Our Moment
Alone
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Victoria's POV:
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…. After 12:30 Hours/ Arriving at MPX Airport ….
This flight was endless; I couldn’t handle the tired feeling anymore. Although I have slept half the way here, but still I needed to relax as soon as I reached the hotel. “Darling, put your shades on. There is a lot of paparazzi groups waiting outside; but I arranged a security team to clear our path to the limo.” Helen told me kindly, and I applied immediately (http://www.polyvore.com/leaving/set?id=110447721&lid=3232549). The last thing I want now, is journalistic exposure. I just don’t want to be hovered with endless questions and pictures; not when I’m out of energy. We collected our luggage, and headed to the exit gate of the airport. Instantly, a group of security guards where all over the paparazzi bunch, moving them aside so that we could ride the car with no delay.
Helen kept holding me, as we rode the vehicle, and it took us safely to our destination. “You need to rest as soon as we arrive, alright? You have a big start on the photo shoot tomorrow. Try to rest your eyes, and make sure to avoid using your phone or television. It will all help eliminating the puffiness in no time.” I admired the care that came from my manager; she really wants me to be relaxed. I still didn’t mention anything to her about last night, but my eyes were a clear signifier to the negativity of my emotions.
As soon as I arrived to the hotel, I collected my key card; and rushed up to my suite. To my happiness, the bed was really huge, and it helped me doze off immediately once my head landed on the fluffy pillow (http://www.minimalisti.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Red-suite-bedroom-interior.jpg).
….The Next Day ….
I had a long and calming sleep last night, especially since I avoided using my phone. But that relaxation didn’t last a lot, since I was now posing for the album cover. Yes, the photo shoot will turn out to be positive, but still it is a lot of hard work. I’ve been here for 4 hours now, and my energy is draining slowly. “All done! Thank you for your patience Miss Parker. I shall send the results as soon as they get suitably edited to your favor.” The team director of the photographers was kind enough to say this. I was happy that the work for today was over. Now, I could possibly go back to the hotel and lie down.
Once I arrived to my suite, I took a shower and had my lunch in a quiet atmosphere. I didn’t even want Helen to join me, not because she disturbs me; but because I want to be alone. It gave me a lot of time to think about why hasn’t anyone contacted me yet; but then I remembered that I didn’t give my Italian number away; except for my housekeeper, just in case of an emergency. I walked around this luxurious room, and thought deeply: Wouldn’t it be nice if I was here with someone? Not any person, but a particular male with dashing Hazel eyes, that could melt me in milliseconds.
I’m glad that I am away from him; just to avoid any kind of honest confrontation. But, honestly? I miss him, not just a little; a lot actually. I miss our morning exercises, our hangouts, the way we talked to each other like there were no borders between us. Why did we have to kiss? Why couldn’t I have stayed in his room, and made that night historical for the both of us? If only he can hear me wherever he is now, he’ll know how much I miss him.
Victoria's POV:
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…. After 12:30 Hours/ Arriving at MPX Airport ….
This flight was endless; I couldn’t handle the tired feeling anymore. Although I have slept half the way here, but still I needed to relax as soon as I reached the hotel. “Darling, put your shades on. There is a lot of paparazzi groups waiting outside; but I arranged a security team to clear our path to the limo.” Helen told me kindly, and I applied immediately (http://www.polyvore.com/leaving/set?id=110447721&lid=3232549). The last thing I want now, is journalistic exposure. I just don’t want to be hovered with endless questions and pictures; not when I’m out of energy. We collected our luggage, and headed to the exit gate of the airport. Instantly, a group of security guards where all over the paparazzi bunch, moving them aside so that we could ride the car with no delay.
Helen kept holding me, as we rode the vehicle, and it took us safely to our destination. “You need to rest as soon as we arrive, alright? You have a big start on the photo shoot tomorrow. Try to rest your eyes, and make sure to avoid using your phone or television. It will all help eliminating the puffiness in no time.” I admired the care that came from my manager; she really wants me to be relaxed. I still didn’t mention anything to her about last night, but my eyes were a clear signifier to the negativity of my emotions.
As soon as I arrived to the hotel, I collected my key card; and rushed up to my suite. To my happiness, the bed was really huge, and it helped me doze off immediately once my head landed on the fluffy pillow (http://www.minimalisti.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Red-suite-bedroom-interior.jpg).
….The Next Day ….
I had a long and calming sleep last night, especially since I avoided using my phone. But that relaxation didn’t last a lot, since I was now posing for the album cover. Yes, the photo shoot will turn out to be positive, but still it is a lot of hard work. I’ve been here for 4 hours now, and my energy is draining slowly. “All done! Thank you for your patience Miss Parker. I shall send the results as soon as they get suitably edited to your favor.” The team director of the photographers was kind enough to say this. I was happy that the work for today was over. Now, I could possibly go back to the hotel and lie down.
Once I arrived to my suite, I took a shower and had my lunch in a quiet atmosphere. I didn’t even want Helen to join me, not because she disturbs me; but because I want to be alone. It gave me a lot of time to think about why hasn’t anyone contacted me yet; but then I remembered that I didn’t give my Italian number away; except for my housekeeper, just in case of an emergency. I walked around this luxurious room, and thought deeply: Wouldn’t it be nice if I was here with someone? Not any person, but a particular male with dashing Hazel eyes, that could melt me in milliseconds.
I’m glad that I am away from him; just to avoid any kind of honest confrontation. But, honestly? I miss him, not just a little; a lot actually. I miss our morning exercises, our hangouts, the way we talked to each other like there were no borders between us. Why did we have to kiss? Why couldn’t I have stayed in his room, and made that night historical for the both of us? If only he can hear me wherever he is now, he’ll know how much I miss him.
Notes
I needed to give Victoria, a chapter to explain why she wanted to be alone; and I think it is helpful, considering the upcoming event ;) Hold your breaths and:
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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