Our Moment
Caramel Orbs
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Victoria’s POV:
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…. In the Morning ….
I woke up, to find myself still asleep in the same position I last recall. His head was still placed gently on my abdomen, and his caring arm kept me close to him; I can’t believe I slept in a sitting position. I gave myself a moment to admire him, but l found myself lost in his wonders. The way his long lashes closed perfectly, how his nose was exhaling the carbon dioxide peacefully, and how his luscious light shade of red lips were holding each other; made my crystal blue eyes glitter at his beautiful features. I decided to let him proceed with his sleep, while I take a shower and change my clothes. I swiftly fixed his head on my pillow, and snuck out of his arm; grabbing my belongings to head to my large bathroom.
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Zayn’s POV:
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It felt like someone was hammering a nail in my head, once I woke up. I was dizzy, but also felt strongly relaxed where I was right now. I looked around, and found myself a little shocked; this isn’t my room. I looked out of the opened door, and I noticed the familiar living room far away; I’m in Victoria’s house? I peered at my wardrobe, and relaxed when I found my clothes were still on me, thank goodness what I assumed of happening, didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have my physical intimacy shared with no one other than her, but not like this; not now.
I pulled myself up, and placed on my shoes. Rubbing my eyes, I found a book shelf beside me, filled with different note pads and novels, which my angelic creature has. I ran my fingers over them, smiling a little; imagining that my finger traced her prints, which have once touched these books before. My eyes grew in a little curiosity, once I found an interesting red book. It was thick, and it was titled: “Tong High School Yearbook 2009-2010.” I read the name, furrowing my eyebrows at the reality point; that’s the high school I went to!
I took out the book from the stacked shelf, and opened it to have a look through. It is the same year book I have at my home in Bradford! Why does she have the same yearbook!? How did she get her hands on this? As I flicked through the pages randomly, my eyes stopped at the senior class pictures; I draped my eyes where my picture was, and I found red marker drawings of a broken heart, all over my picture. Did she draw these over my picture?! But why?! I flicked the page forward and gasped once I read: “Victoria Marie Parker, Grade 13 - C.”
No, it can’t be possible this isn’t true. I glanced at her picture with wide eyes, looking at those nerdy glasses and that innocent smile; that she still has till this day. That was when my head started spinning of flashbacks, to when I last have seen that innocent girl. She was the girl that I bullied!? She was the one that I never gave her a chance to belong?! This isn’t right, no. this is a mistake, I must be hallucinating! That’s why she has been treating me in awkward politeness all the time?! I don’t deserve her being polite with me, after what my past made me do to her. How could this be true? No, not my Victoria, it can’t be.
“Good morning.” The sweetest voice spoke from behind me, but I didn’t dare to turn around, I can’t face her or even look at her eyes anymore. Why is this happening now? After I finally have my chance in bonding with the only person I care for, it has to be somewhat ruined; Karma? Indeed. I deserve this. “Zayn? Are you okay?” I heard her walking closer to me, but I didn’t dare to move.
Victoria’s POV:
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…. In the Morning ….
I woke up, to find myself still asleep in the same position I last recall. His head was still placed gently on my abdomen, and his caring arm kept me close to him; I can’t believe I slept in a sitting position. I gave myself a moment to admire him, but l found myself lost in his wonders. The way his long lashes closed perfectly, how his nose was exhaling the carbon dioxide peacefully, and how his luscious light shade of red lips were holding each other; made my crystal blue eyes glitter at his beautiful features. I decided to let him proceed with his sleep, while I take a shower and change my clothes. I swiftly fixed his head on my pillow, and snuck out of his arm; grabbing my belongings to head to my large bathroom.
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Zayn’s POV:
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It felt like someone was hammering a nail in my head, once I woke up. I was dizzy, but also felt strongly relaxed where I was right now. I looked around, and found myself a little shocked; this isn’t my room. I looked out of the opened door, and I noticed the familiar living room far away; I’m in Victoria’s house? I peered at my wardrobe, and relaxed when I found my clothes were still on me, thank goodness what I assumed of happening, didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have my physical intimacy shared with no one other than her, but not like this; not now.
I pulled myself up, and placed on my shoes. Rubbing my eyes, I found a book shelf beside me, filled with different note pads and novels, which my angelic creature has. I ran my fingers over them, smiling a little; imagining that my finger traced her prints, which have once touched these books before. My eyes grew in a little curiosity, once I found an interesting red book. It was thick, and it was titled: “Tong High School Yearbook 2009-2010.” I read the name, furrowing my eyebrows at the reality point; that’s the high school I went to!
I took out the book from the stacked shelf, and opened it to have a look through. It is the same year book I have at my home in Bradford! Why does she have the same yearbook!? How did she get her hands on this? As I flicked through the pages randomly, my eyes stopped at the senior class pictures; I draped my eyes where my picture was, and I found red marker drawings of a broken heart, all over my picture. Did she draw these over my picture?! But why?! I flicked the page forward and gasped once I read: “Victoria Marie Parker, Grade 13 - C.”
No, it can’t be possible this isn’t true. I glanced at her picture with wide eyes, looking at those nerdy glasses and that innocent smile; that she still has till this day. That was when my head started spinning of flashbacks, to when I last have seen that innocent girl. She was the girl that I bullied!? She was the one that I never gave her a chance to belong?! This isn’t right, no. this is a mistake, I must be hallucinating! That’s why she has been treating me in awkward politeness all the time?! I don’t deserve her being polite with me, after what my past made me do to her. How could this be true? No, not my Victoria, it can’t be.
“Good morning.” The sweetest voice spoke from behind me, but I didn’t dare to turn around, I can’t face her or even look at her eyes anymore. Why is this happening now? After I finally have my chance in bonding with the only person I care for, it has to be somewhat ruined; Karma? Indeed. I deserve this. “Zayn? Are you okay?” I heard her walking closer to me, but I didn’t dare to move.
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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