A Beautiful Affair
Chapter 13
Chapter 13:
Juliet’s POV
“What do you mean you ‘met someone yesterday’?” this bitch must be cray.
She is engaged and supposed to get married in two months and now she says ‘I met someone’. She better have met her long lost father or George Clooney. She giggled some more and stood up spinning around. Alright, she must have really met someone special.
“He’s great…” She fell into the couch beside me and inhaled deeply, “He’s cute and just ugh!”
I raised an eyebrow, “Karen… your fiancé is in the other room…”
She looked toward me and sighed, “You don’t understand.”
I chuckled, “You’re right I really don’t understand, please enlighten me on your love triangle.”
She shot me a nasty look and sat up a bit, pulling her knees to her chest. “I haven’t felt this way in a long time.” She started, but I interrupted her, I coughed and mumbled ‘drugs,’ which she so kindly ignored. “He makes me feel so alive.”
Again, I didn’t let her finish, “You only met him yesterday.”
She groaned and threw her hands in the air, “I don’t care! It took 2 years to fall in love with Harry, but only 2 minutes to fall for him.”
I rubbed my eyes and sighed, “Alright, who’s ‘him’?”
She smiled and her eyes lit up, “He’s great, he’ got amazing eyes and is so sweet, he knows how to have a good laugh and he can cook! And he-”
I cut her off, “What’s his name!”
She giggled, jeez she does that a lot, and placed her hands on her knees, “His name is Louis.”
Harry’s POV
“Did you get any of that Paris?” I whisper yelled to her from behind her.
“Shut it curly!” I groaned and rolled my eyes. Paris was currently up against the door that led to the living room with her ear pressed against it. “I…she just said something about meeting somebody.”
Meeting somebody? “What…?” She placed her finger on her lips, signaling me to be quite. I put my hands up in defense and stuck my tongue out at her.
“Oi! I can’t here anything,” she mumbled kicking me in the shin. I groaned and grabbed my now bruised shin, Jesus she’s aggressive. “She just said his name was…Louis.”
What whose name… she… but.
“And she said she’s in…love.”
Love? I thought she loved…what about…?
“Harry, I’m sorry.” Paris came up and stood next to me, patting my back, but I shrugged her hand off.
I should be mad…but… but I’m not. There’s not one inch of me that is angry with Karen for meeting a guy. I should be since I’m her fiancé…but… there’s nothing.
“Your not mad are you?” Paris said once we got back into the kitchen and I sat down at the table.
“No…” I replied confused, questioning myself.
She chuckled and poked my shoulder. “It’s cause you don’t love Karen anymore… If you loved her, you’d feel jealousy, but you don’t…because the ‘love’ you once had for her is gone.” Goes does she have to be so deep?
“Paris, you make me question my own ability of teaching sometimes… you’re so..smart and good with words.” I poked her cheek and she giggled.
God that giggle, it sounds just like Juliet’s. God Juliet, why does she have to be so cute? Last night when she came in my room for the thunderstorm, I wanted to snog her face off, then and there. She’s so…beautiful…I just…
“Harry…?” Paris snapped her fingers in front of my face, drawing me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm…” I replied, still thinking about how cute Juliet is.
“You’re staring off into space with this lovesick grin on your face… mind telling me what it’s about?”
I inhaled, “Juliet…” wait. My head shot over to Paris. She wasn’t supposed to know I liked Juliet. Her eyes were wide, her nose flared and her jaw clenched.
Shit.
“Juliet?” Paris said through clenched teeth.
“No, I said erm…” shit, why do I have to be such an idiot?
Her eyes softened a bit, but she still looked angry. She stood up and hovered over me, in my seat. This is sad, I’m scared of a 14 year old girl.
“Please,” she whispered, “please say you didn’t say Juliet.” She looked like she was on the verge of tears, what wrong with her?
“I’m sorry… but I have a tiny crush on your sister…” I looked up at her and her eyes went wide, her mouth open. “She, it’s just… I know it’s wrong to like her..cause I’m engaged and she’s my student and young..but I can’t help it and…” I quit talking when I saw Paris crying.
“Paris,” I cooed, setting her in my lap and stroking her hair, “what’s wrong? I bet she doesn’t even like me back..”
She sniffled and shook her head in my chest. “She likes you,” she mumbled, “I can see it in her eyes and when I mention you, she gets all happy.”
I felt a little jump of joy in my heart, my stomach exploded with butterflies. “Really?” I smiled.
“You’re gonna take her away from me.”
Wait what? Paris lifted her head from my chest, her eyes red and puffy, her face looking broken. I don’t think I’ve seen Paris cry.
“You’re going to make her fall for you…and then she’s… she’s gonna forget me-e-e,” she broke down at the end and threw her head in her hands. What? I would never.
“Paris,” I said, taking her hands away from her face, she didn’t dare look me in the eyes. I took her chin in my hands and made her face me, her lips formed a pout and tears still fell down her face and onto my hands.
“She’s all I have left Harr-r-y.”
My eyebrows scrunched together and I pulled Paris into a hug. “Paris, she loves you…a lot… she would never forget you,” I whispered into her hair, “and I will never take Juliet away from you.”
She pulled away from the hug and wiped her eyes and smiled holding out her pinky, “promise?” she questioned.
“Promise,” I smiled taking her small pinky in mine and shaking.
Juliet’s POV
“So his name’s Louis, he’s 24, and lives with three other guys?” I looked at Karen questionably, I mean he’s 24 and still loves with his three best friends.
“Yup,” she said, popping the ‘p’.
“Don’t you think its…I don’t know…a bit immature for a 24 year old to still live with his three best friends…with no job…” I raised an eyebrow and looked at the lovesick 24 year old in front of me.
“No, I don’t think it’s immature at all,” she replied kind of irritated at me. I raised my hands defensively and sat back into the couch more.
She sat here for about an hour informing me of what an absolute sweetheart Louis is, while her fiancé sits in the other room. I mean no offense, but Louis did not see the big diamond on her ring finger? Honestly, I feel happy that she doesn’t love Harry like that anymore, cause I think I like Harry like that. Well I wouldn’t say love, just a small crush I guess…or a big one.
“Hey ladies,” Harry and Paris burst through the living room doors wearing bright grins on their faces. What’s got them feeling so good?
“I’m leaving,” Karen stated, getting up and walking past me to Harry.
“Alright,” Harry shrugged, wait, he doesn’t even want to know where she’s going?
“Bye,” Karen said while walking right past Harry, through the living room doors. No kiss? No ‘see ya later sweetheart’?
I hear the front door slam and I looked up to see Harry expecting him to be mad, but saw a bright smile on his face, he looks likes he’s just won the lottery.
“Why…but… don’t you want to know where she’s going?” I questioned astonished, while Harry sat next to me.
“Should I be worried?” he smirked.
I wanted to just come out and say ‘oh you know, your fiancé is off falling more and more in love by the second’ but I held it in and stuttered a, “n-o-o…” Jesus, I hate having to keep secrets especially when the secret is ‘your fiancé is having an affair’.
“Good,” he laughed, “So me and Paris were thinking of things to do today and she told me a couple of things you’ve always wanted to do, but didn’t have the time.” I raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Get dressed, and pack an overnight bag,” he stated while pulling me off my feet and into a standing position, “we’re going to,” he looked over to Paris and snickered, “Paris.”
Juliet’s POV
“What do you mean you ‘met someone yesterday’?” this bitch must be cray.
She is engaged and supposed to get married in two months and now she says ‘I met someone’. She better have met her long lost father or George Clooney. She giggled some more and stood up spinning around. Alright, she must have really met someone special.
“He’s great…” She fell into the couch beside me and inhaled deeply, “He’s cute and just ugh!”
I raised an eyebrow, “Karen… your fiancé is in the other room…”
She looked toward me and sighed, “You don’t understand.”
I chuckled, “You’re right I really don’t understand, please enlighten me on your love triangle.”
She shot me a nasty look and sat up a bit, pulling her knees to her chest. “I haven’t felt this way in a long time.” She started, but I interrupted her, I coughed and mumbled ‘drugs,’ which she so kindly ignored. “He makes me feel so alive.”
Again, I didn’t let her finish, “You only met him yesterday.”
She groaned and threw her hands in the air, “I don’t care! It took 2 years to fall in love with Harry, but only 2 minutes to fall for him.”
I rubbed my eyes and sighed, “Alright, who’s ‘him’?”
She smiled and her eyes lit up, “He’s great, he’ got amazing eyes and is so sweet, he knows how to have a good laugh and he can cook! And he-”
I cut her off, “What’s his name!”
She giggled, jeez she does that a lot, and placed her hands on her knees, “His name is Louis.”
Harry’s POV
“Did you get any of that Paris?” I whisper yelled to her from behind her.
“Shut it curly!” I groaned and rolled my eyes. Paris was currently up against the door that led to the living room with her ear pressed against it. “I…she just said something about meeting somebody.”
Meeting somebody? “What…?” She placed her finger on her lips, signaling me to be quite. I put my hands up in defense and stuck my tongue out at her.
“Oi! I can’t here anything,” she mumbled kicking me in the shin. I groaned and grabbed my now bruised shin, Jesus she’s aggressive. “She just said his name was…Louis.”
What whose name… she… but.
“And she said she’s in…love.”
Love? I thought she loved…what about…?
“Harry, I’m sorry.” Paris came up and stood next to me, patting my back, but I shrugged her hand off.
I should be mad…but… but I’m not. There’s not one inch of me that is angry with Karen for meeting a guy. I should be since I’m her fiancé…but… there’s nothing.
“Your not mad are you?” Paris said once we got back into the kitchen and I sat down at the table.
“No…” I replied confused, questioning myself.
She chuckled and poked my shoulder. “It’s cause you don’t love Karen anymore… If you loved her, you’d feel jealousy, but you don’t…because the ‘love’ you once had for her is gone.” Goes does she have to be so deep?
“Paris, you make me question my own ability of teaching sometimes… you’re so..smart and good with words.” I poked her cheek and she giggled.
God that giggle, it sounds just like Juliet’s. God Juliet, why does she have to be so cute? Last night when she came in my room for the thunderstorm, I wanted to snog her face off, then and there. She’s so…beautiful…I just…
“Harry…?” Paris snapped her fingers in front of my face, drawing me out of my thoughts.
“Hmm…” I replied, still thinking about how cute Juliet is.
“You’re staring off into space with this lovesick grin on your face… mind telling me what it’s about?”
I inhaled, “Juliet…” wait. My head shot over to Paris. She wasn’t supposed to know I liked Juliet. Her eyes were wide, her nose flared and her jaw clenched.
Shit.
“Juliet?” Paris said through clenched teeth.
“No, I said erm…” shit, why do I have to be such an idiot?
Her eyes softened a bit, but she still looked angry. She stood up and hovered over me, in my seat. This is sad, I’m scared of a 14 year old girl.
“Please,” she whispered, “please say you didn’t say Juliet.” She looked like she was on the verge of tears, what wrong with her?
“I’m sorry… but I have a tiny crush on your sister…” I looked up at her and her eyes went wide, her mouth open. “She, it’s just… I know it’s wrong to like her..cause I’m engaged and she’s my student and young..but I can’t help it and…” I quit talking when I saw Paris crying.
“Paris,” I cooed, setting her in my lap and stroking her hair, “what’s wrong? I bet she doesn’t even like me back..”
She sniffled and shook her head in my chest. “She likes you,” she mumbled, “I can see it in her eyes and when I mention you, she gets all happy.”
I felt a little jump of joy in my heart, my stomach exploded with butterflies. “Really?” I smiled.
“You’re gonna take her away from me.”
Wait what? Paris lifted her head from my chest, her eyes red and puffy, her face looking broken. I don’t think I’ve seen Paris cry.
“You’re going to make her fall for you…and then she’s… she’s gonna forget me-e-e,” she broke down at the end and threw her head in her hands. What? I would never.
“Paris,” I said, taking her hands away from her face, she didn’t dare look me in the eyes. I took her chin in my hands and made her face me, her lips formed a pout and tears still fell down her face and onto my hands.
“She’s all I have left Harr-r-y.”
My eyebrows scrunched together and I pulled Paris into a hug. “Paris, she loves you…a lot… she would never forget you,” I whispered into her hair, “and I will never take Juliet away from you.”
She pulled away from the hug and wiped her eyes and smiled holding out her pinky, “promise?” she questioned.
“Promise,” I smiled taking her small pinky in mine and shaking.
Juliet’s POV
“So his name’s Louis, he’s 24, and lives with three other guys?” I looked at Karen questionably, I mean he’s 24 and still loves with his three best friends.
“Yup,” she said, popping the ‘p’.
“Don’t you think its…I don’t know…a bit immature for a 24 year old to still live with his three best friends…with no job…” I raised an eyebrow and looked at the lovesick 24 year old in front of me.
“No, I don’t think it’s immature at all,” she replied kind of irritated at me. I raised my hands defensively and sat back into the couch more.
She sat here for about an hour informing me of what an absolute sweetheart Louis is, while her fiancé sits in the other room. I mean no offense, but Louis did not see the big diamond on her ring finger? Honestly, I feel happy that she doesn’t love Harry like that anymore, cause I think I like Harry like that. Well I wouldn’t say love, just a small crush I guess…or a big one.
“Hey ladies,” Harry and Paris burst through the living room doors wearing bright grins on their faces. What’s got them feeling so good?
“I’m leaving,” Karen stated, getting up and walking past me to Harry.
“Alright,” Harry shrugged, wait, he doesn’t even want to know where she’s going?
“Bye,” Karen said while walking right past Harry, through the living room doors. No kiss? No ‘see ya later sweetheart’?
I hear the front door slam and I looked up to see Harry expecting him to be mad, but saw a bright smile on his face, he looks likes he’s just won the lottery.
“Why…but… don’t you want to know where she’s going?” I questioned astonished, while Harry sat next to me.
“Should I be worried?” he smirked.
I wanted to just come out and say ‘oh you know, your fiancé is off falling more and more in love by the second’ but I held it in and stuttered a, “n-o-o…” Jesus, I hate having to keep secrets especially when the secret is ‘your fiancé is having an affair’.
“Good,” he laughed, “So me and Paris were thinking of things to do today and she told me a couple of things you’ve always wanted to do, but didn’t have the time.” I raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Get dressed, and pack an overnight bag,” he stated while pulling me off my feet and into a standing position, “we’re going to,” he looked over to Paris and snickered, “Paris.”
Notes
The next chapter is while they are in Paris, you will enjoy!Uploaded 3 chapters (i think) because i will be gone in 2 days until the 16th of August for vacation Might upload again tomorrow (2 chapters) depending on how much time I have.
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8/31/13