The Script (Liam Payne)

Chapter 3

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"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do it. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do it." - Martin Luther

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That was the best speech I had ever heard of. It seemed that my legs had a brain of their own. I was pulled on my feet and turned to face my father.

“And you said you didn’t have a speech.” I giggled, in between my tears. My father could make me smile and laugh, all at the same time.

“I didn’t really. I’m just a very bad father.” I didn’t answer that. I just pushed myself towards him and gave him a bone-crushing hug. I could feel the tears brimming up inside but, not even for a second, did I care. I burrowed my face into his suit and hugged him more, if that was even possible. I did not want to let go of my father, my hero.

I could hear the gasps and whispers of everyone which eventually turned into a small applause. I pulled back and cleared the tears on my face, which I was dead sure, had destroyed the make-up.

I looked at everybody and all of them had a pleasing smile on their face.

“Enough of the drama now, people.” Josh rose up from his seat. “It’s a pretty good occasion and I, for once, thought my speech was the best.” I heard him sigh. He looked at everyone and gave a defeated look.

“But now I want everyone the floor. It’s the couple’s first dance and Liam dancing should go down in history.”

Okay, so here it goes again. First, I forget about the kiss. And now, I forget the dance. Way to go Tiara. Now what? I think I’ll forget that I’m married as well. Coming back to the point, I’ll have to slow dance with Liam. Wait, does he dance? Can he dance? His legs and hands should be moving given the fact that his face ever does.  I looked back at him and his face was tensed and he was looking nowhere in particular. As if sensing that I’m looking at him, he immediately looked at me. His jaws clenched and I thought that he was about to pounce on anyone now.

“Come on Liam, Tiara.” Josh said, gesturing us to walk to the floor.

Liam stood up first followed by the rest of the crowd, having the same deep thinking expression on his face. He gave me a faint smile and raised his hand, asking me to permit him to dance with him. I took his hand in mine and walked slowly to the dance floor.

The stage was not actually a stage but a higher level on the ground. The borders of the stage were lined with flowers and foliages. It looked like some divine stage where the God and the Goddess were about to showcase their inner wrath of soul or something. I looked at Liam and he continued to look lost. I preferred not to ask since I wasn’t really interested myself.

We both stood right at the midst of the stage and slowly, other couples starting surrounding us for the slow dance. I had imagined my slow dance with my Prince-Charming, and that I would be lost in his eyes and he would be lost in mine. We would dance till the wee hours and the music will express our feelings even if words don’t. But now I was standing awkwardly in front of a person who was my husband and his expression was as if he just killed someone and was incredibly guilty for that.

Music slowly started filling my ears and I looked around. Couples were dancing to the rhythm, eyes boring into each other, foreheads tingling with the other, a smile which couldn’t and wouldn’t leave anyone’s face and finally love which seemed so evident.

I realized that a hand sneaked on my waist and saw who it was. Liam pushed me towards him and gently placed his hands on my waist. My hands automatically rested on his chest and he pushed me much closer to him. He leaned in more but this time near my ears. He was going to say something.