Undercover Protector
Who's There Part 2
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Harry’s POV:
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“Do you remember when we first met? When we went back to my hotel room after that night, and you made sure I don’t touch you by making me drunk? (I giggled with myself in front of the stone I looked at.) Why did you leave me…? Why, Nicole…? (I started crying, but before I released my crying sound, I heard footsteps behind me. I wiped my face and sniffed my nose.) Who’s there!?” I heard the person sigh, but I couldn’t see who it was, even though it looked like a female figure; damn this fog! “(She spoke in French, I guess?) Je suis désolé, je ne voulais pas vous déranger. Je rendais visite à mon grand-père. J'espère que vous êtes bien.” I didn’t understand a single word, so I had to ask again.
“Do you speak English?” She directly replied quietly, in a French accent: “Yes, I know a little of American. Pardon! I mean, I’m sorry.” I don’t know why, but I felt a little relaxed with her spontaneous words. “Don’t apologize, it’s alright really. Do you mind repeating what you said in the beginning? I’m sorry I don’t speak French at all.” I noticed her head nodding, from the far distance she stood in. “I was saying… I hope you are fine, I am sorry that I disturbed you, and that I am here to visit my grand-père… I mean Grandfather.” She corrected herself in the end, and I smiled; she was very respectable.
“I hope he’s in a better place, I’m sorry for your loss. I can’t tell you that I am fine, because I lost the most valuable female in my life recently…” I choked on my last word, and she mumbled something under her breath.“What was that?” I asked and she directly shook her head. “(Her French accent while talking English is actually funny.) I’m sorry, she must have been very important for you. Was it your mother?” I shook my head and tried my best to look at her, but I couldn’t from this terrible climate of fog. “No, she was my girlfriend… Well actually, (I picked up a box from my pocket and gave myself sometime to stare at it.) I was planning on making her more than a girlfriend… But then I guess God wanted her to rest in peace instead of staying with me…” I heard a little sniffle escape her nose, was she crying?!
“(She whispered.) May I see the box…?” I sighed and stretched my hand to her. She stretched her hand, and took the box, trying her best not to step closer to me; why doesn’t she step closer? I saw her open the box, and it was complete silence, until another cute sniffle escaped her French nose (http://www.polyvore.com/box/set?id=109088045&lid=3147054). “What were you planning on doing with it…?” She breathed her tears that were still hidden under those sunglasses; if only I could see her clearly. “I came here, to place it on her grave… I thought she would be happy to know what my intention was.” She nodded and handed me the box back. “Was her name Nicole?” She asked and I nodded, how did she know?
“Did you know her somehow?” I asked and she replied, clearly she calmed down her tears: “The ring had a carving inside…” Oh, she’s right I forgot about that detail. “Oh, sorry, I just thought you knew her. Anyways, I don’t want to give you a headache anymore; I’m sorry again.” She shook her head and spoke: “Don’t worry really, it will all be fine, and I am sure that Nicole still loves you… I don’t think she will ever be able to love anyone as much as you… (She started crying again and I couldn’t help myself from allowing a tear to slide.) I-I have to g-go… I’m so-sorry…” She cried deeper as she ran away into the fog: “Wait! I didn’t get your name!” By the time she disappeared, I knew she didn’t hear my call for her.
I placed the box on Nicole’s grave, and I wiped my tear. In that exact moment, I sniffed the scent that haunted me till this second, jasmine. How do my hands smell like jasmine? I shook my head, because I must be going crazy. “I can still smell your scent wherever I go baby… It makes me feel better every time I remember it belonged to you… I love you more than anything in this world, and no matter what might happen, I will never get over you, over us…” I spoke to the stone of my beloved, and I kissed the box that was placed on her grave, then turned around and left.
Harry’s POV:
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“Do you remember when we first met? When we went back to my hotel room after that night, and you made sure I don’t touch you by making me drunk? (I giggled with myself in front of the stone I looked at.) Why did you leave me…? Why, Nicole…? (I started crying, but before I released my crying sound, I heard footsteps behind me. I wiped my face and sniffed my nose.) Who’s there!?” I heard the person sigh, but I couldn’t see who it was, even though it looked like a female figure; damn this fog! “(She spoke in French, I guess?) Je suis désolé, je ne voulais pas vous déranger. Je rendais visite à mon grand-père. J'espère que vous êtes bien.” I didn’t understand a single word, so I had to ask again.
“Do you speak English?” She directly replied quietly, in a French accent: “Yes, I know a little of American. Pardon! I mean, I’m sorry.” I don’t know why, but I felt a little relaxed with her spontaneous words. “Don’t apologize, it’s alright really. Do you mind repeating what you said in the beginning? I’m sorry I don’t speak French at all.” I noticed her head nodding, from the far distance she stood in. “I was saying… I hope you are fine, I am sorry that I disturbed you, and that I am here to visit my grand-père… I mean Grandfather.” She corrected herself in the end, and I smiled; she was very respectable.
“I hope he’s in a better place, I’m sorry for your loss. I can’t tell you that I am fine, because I lost the most valuable female in my life recently…” I choked on my last word, and she mumbled something under her breath.“What was that?” I asked and she directly shook her head. “(Her French accent while talking English is actually funny.) I’m sorry, she must have been very important for you. Was it your mother?” I shook my head and tried my best to look at her, but I couldn’t from this terrible climate of fog. “No, she was my girlfriend… Well actually, (I picked up a box from my pocket and gave myself sometime to stare at it.) I was planning on making her more than a girlfriend… But then I guess God wanted her to rest in peace instead of staying with me…” I heard a little sniffle escape her nose, was she crying?!
“(She whispered.) May I see the box…?” I sighed and stretched my hand to her. She stretched her hand, and took the box, trying her best not to step closer to me; why doesn’t she step closer? I saw her open the box, and it was complete silence, until another cute sniffle escaped her French nose (http://www.polyvore.com/box/set?id=109088045&lid=3147054). “What were you planning on doing with it…?” She breathed her tears that were still hidden under those sunglasses; if only I could see her clearly. “I came here, to place it on her grave… I thought she would be happy to know what my intention was.” She nodded and handed me the box back. “Was her name Nicole?” She asked and I nodded, how did she know?
“Did you know her somehow?” I asked and she replied, clearly she calmed down her tears: “The ring had a carving inside…” Oh, she’s right I forgot about that detail. “Oh, sorry, I just thought you knew her. Anyways, I don’t want to give you a headache anymore; I’m sorry again.” She shook her head and spoke: “Don’t worry really, it will all be fine, and I am sure that Nicole still loves you… I don’t think she will ever be able to love anyone as much as you… (She started crying again and I couldn’t help myself from allowing a tear to slide.) I-I have to g-go… I’m so-sorry…” She cried deeper as she ran away into the fog: “Wait! I didn’t get your name!” By the time she disappeared, I knew she didn’t hear my call for her.
I placed the box on Nicole’s grave, and I wiped my tear. In that exact moment, I sniffed the scent that haunted me till this second, jasmine. How do my hands smell like jasmine? I shook my head, because I must be going crazy. “I can still smell your scent wherever I go baby… It makes me feel better every time I remember it belonged to you… I love you more than anything in this world, and no matter what might happen, I will never get over you, over us…” I spoke to the stone of my beloved, and I kissed the box that was placed on her grave, then turned around and left.
Notes
Notes:For those who want to ask about how Harry got the jasmine scent on his fingers: He gave the box to Alice right? And she held it in her hand, which made the box absorb the smell of jasmine, when she handed it back to him. <3 It was such a sad and depressing chapter wasn't it? <3 Poor Harry, he was actually going to propose to Nicole... :'( :'( ! <3 This Alice girl is becoming quite suspicious now isn't she? <3 Does she remind you of someone who spoke French and other languages fluently ;)? Well it might be a coincidence right? <3
Question for tomorrow: Why is Harry Drunk? Why is Niall and Amanda running after Harry? What does Alice have to tell Amanda? Harry is going somewhere?! :O
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5/26/14