Our Moment
Cigarette
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Victoria's POV:
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I watched him with teary eyes from the window. He didn’t ride his car, he went to the new owned house. So it is true, Zayn is the one next door. Great! Harry just left me for his career, my bully just became my neighbor, oh and did I mention that I can’t stop crying? I was still on my knees, confused and I wasn’t even crying normally; it was like someone was burning my heart with a cigarette. A cigarette, I never smoked in my life, not because I was protecting my voice, it’s because I hate the taste and it looks useless. But they say it calms the nerves, should I try it? Will one be enough to calm my emptiness right now? I don’t think an entire factory of them will make me relax. My boyfriend is gone; Harry is never getting back to me…
Why did I even make him choose? Was it the right thing to do? Of course it’s the right thing! He told me that he’s going to date another person just for a publicity stunt, he didn’t even ask me what I think of that, or if I agree with that or not. I thought that’s what couples do? Why am I thinking of all of these feelings right now? Shouldn’t I notice such details a long time ago? I guess what I’ve heard about such situations is true; people say that you only realize the ugly truth, when it’s over. But, I’ve been with Harry for a whole year! I’m sure that meant something to him like it did for me?! I don’t hate Harry; I just hate his decision…
My entire body jumped once I heard a door being slammed harshly. I sniffed my nose and stood up to get a better view from the window, and I noticed it was a familiar male’s body, stomping his feet on the ground in endless anger. I knew who it was from the tattoo he has on the back of his neck. It’s a silver fern, in New Zealand it’s a symbol of good luck. Wait… How on earth do I know so much information about his tattoo! I shook my head, watching the angry guy walk his footsteps to the corner of the street, lighting a tobacco roll, hey, didn’t I just want one of these a minute ago?
I can’t go up to him and ask him for one, could I? There are many reasons that I can’t: I hate smoking, plus I can’t really talk to him after last night; it will be so awkward and I hate being in such situation. Okay, now he’s walking with the cigarette in his hand, I guess he’s going back home? No, wait why is he crossing the street? Oh no, he’s approaching my doorstep, crap! I ran to my room to clear my tears with a tissue, and I adjust my shirt a little, just so I don’t look like a complete mess.
“Miss Parker, There is a young gentleman called Zayn Malik. Should I send him inside?” I swear my housekeeper makes me frightened more than a horror movie, she keeps appearing out of nowhere into my room! “Yes, and ask him what he’ll like to drink, until I fix myself a little.” She nodded and stepped out of my room. Okay, thank God my hair is still fine from the interview this morning, I’ll just put a little blush and I’ll be fine. I quickly brushed my cheeks with a pinch of powdered blush (http://www.polyvore.com/green_comfort/set?id=110243344&lid=3232549), and stepped outside of my room, breathing deeply.
“Hello.” I spoke calmly, not so cheery and not so sad at the same time; clearly both of our moods are ruined. “Hey, Um… Nice place.” He tried his best to talk without nervousness, but he couldn’t. “Thanks, are you alright?” I saw him eyeing me while I walked to sit on the other end of the couch, flexing his honey jewels at my exposed tummy. Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush…Why did I blush!? Why!? As soon as I sat down, I dragged my sleeves lower to the palm of my hand, just to cozy myself a little.
“Zayn?” I was waiting for him to answer, but his eyes were fixated on my skin exposure; great! 1 minute he’s sad, the next he’s interested in my shape! Psht! Men! “Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. I think I’m alright… Do you mind if I smoke?” I shook my head, trying to smile, but nope I couldn’t because guess what? His best friend just walked out on our relationship! “Sure, no worries.” He actually smiled, wasn’t he sad a second earlier? This boy is out of this world.
Victoria's POV:
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I watched him with teary eyes from the window. He didn’t ride his car, he went to the new owned house. So it is true, Zayn is the one next door. Great! Harry just left me for his career, my bully just became my neighbor, oh and did I mention that I can’t stop crying? I was still on my knees, confused and I wasn’t even crying normally; it was like someone was burning my heart with a cigarette. A cigarette, I never smoked in my life, not because I was protecting my voice, it’s because I hate the taste and it looks useless. But they say it calms the nerves, should I try it? Will one be enough to calm my emptiness right now? I don’t think an entire factory of them will make me relax. My boyfriend is gone; Harry is never getting back to me…
Why did I even make him choose? Was it the right thing to do? Of course it’s the right thing! He told me that he’s going to date another person just for a publicity stunt, he didn’t even ask me what I think of that, or if I agree with that or not. I thought that’s what couples do? Why am I thinking of all of these feelings right now? Shouldn’t I notice such details a long time ago? I guess what I’ve heard about such situations is true; people say that you only realize the ugly truth, when it’s over. But, I’ve been with Harry for a whole year! I’m sure that meant something to him like it did for me?! I don’t hate Harry; I just hate his decision…
My entire body jumped once I heard a door being slammed harshly. I sniffed my nose and stood up to get a better view from the window, and I noticed it was a familiar male’s body, stomping his feet on the ground in endless anger. I knew who it was from the tattoo he has on the back of his neck. It’s a silver fern, in New Zealand it’s a symbol of good luck. Wait… How on earth do I know so much information about his tattoo! I shook my head, watching the angry guy walk his footsteps to the corner of the street, lighting a tobacco roll, hey, didn’t I just want one of these a minute ago?
I can’t go up to him and ask him for one, could I? There are many reasons that I can’t: I hate smoking, plus I can’t really talk to him after last night; it will be so awkward and I hate being in such situation. Okay, now he’s walking with the cigarette in his hand, I guess he’s going back home? No, wait why is he crossing the street? Oh no, he’s approaching my doorstep, crap! I ran to my room to clear my tears with a tissue, and I adjust my shirt a little, just so I don’t look like a complete mess.
“Miss Parker, There is a young gentleman called Zayn Malik. Should I send him inside?” I swear my housekeeper makes me frightened more than a horror movie, she keeps appearing out of nowhere into my room! “Yes, and ask him what he’ll like to drink, until I fix myself a little.” She nodded and stepped out of my room. Okay, thank God my hair is still fine from the interview this morning, I’ll just put a little blush and I’ll be fine. I quickly brushed my cheeks with a pinch of powdered blush (http://www.polyvore.com/green_comfort/set?id=110243344&lid=3232549), and stepped outside of my room, breathing deeply.
“Hello.” I spoke calmly, not so cheery and not so sad at the same time; clearly both of our moods are ruined. “Hey, Um… Nice place.” He tried his best to talk without nervousness, but he couldn’t. “Thanks, are you alright?” I saw him eyeing me while I walked to sit on the other end of the couch, flexing his honey jewels at my exposed tummy. Don’t blush, don’t blush, don’t blush…Why did I blush!? Why!? As soon as I sat down, I dragged my sleeves lower to the palm of my hand, just to cozy myself a little.
“Zayn?” I was waiting for him to answer, but his eyes were fixated on my skin exposure; great! 1 minute he’s sad, the next he’s interested in my shape! Psht! Men! “Huh? Oh, I’m sorry. I think I’m alright… Do you mind if I smoke?” I shook my head, trying to smile, but nope I couldn’t because guess what? His best friend just walked out on our relationship! “Sure, no worries.” He actually smiled, wasn’t he sad a second earlier? This boy is out of this world.
Notes
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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