Our Moment
Alright
* Make sure to check the Youtube link that's in this chapter ♥♥♥ *
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Zayn’s POV:
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I was praying like a hopeless child that she’ll accept. Did I even mention how she looks tonight? If I got the chance to choose the fairest female in this event, it would definitely be Victoria. Her cute personality and her elegant appearance are the heavenly combination to my perfection. “Alright.” She placed her baby skinned hand in mine, and it made me quiver from the action. I helped her stand up, and walked behind her; admiring her sculpted figure, and how it moved in a classical motion.
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Victoria’s POV:
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We stood in front of each other, staring like we had no clue what to do. He smiled at me, flashing those perfect white pearls at me. His hand snaked itself around the right side of my waist, slowly making me come closer to him. “Put your left hand on my shoulder.” He whispered, still maintaining his smile. Why was I flushing in all shades of red right now; I hope he doesn’t notice. I placed my hand on his toned shoulder, and he started swaying left and right, in a slow tone to the melodious violin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fzpbeh8Wj8).
Our movement was in a perfect match, it was like I had been granted wings, to float on air with now gravity. He wasn’t rigid anymore, his face calmed down, revealing the inner beauty of his unseen soul. It felt like the entire hall was empty, and no one was swaying to this perfect tune except for us two. Our eyes never left the other a chance to look anywhere else, it was like we were both hypnotized. How could he be this gentle, this charming? How could he be the same person that made me hate myself, that made me think of leaving this earth just so I can rest? How could he have that velvet power to make me feel that I belong in his touch, and no one else?
I felt a splinter of a teardrop, glide itself over my cheek, but I didn’t even know that I felt sad. Could it be a tear of happiness…? Was this dance meant to be for us both? He used his left hand to brush the tear away, making my cheek revive by his delicate touch. I never thought that he’s this soft; it felt like he’s a fragile creature when he’s with me. I shook my head directly, realizing that what I’m feeling is wrong, he can’t be this humane; no. I dropped my hand from his shoulder, and walked back to the table, grabbing my purse to leave for the nearest exit; out of this emotional night.
I didn’t look back, I blocked out all of my hearing senses to any footsteps that could have followed me. No Zayn, I won’t allow you to see me this weak again, not with you being light hearted. I ran out of the luxurious hotel, tearing more as my eyes were blurred. “Miss Parker? Are you leaving?” The limo driver asked, and I nodded reluctantly to him. It was like my entire body lost function. I pushed my legs to the car, shutting the door behind me. I glanced at the glass window, and I noticed his face, staring at me in torture; pure dark sadness.
He placed his palm on the glass from the outside, and I cried deeper in silence, I can’t stand to see his face anymore. “Please go?” I croaked my voice, trying as hard as I can to maintain my tears. “But Miss Parker, the gentleman isn’t moving from the window.” I shrugged my shoulders; he won’t get hurt if we drove away; not like I am right now. “Just go.” I spoke coldly and he drove away, as Zayn’s hands slid away from my window, eyeing me with shaky eyes. He can’t be hurt; he’s the one that hurts people. He’s the one that kills their hopes of feeling like they ever belong to this globe…
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Zayn’s POV:
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I was praying like a hopeless child that she’ll accept. Did I even mention how she looks tonight? If I got the chance to choose the fairest female in this event, it would definitely be Victoria. Her cute personality and her elegant appearance are the heavenly combination to my perfection. “Alright.” She placed her baby skinned hand in mine, and it made me quiver from the action. I helped her stand up, and walked behind her; admiring her sculpted figure, and how it moved in a classical motion.
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Victoria’s POV:
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We stood in front of each other, staring like we had no clue what to do. He smiled at me, flashing those perfect white pearls at me. His hand snaked itself around the right side of my waist, slowly making me come closer to him. “Put your left hand on my shoulder.” He whispered, still maintaining his smile. Why was I flushing in all shades of red right now; I hope he doesn’t notice. I placed my hand on his toned shoulder, and he started swaying left and right, in a slow tone to the melodious violin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2fzpbeh8Wj8).
Our movement was in a perfect match, it was like I had been granted wings, to float on air with now gravity. He wasn’t rigid anymore, his face calmed down, revealing the inner beauty of his unseen soul. It felt like the entire hall was empty, and no one was swaying to this perfect tune except for us two. Our eyes never left the other a chance to look anywhere else, it was like we were both hypnotized. How could he be this gentle, this charming? How could he be the same person that made me hate myself, that made me think of leaving this earth just so I can rest? How could he have that velvet power to make me feel that I belong in his touch, and no one else?
I felt a splinter of a teardrop, glide itself over my cheek, but I didn’t even know that I felt sad. Could it be a tear of happiness…? Was this dance meant to be for us both? He used his left hand to brush the tear away, making my cheek revive by his delicate touch. I never thought that he’s this soft; it felt like he’s a fragile creature when he’s with me. I shook my head directly, realizing that what I’m feeling is wrong, he can’t be this humane; no. I dropped my hand from his shoulder, and walked back to the table, grabbing my purse to leave for the nearest exit; out of this emotional night.
I didn’t look back, I blocked out all of my hearing senses to any footsteps that could have followed me. No Zayn, I won’t allow you to see me this weak again, not with you being light hearted. I ran out of the luxurious hotel, tearing more as my eyes were blurred. “Miss Parker? Are you leaving?” The limo driver asked, and I nodded reluctantly to him. It was like my entire body lost function. I pushed my legs to the car, shutting the door behind me. I glanced at the glass window, and I noticed his face, staring at me in torture; pure dark sadness.
He placed his palm on the glass from the outside, and I cried deeper in silence, I can’t stand to see his face anymore. “Please go?” I croaked my voice, trying as hard as I can to maintain my tears. “But Miss Parker, the gentleman isn’t moving from the window.” I shrugged my shoulders; he won’t get hurt if we drove away; not like I am right now. “Just go.” I spoke coldly and he drove away, as Zayn’s hands slid away from my window, eyeing me with shaky eyes. He can’t be hurt; he’s the one that hurts people. He’s the one that kills their hopes of feeling like they ever belong to this globe…
Notes
* Make sure to listen to the Youtube Link guys! It's a good mixture with this chapter trust me <3*No comments... Trust me if you felt like crying, it's totally fine ... even if you did, you have the right because its so sad :'( <3 I see Victoria on TV, let's go find out why:
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Good thing you reminded me about that! God Bless you sis! I miss you by the way and i can't to here your feedback <3 I just posted the story, and here is the link: http://www.harrystylesfanfiction.com/Story/34833/The-Pool-Boy/
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