Pride and Prejudice
Why are you my clarity?
Charlotte's POV
Light is going through the curtains of the living room, burning my face and my eyes. I was in a deep, comfortable sleep, where I didn't want to escape from. But obviously the sun thinks different. I don't really know what time is it, but everything is pretty quite in the flat. I still can feel two heavy weights on me, so I guess that the boys aren't awake yet. I try to move slowly, not to wake them up, but this is a really slow business.
Around 10 minutes later, I'm finally out of here and my whole body is aching, from head to toe. I've got the feeling that a whole bunch of elephants walked on me during the night! My whole body is sore, and I can't move a finger without pain. Like the boys are still fast asleep, I take the decision to go and relax in the shower, with the hope that hot water will help a little.
Once in there, my thoughts are a little bit clearer. I haven't had time to think about the recent days events. First things first, the nightmare of the other night. I know I shouldn't be thinking about it, but I can't help it. I see the pictures in my mind, very precisely. Among all the dreams that I've ever made, some of them remained pretty clear in my mind and I've never been able to forget them. I'm afraid this one is one of the kind. Usually, my dreams are a mix of several things. Once, I dreamt that I was running as fast as I could in hallways that looked like the castle of Browser, in that DS game. I was running away from the fire, and I was trying to find the exit. Another time, I was fighting the bad guy in the Princess and the Frog with a Harry Potter wand. I'm not really tormented by that kind of dreams usually, because they sound unreal, and I know they are. But this one was really different. I wish I could forget it. The scariest was that it could happen. Anytime, that dream could come true.
I was at my father's, I was sitting on my bed, and two friends of mine were here in my room. My father came along to chat nicely, that was cool. It must be late because everything was dark outside. I couldn't find my sister, she wasn't answering my calls, and texting me back. Nobody seemed to care, even my father, even thought she's his daughter. I looked for her everywhere in vain. She was nowhere to be find, and my fear was growing step by step. Some other things happened, like my childhood friend's brother being in my step sister's room - and saying that it was his. Suddenly, she appeared hung outside the window, from the roof. I screamed as loud as I could, but nobody moved. I closed my eyes hoping that it was just a bad dream, and when I opened them again, I was on the roof, where my sister's murdered would have been standing, and I ended up hanged too.
I don't really understand that dream. I know that I don't want my sister to die - she's the person I love the most on Earth - and I know that my father wouldn't be so calm if something like this happened. So I don't get it. I remember back in school, our philosophy teacher used to say that the dreams were the spectrum of our day, our fears, our hopes. All of this was mixed altogether and kind of coded too. All we needed to do to understand it was deciphering it. I think that I should write it down, and whenever I have a moment, I could try.
The other thing I needed to think about was Harry. The things were fully back to normal, or at least it seemed so. But what I felt last night was weird. I had never felt it before. I feel like it's the first time I heard a couple in full action, and I may be single for a quite long time. Was that a wish to be loved? Sure I miss this intimacy with someone. But I don't want to be the kind of girl that hooks up every guy she meets. Isn't it what I was doing with the girls' acquaintances? Pretty much I guess. Oh God I seem so desperate! Maybe it's time for me to meet someone the old fashion way. I've always been a romantic girl, longing for the cute walks along the river, and the picnics and stuff. And yet, here I am, meeting guys that I don't want to know. That might be the reason why it doesn't work. I may be a little be obsessed with that thing - being the only single in the group isn't always easy - and I became ready to do everything. Almost everything, let's be clear.
Suddenly, I can't help smiling. I feel so stupid! I've been focused on finding the right guy, and I've forget to look at the world around me. I also put a lot of pressure on me, willing to find someone, without caring if he was right for me or not. It's time to be a little bit lightheaded and careless. Just to have fun, and enjoy life as much as I can.
**
After this big realisation in the shower, I decided to let go a little bit, to stop being afraid, and live life. I'm in London, where I've always wanted to live, I've got amazing friends, and still I find a way to ruin my life. Time to move on. And we'll see what life can bring.
The two singers were slowly emerging from their sleep, still laying on the couch. I made coffee for the with of them, and a tea for me. I still don't like coffee, but I get used to some kind of tea. I better be since that's the national drink. I've got the feeling that it's going to be a good day. How easy life is when you "don't give a fart" Santana quote.
Liam and Louis arrive 5 minutes later, Liam hanging up.
'Hello girl. Harry is coming after dropping Kendall at the airport. Sleep well?'
'Pretty good, except that the position was the worst I could have had. What about you?'
'The couch was a little bit too small for the three of us. Next time I swear that I sleep on the floor. And who farted around 5 a.m.?' Louis asked innocently.
My cheeks blushed instantly, and I was about to defend myself, when I saw a very blushing Liam in front of me, also spotted by Louis.
'Liam that was you, wasn't it? For God's sake! I could barely breath you know. I could have died in here!'
Seeing that Tommo had a responsible, I said nothing. I know, I'm a coward. But I'm a lady, and ladies mustn't fart. The myth would be broken forever if I had said something. Knowing that he wasn't the only culprit, I decided not to worsen his case. I remained silent while Louis kept on whining about the smell. Fortunately, Harry arrived and rescued us from a long, boring talk about farts from Louis.
'Hey guys, how was the night?' He was grinning like an mischievous kid.
'Don't ask Louis please. If you really want to know, ask when we're not around. I'm not really sure that I'll be able to outlive it.' I took a sip of tea, and hugged my friend.
'Fine!, And Char, I hope you don't mind, I brought a friend.' He still was smiling like an idiot.
'Wh..what? Could you just text? That's not complicated Harry, for God's sake!' He could have told me, that's my home for Christ's sake! I know that there isn't the private property between all of us - we don't even knock anymore on the entrance doors - but I would have like a warning. That was the least he could have done.
'Yeah well I thought i would be funnier if you weren't warned. Your face is priceless.' He looked particularly serious.
'Your kind of humour sucks Styles. Who's that person anyway? And where is he? Or she?'
'Tu la connais bien je crois.' (You know her pretty damn good I guess)
'Non. C'est pas possible. Non. Non non non non.' (No. No way. That can't be possible.)
'Eh si !' (Hell yeah!)
'Oh mon dieu Marie !' (Oh my god Marie!)
She's here. My favourite blonde in this whole world. My confident. My baby sister.
Light is going through the curtains of the living room, burning my face and my eyes. I was in a deep, comfortable sleep, where I didn't want to escape from. But obviously the sun thinks different. I don't really know what time is it, but everything is pretty quite in the flat. I still can feel two heavy weights on me, so I guess that the boys aren't awake yet. I try to move slowly, not to wake them up, but this is a really slow business.
Around 10 minutes later, I'm finally out of here and my whole body is aching, from head to toe. I've got the feeling that a whole bunch of elephants walked on me during the night! My whole body is sore, and I can't move a finger without pain. Like the boys are still fast asleep, I take the decision to go and relax in the shower, with the hope that hot water will help a little.
Once in there, my thoughts are a little bit clearer. I haven't had time to think about the recent days events. First things first, the nightmare of the other night. I know I shouldn't be thinking about it, but I can't help it. I see the pictures in my mind, very precisely. Among all the dreams that I've ever made, some of them remained pretty clear in my mind and I've never been able to forget them. I'm afraid this one is one of the kind. Usually, my dreams are a mix of several things. Once, I dreamt that I was running as fast as I could in hallways that looked like the castle of Browser, in that DS game. I was running away from the fire, and I was trying to find the exit. Another time, I was fighting the bad guy in the Princess and the Frog with a Harry Potter wand. I'm not really tormented by that kind of dreams usually, because they sound unreal, and I know they are. But this one was really different. I wish I could forget it. The scariest was that it could happen. Anytime, that dream could come true.
I was at my father's, I was sitting on my bed, and two friends of mine were here in my room. My father came along to chat nicely, that was cool. It must be late because everything was dark outside. I couldn't find my sister, she wasn't answering my calls, and texting me back. Nobody seemed to care, even my father, even thought she's his daughter. I looked for her everywhere in vain. She was nowhere to be find, and my fear was growing step by step. Some other things happened, like my childhood friend's brother being in my step sister's room - and saying that it was his. Suddenly, she appeared hung outside the window, from the roof. I screamed as loud as I could, but nobody moved. I closed my eyes hoping that it was just a bad dream, and when I opened them again, I was on the roof, where my sister's murdered would have been standing, and I ended up hanged too.
I don't really understand that dream. I know that I don't want my sister to die - she's the person I love the most on Earth - and I know that my father wouldn't be so calm if something like this happened. So I don't get it. I remember back in school, our philosophy teacher used to say that the dreams were the spectrum of our day, our fears, our hopes. All of this was mixed altogether and kind of coded too. All we needed to do to understand it was deciphering it. I think that I should write it down, and whenever I have a moment, I could try.
The other thing I needed to think about was Harry. The things were fully back to normal, or at least it seemed so. But what I felt last night was weird. I had never felt it before. I feel like it's the first time I heard a couple in full action, and I may be single for a quite long time. Was that a wish to be loved? Sure I miss this intimacy with someone. But I don't want to be the kind of girl that hooks up every guy she meets. Isn't it what I was doing with the girls' acquaintances? Pretty much I guess. Oh God I seem so desperate! Maybe it's time for me to meet someone the old fashion way. I've always been a romantic girl, longing for the cute walks along the river, and the picnics and stuff. And yet, here I am, meeting guys that I don't want to know. That might be the reason why it doesn't work. I may be a little be obsessed with that thing - being the only single in the group isn't always easy - and I became ready to do everything. Almost everything, let's be clear.
Suddenly, I can't help smiling. I feel so stupid! I've been focused on finding the right guy, and I've forget to look at the world around me. I also put a lot of pressure on me, willing to find someone, without caring if he was right for me or not. It's time to be a little bit lightheaded and careless. Just to have fun, and enjoy life as much as I can.
**
After this big realisation in the shower, I decided to let go a little bit, to stop being afraid, and live life. I'm in London, where I've always wanted to live, I've got amazing friends, and still I find a way to ruin my life. Time to move on. And we'll see what life can bring.
The two singers were slowly emerging from their sleep, still laying on the couch. I made coffee for the with of them, and a tea for me. I still don't like coffee, but I get used to some kind of tea. I better be since that's the national drink. I've got the feeling that it's going to be a good day. How easy life is when you "don't give a fart" Santana quote.
Liam and Louis arrive 5 minutes later, Liam hanging up.
'Hello girl. Harry is coming after dropping Kendall at the airport. Sleep well?'
'Pretty good, except that the position was the worst I could have had. What about you?'
'The couch was a little bit too small for the three of us. Next time I swear that I sleep on the floor. And who farted around 5 a.m.?' Louis asked innocently.
My cheeks blushed instantly, and I was about to defend myself, when I saw a very blushing Liam in front of me, also spotted by Louis.
'Liam that was you, wasn't it? For God's sake! I could barely breath you know. I could have died in here!'
Seeing that Tommo had a responsible, I said nothing. I know, I'm a coward. But I'm a lady, and ladies mustn't fart. The myth would be broken forever if I had said something. Knowing that he wasn't the only culprit, I decided not to worsen his case. I remained silent while Louis kept on whining about the smell. Fortunately, Harry arrived and rescued us from a long, boring talk about farts from Louis.
'Hey guys, how was the night?' He was grinning like an mischievous kid.
'Don't ask Louis please. If you really want to know, ask when we're not around. I'm not really sure that I'll be able to outlive it.' I took a sip of tea, and hugged my friend.
'Fine!, And Char, I hope you don't mind, I brought a friend.' He still was smiling like an idiot.
'Wh..what? Could you just text? That's not complicated Harry, for God's sake!' He could have told me, that's my home for Christ's sake! I know that there isn't the private property between all of us - we don't even knock anymore on the entrance doors - but I would have like a warning. That was the least he could have done.
'Yeah well I thought i would be funnier if you weren't warned. Your face is priceless.' He looked particularly serious.
'Your kind of humour sucks Styles. Who's that person anyway? And where is he? Or she?'
'Tu la connais bien je crois.' (You know her pretty damn good I guess)
'Non. C'est pas possible. Non. Non non non non.' (No. No way. That can't be possible.)
'Eh si !' (Hell yeah!)
'Oh mon dieu Marie !' (Oh my god Marie!)
She's here. My favourite blonde in this whole world. My confident. My baby sister.
Notes
I got lost in my thoughts while writing this chapter, so nothing big really happens, and there's a lot of inner reflexion.
And for the title, I've had this song stuck in y head for the whole day father watching the Glee episode, so I thought that I could share this with you haha.
I was so happy to see that more that 1,000 people had read my story so far! Thank you!
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2/24/14