Our Moment
Good Boy!
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Victoria’s POV:
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…. At Night….
I’ve sat on my bed, thinking endlessly about how my feelings are changing. I don’t even know the reason, no matter how much I tried to figure it out. Zayn’s change from back then to now, has caused me to change my perception of him. I think it even changed me, my behavior to be precise. Not only with him, but with everything around me too. I’m more optimistic in my life, it’s like I don’t have any reason to be afraid anymore.
But, what if Zayn found out who I am? Will he still be pure hearted, especially with me? Will he change back to his old self and make me regret the day I’m alive? What could happen if I told him the truth? I just don’t want to risk losing this humble character of his, I might as well keep it to myself. I think the Zayn I am seeing now, is making my vision of reality, a brighter place. It’s hard to decide on what I should do, but still he does deserve a perfect explanation; just not now at least.
I was still waiting for him to come, but no phone call or a messaged text has been received from him, yet. Could he have forgotten that we made a plan? Is he even alright? I hope he is wherever his existence is positioned right now. I was deciding to go to bed and call it a night, but strong slams were brought up to my main door. I jumped in my sit, scared who might be coming over at this time of night. It wasn’t too late, but not too early either. My housekeeper rushed to the door, trembling in frighten, just like I was in my bedroom.
“(She whispered in fear.) Miss, its Zayn. Shall I open? I’m scared.” Poor Emily, she’s not the only one that has her heart pumping fast right now. I slipped my slippers on, and tip toed out of my room; walking in silence to turn on the lights of the living room.“Let him in, Emily.” I tried to maintain my nerves, as much as I could. Once Emily opened the door, Zayn almost have tumbled down on his footsteps. He wasn’t walking in balance, and that made my scare grow in my insides. He mumbled something that sounded like a curse, and before he was going to trip; Emily and I held his arms. He was too heavy to hold still, considering both of our fragile bodies holding a masculine male.
“Emily… (I puffed the stress, and tried maintaining his stand.) Help me put him on my bed.” She nodded, as we both tried our best to walk him to my room, placing him on the bed in a tired landing formation. He looked at me, and smiled in a freaky way, even though it seemed a happy smile; but in an exaggerated form. I parted his lips slowly with my hand, and allowed myself to sniff his breath. Just as I expected, alcoholic fumes were a clear signifier that he’s drunk. “Emily, please fix me a cup of black coffee, immediately.” My housekeeper nodded, and walked as fast as she could to do what I asked her.
“Yoourrr Prettyyyy.” He slurred his words, but I couldn’t help myself to laugh a little, making him giggle like a little child. “(I cleared my throat, and looked at him in seriousness.) Zayn, you’re drunk. I need you to sit up so you can have a cup of coffee, alright?” He nodded, still smiling foolishly at me, and with my physical help; I was able to make him sit on my bed. “Here you go, Miss.” She gave me a huge mug of the black liquid, and I held Zayn’s chin up to assist him in drinking. “Noooo I hate coffeeeee get it offfff!” He wasn’t able to negotiate in common sense, so I figured I needed to be a little gentle in the process.
“(I spoke like a mother being playful with her child.) Zayn, come on; just a sip and I’ll let you sleep. How about it? Don’t you feel sleepy?” I poked his nose, and he chuckled foolishly with a wavy nod. I placed the mug on his perfectly drawn lips, and he drank it slowly, fixing his eyes on mine. His caramel orbs didn’t leave mine, as he swallowed a fair amount of the bitter coffee. “Good boy! Now do you want to sleep?” He clapped his hands, mumbling something I didn’t understand at all. I unzipped his boots, and drew off his leather jacket, lying him down straight on my own bed.
I brushed a lock of his dark hair, and closed the lamp light beside him; to leave him to his rest. I wanted to go out of my room, but he had enough power to hold my hand and pull me down with him on the bed. “St-stayyy… Pleaaasee?” I sighed; I couldn’t make him mad when he’s drunk, because he’ll be violent to the extreme. He placed his head on my tummy, and draped an arm around my lower waist, closing his eyes as I fiddled with his hair endlessly.
Victoria’s POV:
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…. At Night….
I’ve sat on my bed, thinking endlessly about how my feelings are changing. I don’t even know the reason, no matter how much I tried to figure it out. Zayn’s change from back then to now, has caused me to change my perception of him. I think it even changed me, my behavior to be precise. Not only with him, but with everything around me too. I’m more optimistic in my life, it’s like I don’t have any reason to be afraid anymore.
But, what if Zayn found out who I am? Will he still be pure hearted, especially with me? Will he change back to his old self and make me regret the day I’m alive? What could happen if I told him the truth? I just don’t want to risk losing this humble character of his, I might as well keep it to myself. I think the Zayn I am seeing now, is making my vision of reality, a brighter place. It’s hard to decide on what I should do, but still he does deserve a perfect explanation; just not now at least.
I was still waiting for him to come, but no phone call or a messaged text has been received from him, yet. Could he have forgotten that we made a plan? Is he even alright? I hope he is wherever his existence is positioned right now. I was deciding to go to bed and call it a night, but strong slams were brought up to my main door. I jumped in my sit, scared who might be coming over at this time of night. It wasn’t too late, but not too early either. My housekeeper rushed to the door, trembling in frighten, just like I was in my bedroom.
“(She whispered in fear.) Miss, its Zayn. Shall I open? I’m scared.” Poor Emily, she’s not the only one that has her heart pumping fast right now. I slipped my slippers on, and tip toed out of my room; walking in silence to turn on the lights of the living room.“Let him in, Emily.” I tried to maintain my nerves, as much as I could. Once Emily opened the door, Zayn almost have tumbled down on his footsteps. He wasn’t walking in balance, and that made my scare grow in my insides. He mumbled something that sounded like a curse, and before he was going to trip; Emily and I held his arms. He was too heavy to hold still, considering both of our fragile bodies holding a masculine male.
“Emily… (I puffed the stress, and tried maintaining his stand.) Help me put him on my bed.” She nodded, as we both tried our best to walk him to my room, placing him on the bed in a tired landing formation. He looked at me, and smiled in a freaky way, even though it seemed a happy smile; but in an exaggerated form. I parted his lips slowly with my hand, and allowed myself to sniff his breath. Just as I expected, alcoholic fumes were a clear signifier that he’s drunk. “Emily, please fix me a cup of black coffee, immediately.” My housekeeper nodded, and walked as fast as she could to do what I asked her.
“Yoourrr Prettyyyy.” He slurred his words, but I couldn’t help myself to laugh a little, making him giggle like a little child. “(I cleared my throat, and looked at him in seriousness.) Zayn, you’re drunk. I need you to sit up so you can have a cup of coffee, alright?” He nodded, still smiling foolishly at me, and with my physical help; I was able to make him sit on my bed. “Here you go, Miss.” She gave me a huge mug of the black liquid, and I held Zayn’s chin up to assist him in drinking. “Noooo I hate coffeeeee get it offfff!” He wasn’t able to negotiate in common sense, so I figured I needed to be a little gentle in the process.
“(I spoke like a mother being playful with her child.) Zayn, come on; just a sip and I’ll let you sleep. How about it? Don’t you feel sleepy?” I poked his nose, and he chuckled foolishly with a wavy nod. I placed the mug on his perfectly drawn lips, and he drank it slowly, fixing his eyes on mine. His caramel orbs didn’t leave mine, as he swallowed a fair amount of the bitter coffee. “Good boy! Now do you want to sleep?” He clapped his hands, mumbling something I didn’t understand at all. I unzipped his boots, and drew off his leather jacket, lying him down straight on my own bed.
I brushed a lock of his dark hair, and closed the lamp light beside him; to leave him to his rest. I wanted to go out of my room, but he had enough power to hold my hand and pull me down with him on the bed. “St-stayyy… Pleaaasee?” I sighed; I couldn’t make him mad when he’s drunk, because he’ll be violent to the extreme. He placed his head on my tummy, and draped an arm around my lower waist, closing his eyes as I fiddled with his hair endlessly.
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