Roses and Thorns
Oh Elle. (11th Chapter)
…A Week Later…
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Janelle's POV:
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It has been hectic; no it has been chaotic the past week. Every single day I would be outside, shopping and giving my opinion about makeup, dresses, accessories you name it. Zayn’s mother insisted I must join, since for one I am the maid of honour, and secondly because I am Perrie’s stepsister. Obviously, my stepmother and Zayn’s three sisters were with us every day.
It became tiring to sum up all of the arranged details, since the wedding is nearer than anyone expected. If you were there with us, you’d probably find me with Doniya, Waliyha and Safaa at all times. We would be trying on different dresses, and exchanging laughs on the hideous choices. I haven’t seen Zayn a lot lately, since I didn’t have any male presence in the past week.
Today, unlike the past days, is the time I rest in my room. I took a shower in the late morning, and took the liberty of unpacking some of my clothes. While I placed the last hanger in the closet, a light knock was vibrated on my door. I clonk my heels to the door, as my eyes widen at his presence. He smiles at me, and waits no longer to place his arms around me (http://www.polyvore.com/casual_cutey/set?id=117245683&lid=3453986).
“I hate you for being the made of honour. Now I never have time to catch up with you.” He speaks in a childish tone, and I giggle lightly. “I’ve been busy with your missus and the women of your family. Don’t go blaming me for being out of your sight, Mr.” I poke his chest softly and he chuckles at my joking words. “I know. (He smiles at what he speaks next) I got you something.” I laugh at his positive expression, as he allows himself to hold my hand in his.
I didn’t snap my hand back, because it has already melted into his own soft pair. It means nothing to him, but to me it draws new scenes to my love imagination with him. He glides us down the stairs in a hurry, and I can’t help my face to stop the smiling expression.
He is the only one that made me smile this much, he is the only person that my heart beats a hundred times faster when he’s around, he is simply called, Zayn. He guides me, unexpectedly, to the kitchen and he seems to enjoy my anxiousness. He slides the door of the freezer open, and takes out a purple rapper. "(I gasp) You didn’t!” He grins at me, handing me the ice cream that only him and I liked.
The ice cream is a mixture of a marshmallow and chocolate cream blend; apparently everyone we knew thought it was to sweet, but not us. He hands me mine, and takes one out for his sake. “It’s like nothing changed, you know?” I ask him as I enjoy my first lick, and he nods while smiling at me. “(My tone is set to a joking matter) Stop staring! I can’t eat it with your eyes on me. Freak boy!” I scoff in a whiney matter, and it only makes his adorable laugh higher (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpVAtXmXMIE).
“Oh Elle, you’re always so clumsy. Look what you have done (He stares at my face, and I blush at the truth words) Here, I got it.” His mellow thumb brushes along the skin near to my lips, wiping the smudge of chocolate. He doesn’t remove his finger yet, but he keeps brushing it along my cheek. “Zayn I-…” Good moments never last do they? Just as I was about to express my feelings about how much I care for him, as a friend, A wave of blonde hair pops into the kitchen door.
“There you are! I thought you left, baby.” The word ‘baby’ made my entire body fire in anger, almost melting the ice cream stick in my hand. Zayn snaps his thumb from my skin, making it look like touching me was a sin. I guess these moments will never happen after a ring is placed on her skinny-cold fingers…
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Janelle's POV:
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It has been hectic; no it has been chaotic the past week. Every single day I would be outside, shopping and giving my opinion about makeup, dresses, accessories you name it. Zayn’s mother insisted I must join, since for one I am the maid of honour, and secondly because I am Perrie’s stepsister. Obviously, my stepmother and Zayn’s three sisters were with us every day.
It became tiring to sum up all of the arranged details, since the wedding is nearer than anyone expected. If you were there with us, you’d probably find me with Doniya, Waliyha and Safaa at all times. We would be trying on different dresses, and exchanging laughs on the hideous choices. I haven’t seen Zayn a lot lately, since I didn’t have any male presence in the past week.
Today, unlike the past days, is the time I rest in my room. I took a shower in the late morning, and took the liberty of unpacking some of my clothes. While I placed the last hanger in the closet, a light knock was vibrated on my door. I clonk my heels to the door, as my eyes widen at his presence. He smiles at me, and waits no longer to place his arms around me (http://www.polyvore.com/casual_cutey/set?id=117245683&lid=3453986).
“I hate you for being the made of honour. Now I never have time to catch up with you.” He speaks in a childish tone, and I giggle lightly. “I’ve been busy with your missus and the women of your family. Don’t go blaming me for being out of your sight, Mr.” I poke his chest softly and he chuckles at my joking words. “I know. (He smiles at what he speaks next) I got you something.” I laugh at his positive expression, as he allows himself to hold my hand in his.
I didn’t snap my hand back, because it has already melted into his own soft pair. It means nothing to him, but to me it draws new scenes to my love imagination with him. He glides us down the stairs in a hurry, and I can’t help my face to stop the smiling expression.
He is the only one that made me smile this much, he is the only person that my heart beats a hundred times faster when he’s around, he is simply called, Zayn. He guides me, unexpectedly, to the kitchen and he seems to enjoy my anxiousness. He slides the door of the freezer open, and takes out a purple rapper. "(I gasp) You didn’t!” He grins at me, handing me the ice cream that only him and I liked.
The ice cream is a mixture of a marshmallow and chocolate cream blend; apparently everyone we knew thought it was to sweet, but not us. He hands me mine, and takes one out for his sake. “It’s like nothing changed, you know?” I ask him as I enjoy my first lick, and he nods while smiling at me. “(My tone is set to a joking matter) Stop staring! I can’t eat it with your eyes on me. Freak boy!” I scoff in a whiney matter, and it only makes his adorable laugh higher (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpVAtXmXMIE).
“Oh Elle, you’re always so clumsy. Look what you have done (He stares at my face, and I blush at the truth words) Here, I got it.” His mellow thumb brushes along the skin near to my lips, wiping the smudge of chocolate. He doesn’t remove his finger yet, but he keeps brushing it along my cheek. “Zayn I-…” Good moments never last do they? Just as I was about to express my feelings about how much I care for him, as a friend, A wave of blonde hair pops into the kitchen door.
“There you are! I thought you left, baby.” The word ‘baby’ made my entire body fire in anger, almost melting the ice cream stick in my hand. Zayn snaps his thumb from my skin, making it look like touching me was a sin. I guess these moments will never happen after a ring is placed on her skinny-cold fingers…
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