“With me or with Zayn?” Nick shoots back, giggling at her own joke.
Liam rolls his eyes. “The way I see it,” he says, dragging his finger around the top of his beer glass, “love is like, when you look at something in a shop and you immediately think of someone and wish they were there to see it.”
“But I do that with, like, all my friends,” Nick points out.
“Exactly!” Liam says. “You love someone at least a little bit when things start reminding you of them. In a good way, of course, not a bad one. There’s loads of different ways to love someone.”
Nick purses her lips. “So how do you know if, like, it’s love love?” she asks. She can’t help it; she’s curious.
Liam smiles, looking completely besotted. Nick wants to puke, or maybe just go home and have a cry. “You know when you look at something, and not only does it remind you of them, but you can’t really enjoy it unless you share it with them. Like, I saw a sunset earlier, and it was really pretty, but you know what would have made it beautiful? If Zayn had been there to see it with me.”
“That’s…” Nick blinks. “That’s really sappy and ridiculous.”
Liam shrugs. “That’s love,” he says, taking a sip of his beer.
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