Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen


45. So Damn Beautiful

* Hailey's POV

     My palms were sweaty and I gulped, my throat dry, as the guys strolled casually over to us. I was a nervous wreck. Especially since they all looked extra hot today. I pushed my hair behind my ears, suddenly very interested with the carboard slip that goes over the paper coffee cup.

     "Hey guys, this is Hailey, my cousin," Alli swiveled in her chair to face Niall, Louis, Harry, and Zayn.

     "Hello Hailey," they chorused, taking seats around our little table.

     "Hi," I said, barely audible giving a slight wave.

     "Oh and this is Charlotte," Alli smiled, motioning towards a beautiful girl with caramel colored hair and big brown eyes.

     "Hello, Hailey, right?" Charlotte gives me a warm smile and extends her hand.

     I shake it quickly, still quite nervous. I add little to the conversation as they start babbling on about who knows what.

     I start to fiddle with the paper cup again, my thoughts drifting off to the biology exam tomorrow, when a thick Irish accent interupts my thoughts.

     "Are you alright, love?" Niall asks again.

     I look up, noticing everyone still deep in their own conversations.

     I shrug without emotion and go back to ripping the paper into tiny pieces.

     "Here, come with me," his accent was dreamy and hard to resist.

     I accepted his outstretched hand as he lead me outside. We sat at one of the outdoor tables, the cool autumn breeze ruffling the leaves.

     We talked for what seemed like forever. We never ran out of subjects and there was never an awkward silence.

     "You're very pretty," Niall smiles.

     I bite my lip in embarassment. Here comes the awkward silence.

     "What's wrong?" he looks concerned.

     "It's nothing," I mumbled standing up.

     "No, it's not. Tell me," he stands up next to me.

     "You're the first boy to ever call me pretty," I stutter a little from the nerves.

     I have barely a second to think before he crashes his lips into mine, our mouths moving perfectly together. My stomach erupts into butterflies and tingles run down my spine. His lips are soft and so are his hands as her grabs my hips, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck.

     We pull apart to catch our breath and I bite my lip again. We look into eachothers eyes. I notice a small fire in his eyes, a burning flame. It's full of lust of passion. A smile escapes his lips.

     "What," I giggle.

     "You look so damn cute when you bite your lip," he says breathlessly.

     I tilt my head back and laugh but he grabs my chin and tilts my head down, so that we can continue to kiss. We break apart again, but only because we here a whoop, a bunch of giggles, and pictures being taken.


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