Liam's POV

"You're staring." Logan snorts a laugh at my lovestruck mannerisms.

There she is, wearing the most beautiful sparkliest white dress that she owns, hugging that hourglass frame of hers, along with a pair of heels that brings every guy's eyes down to her long toned legs.

She has her hands thrown into her collarbone length hair, dancing and swaying along the dance floor with her closest friend out of the bunch, Emma.

A different laid back side to her that I've never seen before. Giana is usually all business, no play. She's never been the type to let loose unless there's someone there giving her a little motivational push to jump out of her comfort zone. But that's not necessarily a bad thing, it's actually one of the many things I love about her — she strives to get what she wants and never settles for less. Her hard work always pays off.

This side of her is different yet it somehow makes me love her even more, and I don't understand how that's possible because my heart is already so full for her. But with the way she's having fun, smiling, and giggling at the stupidest of things — truly breathing.

She consumes me in the best ways.

Her eyes find mine for a brief second as a shy smile tugs at the corner of her full lips. So quiet yet so beautiful — unless you mess with her than that's a whole different story, she definitely knows how to stand her ground for such a quiet girl.

She has those mesmerizing dark brown eyes, teasing me to chase her, making me wonder what's absolutely going on in that mind of hers.

"That obvious?" I chuckle and Logan grins like a fool. "Why don't you go talk to her?"

I roll my eyes at the simple yet complex question. That girl intimates me, shy but very intimidating. The only reason I act all confident and cocky around her is so I can get a reaction out of her — because any reaction is better than none.

I wasn't lying the day I told her my whole heart is hers.

"Bad idea, last time I tried that she snapped at me." I remark and Logan takes a sip out of his drink as his eyes focus on Emma. "She's just scared that you're going to hurt her." He states simply.

"She told you that?" I question, intrigued that she would even mention me at all.

She seems so happy with Matt.

"She doesn't need to. It's pretty clear that she's scared to open her heart to you again after the hell you put her through." He says bluntly, not afraid of how I'll react to the cold truth.

A steam of air leaves my lips as I run my anxious hands through my hair, messing up what I worked a whole twenty minutes on just for Giana to like.

"I know I screwed up," I choke as my eyes now fall back onto her and how she happy looks without me in her life. "B-But I just can't loose her," I stutter, loosing all my confidence when it comes to her. "I can't, man." My vision clouds up with tears that threaten to fall but I don't let them, I never cry, I don't let myself, but as the realization dawns on me that she's engaged and not mine — I can't help but feel myself grow weak.

"You're not going to, I won't let it happen." Logan promises, attempting to reassure the worries that only she can fix, but as the playfulness in his voice goes away, I now know how much he notices how serious I am about her.

"Go talk to her," He ushers and I nod, standing up and fixing my button up. "I'll distract Matt for a little bit, alright?"

"I owe you."

"No, you don't. You're my best friend, you're my brother — you know that." He grins, patting me on my back as he turns me in the direction of my girl.

My mind is blank as my feet carry me towards her like a moth drawn to flame. She looks at me with a smirk knowing power she has over me as I stride towards her.

I don't give myself time to back out before I place my hands on her waist, tugging her closer towards me. Her eyes widen in surprise as her hand falls onto my chest to steady out her balance. A small involuntary gasps leaves her lips as her eyes find mine.

"What are you doing?" She whispers and instead of being angry like I originally imagined her being she's the complete opposite.

"We need to talk about us."

"There is no us." She states lowly, her voice so quiet underneath booming music. 

"You don't believe that." I say with in denial with a shake of my head and she nervously chews on her bottom lip.

"Are you in love with him?" That one question is the one question where I'll truly give up. The one where I'll let her go because she's found her match, her happiness, her anchor.

But I won't go if she still feels what I'm feeling.

"What kind of question is that?" She humorlessly laughs, her feistiness coming back and my grip tightens around her waist possessively as her dark eyes search mine.

"It doesn't matter how I feel, you have a girlfriend who's at home and clearly love you — just like how I have Matt, who loves me." She states the facts boldly, pushing my hands off of her waist before storming off into the crowd of people.

Aaand I did it again.

I always screw up.

Two hours later

"I'll catch up with you guys in a bit — I'm just going to stay a little longer." I promised my friends as the night breeze consumes me and my wandering thoughts.

"You sure? I can hang with you if you want." Luke questions curiously and I nod, grateful for the offer but wanting nothing more than to be alone right now.

My arms lay against the railing at the end of the deck, my hands holding onto one another as I stare out into the dark abyss we call a sea — the crashing of the waves sounding like classic music to my ears.

"Alright, I'm beat so I'm heading back." Mason yawns as him and his brother head back towards their cabin.

Mason and Luke are in the room across from the one Logan and I are sharing. As for Matt? We kicked him the to curb and let him stay all by himself — kidding, I'm not that cruel. He's staying with Logan and I. How delightful.

The guy who has my girl is bunking in the same room as me for a week — this should be interesting.

Matt agrees and calls it an early night, but I have no idea where the hell Logan is. He's probably hanging out with Emma somewhere along the ship — they couldn't have gone that far.

I can't believe Giana got angry at me. . . I mean I thought she still had feelings for me, I thought she cared.

I've spent eight years dreaming of her, longing for her, replaying old conversations and thinking of the ongoing list of things I could've said but didn't.

A few whispers catches my attention from the deck below me and I grow intrigued by the conversation since hardly anybody is out at this time, especially since most people have headed back to their cabins by now.

I know it's rude to intrude and eavesdrop on other people's conversation but one tiny listen wouldn't cause that much damage right?

I carefully scanned the area around me to make sure nobody was watching me, my eyes now fall down to the below deck which is overlooking the sea as well.

"I hate, Liam. I don't want anything to do with him." She scoffs lightly and I can't see too clearly from the overwhelming darkness, but I can only imagine her rolling her eyes at that emotion-filled statement.

Her voice is tired and filled with passion, continuing to talk about me to her friend, Jessy.

Does she really dislike me that much?

My stomach is in knots — one reason is from being disappointed that she's even feeling such an extent of hatred towards me, and two being the fact that I know it's wrong of me to be listening to her conversation out of all people.

I swallowed hardly at the sound of the girl that I've been in love with practically all my life claiming that she 'hates' me. I mean I don't necessarily blame her for thinking that, but it still hurts to hear those words come from her lips.

"You're lying again." Jessy voice cuts in. "I think everyone knows you don't actually hate him."

I couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at the corner of my lips.

This is bad, I really need to walk away now before this goes any further than it already has, I need to pretend that this never happened — but for some reason my feet won't move.

I'm stuck in place as I'm mesmerized by her words.

She affects my heart in ways that nobody has done before and her words leave an imprint in mind that only she could leave.

Even almost after nine years I'm still as crazy in love with her — more every single day.

I'll never be able to forget the moments we've shared even if I tried. . . The first day she started tutoring me I remember clearly reaching out and tucking back a strand of hair that was falling into her face — I was nervous how she would react at first, but she let me do it anyways. That was the moment when I knew there was no turning back.

That girl can captivate me without even trying.

We can be in the darkest of room but my heart will always knows she's there.

With those brown eyes of hers that are anything but ordinary and a bright smile that can light up an entire room — she's the most gorgeous, kindhearted girl that I've ever met even if she tends not to believe that at times.

"Fine, you want the truth? I'll tell you the truth." She sighs in frustration, running her hands through hair.

"I don't hate, Liam Palazzesi. Not even close, not even in the slightest, not even if I tried my absolute hardest — and trust me I've tried —" She stutterers our in disbelief mixed with a little aggravation, and as she figures out the words to say next, my hands start to shake while my leg starts to bounce anxiously.

"I hate him because my heart has never given up on loving him — not even for a single second — I love him even when I hate him."

(A/n- Chapter eleven is officially out! We finally got a little snippet of Liam's POV!

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