Our Moment
You're Right
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Victoria's POV:
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…. At Night ….
“(He nudged my shoulder softly, and spoke.) He’s not talking to anyone, now. Go for it.” Louis was really pushing me to go over to Zayn, so I sighed in surrender. “Alright… Here (I gave him my glass.) Hold this for me.” He chuckled and took the glass, as I fixed my posture, and walked to where the birthday boy was standing; this is it.
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Zayn’s POV:
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“(I whispered in Niall’s ear.) Did Victoria tell you that she won’t be coming?” Niall laughed, even though I was pretty serious. He pointed at a figure approaching us, and replied: “Use your eyes, mate.” He left me in my position, making me glance at my perfect match, while she glided over the floor. She looked more than beautiful; everything about her was calling my name in a passionate hunger. Her dazzling body, the seduction of her waist, the purity of her blue eyes… No! I need to remain calm. But how is it possible when she’s around? She makes me want to carry her and keep her placed over my own skin, wishing I could always be attached to her.
On the other hand, she actually showed up for my birthday; does this mean she cares about me? Is she here because she wants to grant me my full happiness by seeing her? I can never face her and talk to her again; I can’t forgive myself for anything I have caused her in the past. She is a better person than I will ever be, I don’t deserve her… She stopped walking, once she stood in front of me. Her masterpiece lips drew a soft smile, as her eyes looked at me with complete innocence. I couldn’t allow myself to stop looking at her either, is she going to talk to me? Am I going to hear that angelic voice of hers again? Oh Victoria, would you please stop torturing my heart…? I can’t resist you.
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Victoria's POV:
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I stared at him, for what seemed to be an endless state, and I saw him soften while he gave me his full attention. I breathed, and spoke calmly with a pinch of happiness. “Happy birthday, Zayn. I hope that all your wishes will come true, and that happiness will flow over your life endlessly.” I didn’t know what to do, should I shake his hand? Because I’m sure he doesn’t want me to hug him. I stretched my hand for him to shake it, but what made me surprised is that he actually hugged me instead. It wasn’t a normal hug like the ones we shared; it was more delicate and carried so many feelings in the procedure. His chin was resting on my shoulder, while he breathed in my hair.
I couldn’t control myself either, I held him tight to my arms, softly landing my head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeats was increasing by the second, but it was like a tune played by a heavenly band. “(He whispered in an unclear tone, but I was able to hear it perfectly in contrast.) I don’t deserve you…” I slowly dropped my arms, and lifted my head to look at his agnostic face. He was so fragile, and I wished to be killed at this particular moment; feeling that I have caused him to be like this. I tilted his chin with my index finger, and spoke: “You don’t deserve me, you’re right… you deserve better than me…” I walked away, before any tears could escape my eyes. Eleanor rushed behind me, but I was able to close the door of the bathroom before she could step in.
He deserves someone better than me, someone that will make him happy. Someone that will never be able to make him sad. If there was a judge between us, he would probably say that we both hurt each other equally; Zayn in the past, and me in the future. Shouldn’t we call this a truce already? Can’t I just have him glitter my life with his presence? Why is this so hard, God?
Victoria's POV:
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…. At Night ….
“(He nudged my shoulder softly, and spoke.) He’s not talking to anyone, now. Go for it.” Louis was really pushing me to go over to Zayn, so I sighed in surrender. “Alright… Here (I gave him my glass.) Hold this for me.” He chuckled and took the glass, as I fixed my posture, and walked to where the birthday boy was standing; this is it.
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Zayn’s POV:
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“(I whispered in Niall’s ear.) Did Victoria tell you that she won’t be coming?” Niall laughed, even though I was pretty serious. He pointed at a figure approaching us, and replied: “Use your eyes, mate.” He left me in my position, making me glance at my perfect match, while she glided over the floor. She looked more than beautiful; everything about her was calling my name in a passionate hunger. Her dazzling body, the seduction of her waist, the purity of her blue eyes… No! I need to remain calm. But how is it possible when she’s around? She makes me want to carry her and keep her placed over my own skin, wishing I could always be attached to her.
On the other hand, she actually showed up for my birthday; does this mean she cares about me? Is she here because she wants to grant me my full happiness by seeing her? I can never face her and talk to her again; I can’t forgive myself for anything I have caused her in the past. She is a better person than I will ever be, I don’t deserve her… She stopped walking, once she stood in front of me. Her masterpiece lips drew a soft smile, as her eyes looked at me with complete innocence. I couldn’t allow myself to stop looking at her either, is she going to talk to me? Am I going to hear that angelic voice of hers again? Oh Victoria, would you please stop torturing my heart…? I can’t resist you.
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Victoria's POV:
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I stared at him, for what seemed to be an endless state, and I saw him soften while he gave me his full attention. I breathed, and spoke calmly with a pinch of happiness. “Happy birthday, Zayn. I hope that all your wishes will come true, and that happiness will flow over your life endlessly.” I didn’t know what to do, should I shake his hand? Because I’m sure he doesn’t want me to hug him. I stretched my hand for him to shake it, but what made me surprised is that he actually hugged me instead. It wasn’t a normal hug like the ones we shared; it was more delicate and carried so many feelings in the procedure. His chin was resting on my shoulder, while he breathed in my hair.
I couldn’t control myself either, I held him tight to my arms, softly landing my head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeats was increasing by the second, but it was like a tune played by a heavenly band. “(He whispered in an unclear tone, but I was able to hear it perfectly in contrast.) I don’t deserve you…” I slowly dropped my arms, and lifted my head to look at his agnostic face. He was so fragile, and I wished to be killed at this particular moment; feeling that I have caused him to be like this. I tilted his chin with my index finger, and spoke: “You don’t deserve me, you’re right… you deserve better than me…” I walked away, before any tears could escape my eyes. Eleanor rushed behind me, but I was able to close the door of the bathroom before she could step in.
He deserves someone better than me, someone that will make him happy. Someone that will never be able to make him sad. If there was a judge between us, he would probably say that we both hurt each other equally; Zayn in the past, and me in the future. Shouldn’t we call this a truce already? Can’t I just have him glitter my life with his presence? Why is this so hard, God?
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