Our Moment
Tense
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Victoria’s POV:
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…. 1 Day Ahead….
Yesterday was proper work without any source of interaction at all. Why? Well because I am here on business, and that’s all; boring and exhausting. Helen has decided to postpone the concert to another month, since the album isn’t completed yet. As for recording my songs, her opinion was to finish the procedure at a studio in London. I didn’t mind at all, because this would make me go back home at least.
I kept trying to call Zayn but his phone was off at all times. It made me nervous so I had to call the rest. Each guy told me not to worry and that he’s okay; this made me sad because it seemed like he’s trying to avoid me, in some sort of way. But I didn’t want to be judgmental, it sort of felt like he was doing it to give each of us the space on our frozen relationship. That thought made me relax a little, but still I missed hearing his voice. I hope he’s figuring out everything like he promised. He left Milan in complete determination to solve the issue, and I have faith in his potential.
Zayn is a giver more than he is a taker, he never asks but provides to the extreme at all times. That is only one of the qualities that I adore about him, in general? He’s the full package of my desire, even his tiny flaws are like sprinkles over a tasty cake; I can’t resist him in any sort of matter.
…. At Heathrow’s Airport….
I’ve arrived safely, to what felt like an endless timing. Sure I was tired, but all I could think of is Zayn. I want to feel his touch, I want him to tell me that everything is perfectly fine, I need him to hold me in his arms and never let go. I missed his childish acts, his natural shyness, and how he makes the situation funny just to hide that pure feature of his.
Walking with Helen, and a bunch of security guards on our trail, was a little routine I got adapted to now. I was strolling my suitcase (http://www.polyvore.com/back_in_time/set?id=111285934&lid=3232549), and hurried as I got into the car; avoiding any paparazzi interference. I would lie and say this is relaxing, but no it isn’t trust me. People following you all over and trying to point a flashy device on your face; isn’t what I would say ‘Pleasant’.
…. Reaching the House ….
I called Emily as soon as I arrived, and told her to be here in the morning; so that she can take care of the house. I glanced from my window to search for any turned on light from across the street, but unfortunately it was dark as this evening. Is he sleeping this early? Or is he out somewhere? Ugh! I hate being like this, it makes me mushy and I just can’t control any feeling of worry or concern. I tried calling him again, but as usual; I was directed to the voice mail.
Even though I hated that fact, but the voice mail contained his voice; it somehow managed to make me a little happy to hear his voice. I changed my clothes to my sleepwear, and dived in my bed, praying that this will all end tomorrow, and I’ll finally see him again. I remember his words clearly, he told me to stop pushing him away by hiding from him; so why is he doing this to me now? My mind is so mixed up with different thoughts, and I can’t focus on anything anymore. I just want Zayn to be happy, even if that happiness estate didn’t include me in the picture.
His parents may force him to regain the engagement plan, and we would have to stop things; but I am positive they are not like that. As I can recall from the memories I had in Bradford, they were extremely humble and respectable to the highest rate. If I keep thinking more than I am right now, I won’t be able to sleep; therefore I won’t be able to see Zayn in the morning. I’m sounding like a little girl with her imaginary hopes right now, aren’t I? Why are you doing this to me Zayn? All I want is for you to show up and make me less tense than I already am…
Victoria’s POV:
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…. 1 Day Ahead….
Yesterday was proper work without any source of interaction at all. Why? Well because I am here on business, and that’s all; boring and exhausting. Helen has decided to postpone the concert to another month, since the album isn’t completed yet. As for recording my songs, her opinion was to finish the procedure at a studio in London. I didn’t mind at all, because this would make me go back home at least.
I kept trying to call Zayn but his phone was off at all times. It made me nervous so I had to call the rest. Each guy told me not to worry and that he’s okay; this made me sad because it seemed like he’s trying to avoid me, in some sort of way. But I didn’t want to be judgmental, it sort of felt like he was doing it to give each of us the space on our frozen relationship. That thought made me relax a little, but still I missed hearing his voice. I hope he’s figuring out everything like he promised. He left Milan in complete determination to solve the issue, and I have faith in his potential.
Zayn is a giver more than he is a taker, he never asks but provides to the extreme at all times. That is only one of the qualities that I adore about him, in general? He’s the full package of my desire, even his tiny flaws are like sprinkles over a tasty cake; I can’t resist him in any sort of matter.
…. At Heathrow’s Airport….
I’ve arrived safely, to what felt like an endless timing. Sure I was tired, but all I could think of is Zayn. I want to feel his touch, I want him to tell me that everything is perfectly fine, I need him to hold me in his arms and never let go. I missed his childish acts, his natural shyness, and how he makes the situation funny just to hide that pure feature of his.
Walking with Helen, and a bunch of security guards on our trail, was a little routine I got adapted to now. I was strolling my suitcase (http://www.polyvore.com/back_in_time/set?id=111285934&lid=3232549), and hurried as I got into the car; avoiding any paparazzi interference. I would lie and say this is relaxing, but no it isn’t trust me. People following you all over and trying to point a flashy device on your face; isn’t what I would say ‘Pleasant’.
…. Reaching the House ….
I called Emily as soon as I arrived, and told her to be here in the morning; so that she can take care of the house. I glanced from my window to search for any turned on light from across the street, but unfortunately it was dark as this evening. Is he sleeping this early? Or is he out somewhere? Ugh! I hate being like this, it makes me mushy and I just can’t control any feeling of worry or concern. I tried calling him again, but as usual; I was directed to the voice mail.
Even though I hated that fact, but the voice mail contained his voice; it somehow managed to make me a little happy to hear his voice. I changed my clothes to my sleepwear, and dived in my bed, praying that this will all end tomorrow, and I’ll finally see him again. I remember his words clearly, he told me to stop pushing him away by hiding from him; so why is he doing this to me now? My mind is so mixed up with different thoughts, and I can’t focus on anything anymore. I just want Zayn to be happy, even if that happiness estate didn’t include me in the picture.
His parents may force him to regain the engagement plan, and we would have to stop things; but I am positive they are not like that. As I can recall from the memories I had in Bradford, they were extremely humble and respectable to the highest rate. If I keep thinking more than I am right now, I won’t be able to sleep; therefore I won’t be able to see Zayn in the morning. I’m sounding like a little girl with her imaginary hopes right now, aren’t I? Why are you doing this to me Zayn? All I want is for you to show up and make me less tense than I already am…
Notes
I can see from here, that Victoria is reading something... What could that be? Let's find out by:
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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