Our Moment
Our Relationship
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Victoria's POV:
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…. In the Afternoon ….
I swear that I kept pacing back and forth, out of curiosity. I even thought that I should go next door and knock the door, just to make sure the devil isn’t my new neighbor. “Miss Parker? Mr. Styles is here. Shall I send him in?” Emily surprised me by showing up next to me, it was like I was drowned in my mind war in a different world. “Huh? Oh Yes let him in!” I followed my housekeeper’s footsteps, and sat on a couch in my stylish living room. “Hey you.” Harry walked to me fast, hugging me; I can’t blame him he’s still worried from last night. “Hey… (I sighed.)” He dropped the hug and looked at me in confusion.“What’s bothering you?” Was I that obvious in showing my expression? I guess I am. He sat down on the couch beside me, placing his arm on my knee softly.
“Nothing Hazzy, I’m just tired. And I had an interview in the morning, so… Yeah that’s it.” He didn’t look convinced, and I could tell from his hesitating features to perform an action. “Are you positive that this is it?” I nodded in depression; I just can’t imagine Zayn being my neighbor! It will be the exact situation as my high school days! His house was on the opposite side of mine, and I swear if I sneezed, he’d hear it; I’m sure he used to enjoy hearing me cry too…
“Vick, you’re not yourself at all. Love, just tell me what has happened from yesterday night till now? It’s like you changed 180 degrees.” Poor Harry, he’s extremely worried now, but still I can’t open up to anyone but myself, about this. “Harry would you relax please?” I groaned once I finished talking, and he breathed still looking at me.
“I have something to tell you, it’s about our relationship…” Why is he suddenly dry, even sad? Is he breaking up with me? What have I done to deserve this?! Is this because I ran away and I didn’t answer my phone for one night? Okay stuff like that aren’t breakup worthy! “You’re scaring me…” I shivered as I looked at him, and he sighed a little; so he’s breaking up with me!? Why?! “Management called me this morning. They want me to do a publicity stunt in LA…” Okay, so he’s not leaving me, it’s just a stunt; wait, what’s a stunt? “And that will be?” I spoke in a Carry- On- Please- matter, and he replied: “They want some drama in the band’s celebrity life, so they want me to go out with someone… (He mumbled, trying not to make me hear.) On a date…” Oh I heard that perfectly! No way am I letting my boyfriend go out with someone else!
“So you’re going to date someone else, in LA, and just leave me here, because your public image lacks drama…” I spoke coldly, you know I thought I was sad, but I’m actually feeling so boiled up right now; I think I’m fuming right too! “Well, it’s just for a month and I’ll be ba-…” I cut him off and yelled: “1 MONTH?! YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE ME FOR 1 WHOLE MONTH!? WHY!? BECAUSE YOUR IMAGE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN I AM TO YOU!?” I stood up like a metal pole, crossing my arms, allowing all the anger to burst.
“(He spoke sadly.) Love, it’s not like that … its jus-“ I interrupted him intentionally, oh he’s going to get another yell: “REALLY THEN HOW IS IT LIKE? BECAUSE I’M JUST DYING TO KNOW HARRY!” He tried holding my hand but I yanked it away, before he could. How could he agree to this!? I’m his real girlfriend! He’s going to fake one in LA, and leave me here!? I can’t accept that; this isn’t a relationship if that’s happening. “LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, IF YOU GO TO LA, THEN DON’T THINK I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU TO SHOW UP. YOU LEAVE ME HERE, THEN SO WILL YOU LEAVE OUR RELATIONSHIP.” I spat my suggestion in high tones of rage, and he looked at me silently.
“I thought you’d understand, I should have known…” Excuse me?! Should have known what!? He stood up and started walking out, not even looking back or saying anything. I felt that I was cracking each moment I shared with Harry, deep down in my heart. “(My voice shattered, and it became tiny.) You’re leaving me…?” He paused and exhaled heavily, turning his boots to stare at me in hurt. “You’re making me choose, Victoria… You clearly don’t want me to maintain what I have; you can’t wait for a month…” My knees splintered on the ceramic floor, and I sobbed as he stepped outside of the house.
Victoria's POV:
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…. In the Afternoon ….
I swear that I kept pacing back and forth, out of curiosity. I even thought that I should go next door and knock the door, just to make sure the devil isn’t my new neighbor. “Miss Parker? Mr. Styles is here. Shall I send him in?” Emily surprised me by showing up next to me, it was like I was drowned in my mind war in a different world. “Huh? Oh Yes let him in!” I followed my housekeeper’s footsteps, and sat on a couch in my stylish living room. “Hey you.” Harry walked to me fast, hugging me; I can’t blame him he’s still worried from last night. “Hey… (I sighed.)” He dropped the hug and looked at me in confusion.“What’s bothering you?” Was I that obvious in showing my expression? I guess I am. He sat down on the couch beside me, placing his arm on my knee softly.
“Nothing Hazzy, I’m just tired. And I had an interview in the morning, so… Yeah that’s it.” He didn’t look convinced, and I could tell from his hesitating features to perform an action. “Are you positive that this is it?” I nodded in depression; I just can’t imagine Zayn being my neighbor! It will be the exact situation as my high school days! His house was on the opposite side of mine, and I swear if I sneezed, he’d hear it; I’m sure he used to enjoy hearing me cry too…
“Vick, you’re not yourself at all. Love, just tell me what has happened from yesterday night till now? It’s like you changed 180 degrees.” Poor Harry, he’s extremely worried now, but still I can’t open up to anyone but myself, about this. “Harry would you relax please?” I groaned once I finished talking, and he breathed still looking at me.
“I have something to tell you, it’s about our relationship…” Why is he suddenly dry, even sad? Is he breaking up with me? What have I done to deserve this?! Is this because I ran away and I didn’t answer my phone for one night? Okay stuff like that aren’t breakup worthy! “You’re scaring me…” I shivered as I looked at him, and he sighed a little; so he’s breaking up with me!? Why?! “Management called me this morning. They want me to do a publicity stunt in LA…” Okay, so he’s not leaving me, it’s just a stunt; wait, what’s a stunt? “And that will be?” I spoke in a Carry- On- Please- matter, and he replied: “They want some drama in the band’s celebrity life, so they want me to go out with someone… (He mumbled, trying not to make me hear.) On a date…” Oh I heard that perfectly! No way am I letting my boyfriend go out with someone else!
“So you’re going to date someone else, in LA, and just leave me here, because your public image lacks drama…” I spoke coldly, you know I thought I was sad, but I’m actually feeling so boiled up right now; I think I’m fuming right too! “Well, it’s just for a month and I’ll be ba-…” I cut him off and yelled: “1 MONTH?! YOU’RE GOING TO LEAVE ME FOR 1 WHOLE MONTH!? WHY!? BECAUSE YOUR IMAGE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN I AM TO YOU!?” I stood up like a metal pole, crossing my arms, allowing all the anger to burst.
“(He spoke sadly.) Love, it’s not like that … its jus-“ I interrupted him intentionally, oh he’s going to get another yell: “REALLY THEN HOW IS IT LIKE? BECAUSE I’M JUST DYING TO KNOW HARRY!” He tried holding my hand but I yanked it away, before he could. How could he agree to this!? I’m his real girlfriend! He’s going to fake one in LA, and leave me here!? I can’t accept that; this isn’t a relationship if that’s happening. “LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, IF YOU GO TO LA, THEN DON’T THINK I’LL BE WAITING FOR YOU TO SHOW UP. YOU LEAVE ME HERE, THEN SO WILL YOU LEAVE OUR RELATIONSHIP.” I spat my suggestion in high tones of rage, and he looked at me silently.
“I thought you’d understand, I should have known…” Excuse me?! Should have known what!? He stood up and started walking out, not even looking back or saying anything. I felt that I was cracking each moment I shared with Harry, deep down in my heart. “(My voice shattered, and it became tiny.) You’re leaving me…?” He paused and exhaled heavily, turning his boots to stare at me in hurt. “You’re making me choose, Victoria… You clearly don’t want me to maintain what I have; you can’t wait for a month…” My knees splintered on the ceramic floor, and I sobbed as he stepped outside of the house.
Notes
Not expected right... :'( :'O <3 There is something coming right up that isn't expected either, so:
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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/
4/24/14