother to cover her amused expressions and continued laughing at me shamelessly, causing the corner of my lips to curve at the edges to form a small smile. How I adored that cute laugh of hers! After a moment, she grabbed the hand towel, which was lying on the treadmill next to her and was still giggling in an audible volume.
"We were just messing around." She finally spoke up, walking towards me and let out a small laugh before speaking again. "Sorry, baby." She squeaked, stopping in front of me and started wiping off the water droplets from my face.
