A Beautiful Affair
Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Juliet’s POV
Do you ever get that feeling where your stomach twists and you feel like puking? Like, on the first day of school or when your getting ready to do a big presentation and you get the bad type of butterflies? Your nerves get the best of you and thoughts and questions flood your mind, distracting you from reality? When you walk up to restate your essay you freeze, your eyes go wide your mouth goes dry and you stay frozen in your place?
All the faces before you seem to be a blur but you still swallow hard and stutter the words on the paper in front of you? That's how I felt right now, my back leaning against the wall as I watched wedding things being discussed before me. Nail polish colors and dress sizes were being thrown everywhere and the mass amount of ladies in the kitchen overwhelmed me.
But it wasn't just the sight of Karen deciding over what color white she wanted on her wedding dress, it was the sight of Harry standing behind her and pointing to different color flowers. I guess I was going to have to face reality some time, but I didn't think I would have to until the day they actually stood in front of the pastor and said their 'I do's.
I mean, I suppose it's better off this way, the wedding is in two days and I won't be a part of Harry’s life anymore in two days. I'll just be a memory that floats around in the open air, my memories will be reminisced but my warmth will disappear. I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked away the tears that brimmed my eyes.
My bottom lip was pulled between my two front teeth and I felt warmth come upon my right hand. I looked over to find Paris giving me a weak smile, blinking away what were her own tears. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. I let go of her hand and turned my back to the chaos, my head turned slightly and I whispered in Paris ear "I'll be back."
She nodded and I stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway. I walked painfully slowly for my liking up the stairs. My hand grasped the knob to my door and I twisted opening it slowly. I stepped through the threshold and lightly closed the door behind me. I breathed deeply and took in my surroundings one more time.
The queen size bed that set against the wall, the large mirror placed above the wood dresser. The window seat piled in books and clothes. The smell of what seemed like 'home' shot through my nostrils and tears flooded my eyes. I smiled weakly to myself and made my way to the black desk, sat in the corner with only my blue pen and black notebook set on it.
I pulled the chair out and sat down, I flipped through the journal landing on the next blank page. I clicked the pen and placed it just above the plain white paper. I squeezed my eyes shut making the tears I've been holding back slide down my cheeks and onto the blank paper. I sniffled but didn't stop what I had already had in mind. My hand started writing before I could really process anything, writing the words I've always wanted to say. Before I knew it my wall clock struck 7pm signaling I had been writing for quite some time.
A hand lay on my shoulder and just by the sniffling and quite sobs I knew it was Paris. Tears freely fell down my cheeks as I reread the first and last words on the paper multiple times. My eyes stayed put on the first words I had wrote and a pain stung in my heart.
Not physical but mental, knowing there was nothing left for me to do but wait. I closed the notebook, pushing the chair away from me and quickly standing up my arms outstretched to Paris and we stood, crying with each other. For what seemed like the millionth time this month we cried, but I didn't complain this time as she got snot on my jumper, I just cried harder. For what seemed like the first of many hugs finally seemed like the last. The only knowing words that staying in my head, were the first words I had put on my paper. DAY 21—
**
"The weddings today," Paris said astonished, "and so is--" but before she could finish her sentence I cut her off "I know."
It was currently 8 am in the morning and Paris and I had been up all night just talking. I haven't properly talked to Harry since we got back from Paris about two days ago, but that's ok, its better that way. Him and Karen have been running around basically forgetting Paris and I existed.
Karen stayed at a friend’s last night and I'm pretty sure Harry left awhile ago, to go grab his suit. "Are you going to it?" I asked Paris while staring at the blank wall in front of us.
"What--what about you and.." I shook my head and chuckled.
"You can go, I mean someone has to tell them where I went." Paris sighed reluctantly and nodded her head.
My eyes felt extremely heavy and the pale, blue bucket sitting in my lap felt like a ton of bricks on my legs. We sat in a comfortable silence a little while longer until Paris broke the silence.
"What am I going to tell Harry? I mean when he asks where you are? It's going to be kind of hard to just come out and tell him 'oh Jules has had leukemia for the past couple of weeks and only had twenty two days to live, she thought it was better just not tell anyone.' Do you know how much that's going to hurt him?" She paused and sucked in air, my hands trembled and I brought my mouth up to the bucket, disgusting liquid poured from my throat and Paris held my hair as I puked for the seventh time that morning.
"Do you know how much that hurts me?" she whispered rubbing her eyes and pulling her legs to her chest.
"Hey," I shifted, groaning when I scooted a bit closer to her, my arm draped around her shoulder and I pulled her head into my chest. "They’re going to preform surgery today, ill be..." I paused and closed my eyes "I'm going to come out alive Paris".
She yanked her head from my chest and stood up abruptly, she wiped her cheeks and started pacing back and forth in front of me. "What if you don't come out at all? I'll be alone, alone again, I'll be alone again…" her voice trembled and her back rested against the wall. She slid down it and sighed, "I don't want to be alone."
"You won't be alone," the words that left my mouth, even I had a hard time believing, but I continued "I'm going to come out alive, I promise I will Paris."
She looked up at me and held her pinky out; she walked toward me and smiled warmly "pinky promise?"
My lips tugged upwards, "Pinky promise." There was knocking coming from the door downstairs and Paris smile quickly fell. "Hey," I cooed, "I'm going to be fine, have fun at the wedding." She nodded and I gave her a big hug one last time, she waved as I walked down the steps and to the door. There was a note hanging on the backside of the front door and I pulled it off reading it quickly,
Jules and Paris, Hey I left to get my suit I'll be back soon, put on some lovely dresses for me ok? Sorry I haven't spoken to you much lately Jules, I've just been busy, hopefully after the wedding we will be able to continue are um...'Affair?' Just know that I care for you, don't forget it. Lots of love, Harry.
I tucked the note in my back pocket and blinked away my tears. I smiled as I opened the front door, welcoming with open arms the man who stood before me. "I missed you daddy," I breathed his scent and I could hear his sobs coming from his chest.
"You’re going to be alright Jules, I promise," his voice trembled and he held me tighter. We both pulled away and once I caught the view of my father’s wet cheeks and red eyes my own tears fell.
"I'm going to be ok," I smiled weakly "I'm going to be ok," I repeated this time with doubt coating my voice. "Please tell me I'm going to be ok," my voice wavered and I broke down in sobs, once again my father bringing me into his arms.
"You my dear," he started and paused making sure his voice was steady, "are going to be ok." But even his words didn't reassure me. Neither did Paris' because I for one, knew. I knew something they didn't, I knew I wasn't...I wasn't going into surgery.
Harry’s POV
I stood at the front of the chapel with my hands in my black slacks and my bottom lip between my teeth. The commotion around me didn't really bother me, there was only one thing set on my mind and that was Juliet. I wonder where her and Paris are, I left them a note and texted them multiple times.
My head turned and I saw Karen’s parents all smiling and laughing at whatever they where talking about. I started pacing back and forth silently cursing myself. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. I mean Karen doesn't love me and I don't love her so...I wonder if she'll continue seeing Louis after the wedding.
I know I'm defiantly going to continue my affair with Juliet. She's the best girl I've ever met. And I'm not about to let her slip threw my fingers like that. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I shut my eyes. I turned around and faced where I was about to say 'I do'.
A vision flashed before my eyes and I pictured I was up there smiling like a fool and staring at the girl before me in admiration, the veil covered her face but there was something that radiated off her. When I lifted the white lace silk I was faced with not Karen, but Juliet. Her face was glowing and she held a smile of an angel. The way we both looked at each other, you could tell we were...in love.
My breath hitched in my throat and my eyebrows frowned. I was drawn out of my dream by a banging of doors coming from the front of the hall. I turned on my heals and narrowed my eyes at…Paris? Her body was clad in a black knee high dress and her shoes were a simple silver pair of flats.
Everyone's eyes were on the blonde haired girl, wondering why she made so many ruckus. My eyes scanned behind her searching for Jules, but I didn't see the familiar brown wavy hair. Everyone had gone back to talking and I could see Paris's eyes scanning the place looking for someone.
Her gaze finally set on me and she started running towards me. When she got close enough she grabbed hold of my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. By know I could tell her breathing was erratic and her cheeks slightly flushed. Tears brimmed the corners of her eyes and my own green ones went wide. "Paris?" I asked but she started shaking. "Paris?" I asked again, this time louder and with a side of wordiness.
She finally regained her breath, but the tears that brimmed her eyes finally fell down. She choked back a sob and looked at me apologetically before saying, "I need to tell you a secret."
**
My feet padded against the sidewalk and the heavy wind swept threw my curly hair making it fly behind me. The rain felt light against my skin and the yelling from my best men had faded. The thunder boomed over my head and the sky started turning grayer. Juliet hates thunder.
Just thinking about her made my speed pick up and my body move faster through the heavy downpour of rain that had started earlier today. I just needed to run one more block and I'd be in town, I'd be at the hospital. I'd be where Juliet is at.
I can't believe she didn't tell me. I would've been there for her every step of the way. The hospital front doors came into my eyesight across the street and I darted from one side of the street to the other. I heard the faint sound of car horns blaring, but I ignored it and just kept on going. My chest felt like it was getting tighter and my breathing way heavy.
My hands collided with the cool metal doors and I pushed them open, the air of the building rushed against my already wet and cold skin making my body shiver. My legs carried me through the doors and to the front desk where a heavy set blonde sat writing on paper.
"May I help you?" she asked annoyed and popped her gum.
"Juliet Summers...she uh, she's in here," my heavy breathing and wet figure made the ladies eyes widen.
"Who is she too you?"
My jaw clenched in annoyance "I'm her..." I looked around the room "boyfriend, I'm her boyfriend".
Her eyes shifted to her computer and she held a figure up to me. The once annoyed face of hers faded and was replaced with soft features. A small gasp escaped her lips and her eyes met mine slowly "Juliet Summers," she whispered quietly. My head bobbed up and down "Room 246. Right through that hallway," she pointed and gave me a sad smile.
I didn't bother saying goodbye because my feet had already darted through the doors and down the corridor. My eyes scanned over all the numbers placed beside the doors looking for '246'. At the end of the hallway I spotted a group of doctors surrounding the doors of Juliet's room.
"You can't go in there!" a doctor shouted but I had already pushed her door open and stumble inside, the bottom of my feet making a squeaky sound because of the rain.
My eyes fell on Juliet, her body laid limp in the white sheets. Her hazel eyes closed and her face pale emotionless. My mouth went dry and my breathing became shallow. The heart monitor beside her went at a steady pace of about nothing and her chest looked like it wasn't moving.
"Juliet," I whispered. "Juliet this isn't funny, wake up," my bottom lip trembled and I rushed over to her bedside. "Jules open your eyes," my hand grabbed her lifeless one and squeezed it, hoping to get a response.
"Please," I started begging. My palms grabbed hold of her shoulders and started shaking them. "Please," I cried. "Please!" I shouted shaking her shoulders more violently. I heard the doctors surrounding me, but not daring to come up to me. Tears started falling down onto my cheeks and fell from my cheeks onto Juliet's lips "Please, wake up. Please!"
My lips captured hers, kissing away the tears and trying to get her own to respond, but to no such luck. "Juliet!" I shouted grabbing her face in my hands and started crying harder. "Please," I whispered dropping my hands and letting my forehead rest on top of hers. "I canceled the wedding," I cried kissing all over her face. "Please Juliet, wake up..." by now my body was hovering over her, my legs on either side of her hips and my arms wrapped around her limp frame, My forehead laid against hers "I love you."
Juliet’s POV
Do you ever get that feeling where your stomach twists and you feel like puking? Like, on the first day of school or when your getting ready to do a big presentation and you get the bad type of butterflies? Your nerves get the best of you and thoughts and questions flood your mind, distracting you from reality? When you walk up to restate your essay you freeze, your eyes go wide your mouth goes dry and you stay frozen in your place?
All the faces before you seem to be a blur but you still swallow hard and stutter the words on the paper in front of you? That's how I felt right now, my back leaning against the wall as I watched wedding things being discussed before me. Nail polish colors and dress sizes were being thrown everywhere and the mass amount of ladies in the kitchen overwhelmed me.
But it wasn't just the sight of Karen deciding over what color white she wanted on her wedding dress, it was the sight of Harry standing behind her and pointing to different color flowers. I guess I was going to have to face reality some time, but I didn't think I would have to until the day they actually stood in front of the pastor and said their 'I do's.
I mean, I suppose it's better off this way, the wedding is in two days and I won't be a part of Harry’s life anymore in two days. I'll just be a memory that floats around in the open air, my memories will be reminisced but my warmth will disappear. I swallowed the lump in my throat and blinked away the tears that brimmed my eyes.
My bottom lip was pulled between my two front teeth and I felt warmth come upon my right hand. I looked over to find Paris giving me a weak smile, blinking away what were her own tears. She squeezed my hand and I squeezed back. I let go of her hand and turned my back to the chaos, my head turned slightly and I whispered in Paris ear "I'll be back."
She nodded and I stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway. I walked painfully slowly for my liking up the stairs. My hand grasped the knob to my door and I twisted opening it slowly. I stepped through the threshold and lightly closed the door behind me. I breathed deeply and took in my surroundings one more time.
The queen size bed that set against the wall, the large mirror placed above the wood dresser. The window seat piled in books and clothes. The smell of what seemed like 'home' shot through my nostrils and tears flooded my eyes. I smiled weakly to myself and made my way to the black desk, sat in the corner with only my blue pen and black notebook set on it.
I pulled the chair out and sat down, I flipped through the journal landing on the next blank page. I clicked the pen and placed it just above the plain white paper. I squeezed my eyes shut making the tears I've been holding back slide down my cheeks and onto the blank paper. I sniffled but didn't stop what I had already had in mind. My hand started writing before I could really process anything, writing the words I've always wanted to say. Before I knew it my wall clock struck 7pm signaling I had been writing for quite some time.
A hand lay on my shoulder and just by the sniffling and quite sobs I knew it was Paris. Tears freely fell down my cheeks as I reread the first and last words on the paper multiple times. My eyes stayed put on the first words I had wrote and a pain stung in my heart.
Not physical but mental, knowing there was nothing left for me to do but wait. I closed the notebook, pushing the chair away from me and quickly standing up my arms outstretched to Paris and we stood, crying with each other. For what seemed like the millionth time this month we cried, but I didn't complain this time as she got snot on my jumper, I just cried harder. For what seemed like the first of many hugs finally seemed like the last. The only knowing words that staying in my head, were the first words I had put on my paper. DAY 21—
**
"The weddings today," Paris said astonished, "and so is--" but before she could finish her sentence I cut her off "I know."
It was currently 8 am in the morning and Paris and I had been up all night just talking. I haven't properly talked to Harry since we got back from Paris about two days ago, but that's ok, its better that way. Him and Karen have been running around basically forgetting Paris and I existed.
Karen stayed at a friend’s last night and I'm pretty sure Harry left awhile ago, to go grab his suit. "Are you going to it?" I asked Paris while staring at the blank wall in front of us.
"What--what about you and.." I shook my head and chuckled.
"You can go, I mean someone has to tell them where I went." Paris sighed reluctantly and nodded her head.
My eyes felt extremely heavy and the pale, blue bucket sitting in my lap felt like a ton of bricks on my legs. We sat in a comfortable silence a little while longer until Paris broke the silence.
"What am I going to tell Harry? I mean when he asks where you are? It's going to be kind of hard to just come out and tell him 'oh Jules has had leukemia for the past couple of weeks and only had twenty two days to live, she thought it was better just not tell anyone.' Do you know how much that's going to hurt him?" She paused and sucked in air, my hands trembled and I brought my mouth up to the bucket, disgusting liquid poured from my throat and Paris held my hair as I puked for the seventh time that morning.
"Do you know how much that hurts me?" she whispered rubbing her eyes and pulling her legs to her chest.
"Hey," I shifted, groaning when I scooted a bit closer to her, my arm draped around her shoulder and I pulled her head into my chest. "They’re going to preform surgery today, ill be..." I paused and closed my eyes "I'm going to come out alive Paris".
She yanked her head from my chest and stood up abruptly, she wiped her cheeks and started pacing back and forth in front of me. "What if you don't come out at all? I'll be alone, alone again, I'll be alone again…" her voice trembled and her back rested against the wall. She slid down it and sighed, "I don't want to be alone."
"You won't be alone," the words that left my mouth, even I had a hard time believing, but I continued "I'm going to come out alive, I promise I will Paris."
She looked up at me and held her pinky out; she walked toward me and smiled warmly "pinky promise?"
My lips tugged upwards, "Pinky promise." There was knocking coming from the door downstairs and Paris smile quickly fell. "Hey," I cooed, "I'm going to be fine, have fun at the wedding." She nodded and I gave her a big hug one last time, she waved as I walked down the steps and to the door. There was a note hanging on the backside of the front door and I pulled it off reading it quickly,
Jules and Paris, Hey I left to get my suit I'll be back soon, put on some lovely dresses for me ok? Sorry I haven't spoken to you much lately Jules, I've just been busy, hopefully after the wedding we will be able to continue are um...'Affair?' Just know that I care for you, don't forget it. Lots of love, Harry.
I tucked the note in my back pocket and blinked away my tears. I smiled as I opened the front door, welcoming with open arms the man who stood before me. "I missed you daddy," I breathed his scent and I could hear his sobs coming from his chest.
"You’re going to be alright Jules, I promise," his voice trembled and he held me tighter. We both pulled away and once I caught the view of my father’s wet cheeks and red eyes my own tears fell.
"I'm going to be ok," I smiled weakly "I'm going to be ok," I repeated this time with doubt coating my voice. "Please tell me I'm going to be ok," my voice wavered and I broke down in sobs, once again my father bringing me into his arms.
"You my dear," he started and paused making sure his voice was steady, "are going to be ok." But even his words didn't reassure me. Neither did Paris' because I for one, knew. I knew something they didn't, I knew I wasn't...I wasn't going into surgery.
Harry’s POV
I stood at the front of the chapel with my hands in my black slacks and my bottom lip between my teeth. The commotion around me didn't really bother me, there was only one thing set on my mind and that was Juliet. I wonder where her and Paris are, I left them a note and texted them multiple times.
My head turned and I saw Karen’s parents all smiling and laughing at whatever they where talking about. I started pacing back and forth silently cursing myself. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this. I mean Karen doesn't love me and I don't love her so...I wonder if she'll continue seeing Louis after the wedding.
I know I'm defiantly going to continue my affair with Juliet. She's the best girl I've ever met. And I'm not about to let her slip threw my fingers like that. A heavy sigh escaped my lips and I shut my eyes. I turned around and faced where I was about to say 'I do'.
A vision flashed before my eyes and I pictured I was up there smiling like a fool and staring at the girl before me in admiration, the veil covered her face but there was something that radiated off her. When I lifted the white lace silk I was faced with not Karen, but Juliet. Her face was glowing and she held a smile of an angel. The way we both looked at each other, you could tell we were...in love.
My breath hitched in my throat and my eyebrows frowned. I was drawn out of my dream by a banging of doors coming from the front of the hall. I turned on my heals and narrowed my eyes at…Paris? Her body was clad in a black knee high dress and her shoes were a simple silver pair of flats.
Everyone's eyes were on the blonde haired girl, wondering why she made so many ruckus. My eyes scanned behind her searching for Jules, but I didn't see the familiar brown wavy hair. Everyone had gone back to talking and I could see Paris's eyes scanning the place looking for someone.
Her gaze finally set on me and she started running towards me. When she got close enough she grabbed hold of my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye. By know I could tell her breathing was erratic and her cheeks slightly flushed. Tears brimmed the corners of her eyes and my own green ones went wide. "Paris?" I asked but she started shaking. "Paris?" I asked again, this time louder and with a side of wordiness.
She finally regained her breath, but the tears that brimmed her eyes finally fell down. She choked back a sob and looked at me apologetically before saying, "I need to tell you a secret."
**
My feet padded against the sidewalk and the heavy wind swept threw my curly hair making it fly behind me. The rain felt light against my skin and the yelling from my best men had faded. The thunder boomed over my head and the sky started turning grayer. Juliet hates thunder.
Just thinking about her made my speed pick up and my body move faster through the heavy downpour of rain that had started earlier today. I just needed to run one more block and I'd be in town, I'd be at the hospital. I'd be where Juliet is at.
I can't believe she didn't tell me. I would've been there for her every step of the way. The hospital front doors came into my eyesight across the street and I darted from one side of the street to the other. I heard the faint sound of car horns blaring, but I ignored it and just kept on going. My chest felt like it was getting tighter and my breathing way heavy.
My hands collided with the cool metal doors and I pushed them open, the air of the building rushed against my already wet and cold skin making my body shiver. My legs carried me through the doors and to the front desk where a heavy set blonde sat writing on paper.
"May I help you?" she asked annoyed and popped her gum.
"Juliet Summers...she uh, she's in here," my heavy breathing and wet figure made the ladies eyes widen.
"Who is she too you?"
My jaw clenched in annoyance "I'm her..." I looked around the room "boyfriend, I'm her boyfriend".
Her eyes shifted to her computer and she held a figure up to me. The once annoyed face of hers faded and was replaced with soft features. A small gasp escaped her lips and her eyes met mine slowly "Juliet Summers," she whispered quietly. My head bobbed up and down "Room 246. Right through that hallway," she pointed and gave me a sad smile.
I didn't bother saying goodbye because my feet had already darted through the doors and down the corridor. My eyes scanned over all the numbers placed beside the doors looking for '246'. At the end of the hallway I spotted a group of doctors surrounding the doors of Juliet's room.
"You can't go in there!" a doctor shouted but I had already pushed her door open and stumble inside, the bottom of my feet making a squeaky sound because of the rain.
My eyes fell on Juliet, her body laid limp in the white sheets. Her hazel eyes closed and her face pale emotionless. My mouth went dry and my breathing became shallow. The heart monitor beside her went at a steady pace of about nothing and her chest looked like it wasn't moving.
"Juliet," I whispered. "Juliet this isn't funny, wake up," my bottom lip trembled and I rushed over to her bedside. "Jules open your eyes," my hand grabbed her lifeless one and squeezed it, hoping to get a response.
"Please," I started begging. My palms grabbed hold of her shoulders and started shaking them. "Please," I cried. "Please!" I shouted shaking her shoulders more violently. I heard the doctors surrounding me, but not daring to come up to me. Tears started falling down onto my cheeks and fell from my cheeks onto Juliet's lips "Please, wake up. Please!"
My lips captured hers, kissing away the tears and trying to get her own to respond, but to no such luck. "Juliet!" I shouted grabbing her face in my hands and started crying harder. "Please," I whispered dropping my hands and letting my forehead rest on top of hers. "I canceled the wedding," I cried kissing all over her face. "Please Juliet, wake up..." by now my body was hovering over her, my legs on either side of her hips and my arms wrapped around her limp frame, My forehead laid against hers "I love you."
8/31/13