Roses and Thorns
Broken Waltz. (13th Chapter)
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Janelle's POV:
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Once I glide down the stairs, I breathe to relieve the shock I received from Zayn’s words. “Hey.” Zayn greets me as my eyes notice him sitting closely to Perrie, so close that I wish I had a knife to slice them apart. I should be the one crawled in his arms, I should be the one sniffing his cinnamon sent, I should be the one that he only cares about; but I’m not. Once I sit on the couch facing the yet-to-be- married couple, the blonde vixen speaks: “We need to be at the studio tomorrow. We all need to learn the broken waltz for the wedding.”
Broken waltz? Studio? “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch up with that. What studio and what’s exactly broken again?” I sounded like a complete airhead, but really I didn’t understand anything. “(She groans, fixing her eyes on me) The dance studio, silly girl. We need to practice a dance routine, which we will preform at the wedding. Mum insisted that the best man and the maid of honour should be in it as well.”
I can’t help myself from laughing hysterically, instead of replying sanely. “You can’t be serious. Zayn doesn’t even know how to dance.” I point at Zayn, and I notice how his smile grows, once I state how much I know about him.“True, but he promised and that’s what is going to happen. Right, baby?” She slides her dirty finger on his jawline and I swear that if my eyes concentrated on her finger, it would snap.
“It’s your big day.” He simply states, but deep down I know that he would never put himself in such situation, unless he was forced with no other option but to agree. “Whatever. A broken vase it is.” Perrie darts her eyes at me in annoyance and spits: “A broken waltz.” She corrects me like a military sergeant’s command, and I shake my head caring less for this. She said that both, the maid of honour and the best man would be included, which means… Liam? Oh thank god I won’t be suffering so much if he’s around. This sure will be something tomorrow.
…The Next Day…
“No, no, no! I said you needed to be in a skirt.” Perrie whines at my outfit, and I breathe to calm myself from slapping her. “Fine. Get out so I could change.” She simply leaves, and I fetch a hanged outfit consisting of a skirt. I don’t get why she is taking this so seriously, I mean it’s a simply dance practice. I know that every girl turns to a bridezilla on her wedding preparations, but seriously she must stop commanding my path of choice. I slide on my jacket, (http://www.polyvore.com/seductive_class/set?id=117240969&lid=3453986), and leave my room once I am done.
I am met by that adorable smile that I enjoy seeing, once I reach the last stair. I wait no longer to hug Liam, as his eyes scan my appearance.“You look lovely.” He compliments, and I roll my eyes in a funny matter. “Where’s Perrie and Zayn?” I ask him in wonder, since the two of them don’t seem to be here. “They left when you took time to change. (He smiles) It’s alright I can drive us there.” I nod at him in appreciation as we leave the house.
During the car ride, Liam and I joked in irony about this whole dance practice. One of the things that I admire about my dear friend, is that he agrees to the standards I follow. “This is going to be a disaster.” I speak in sarcasm, and his laugh increases in the car; hell practice here we come.
Janelle's POV:
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Once I glide down the stairs, I breathe to relieve the shock I received from Zayn’s words. “Hey.” Zayn greets me as my eyes notice him sitting closely to Perrie, so close that I wish I had a knife to slice them apart. I should be the one crawled in his arms, I should be the one sniffing his cinnamon sent, I should be the one that he only cares about; but I’m not. Once I sit on the couch facing the yet-to-be- married couple, the blonde vixen speaks: “We need to be at the studio tomorrow. We all need to learn the broken waltz for the wedding.”
Broken waltz? Studio? “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch up with that. What studio and what’s exactly broken again?” I sounded like a complete airhead, but really I didn’t understand anything. “(She groans, fixing her eyes on me) The dance studio, silly girl. We need to practice a dance routine, which we will preform at the wedding. Mum insisted that the best man and the maid of honour should be in it as well.”
I can’t help myself from laughing hysterically, instead of replying sanely. “You can’t be serious. Zayn doesn’t even know how to dance.” I point at Zayn, and I notice how his smile grows, once I state how much I know about him.“True, but he promised and that’s what is going to happen. Right, baby?” She slides her dirty finger on his jawline and I swear that if my eyes concentrated on her finger, it would snap.
“It’s your big day.” He simply states, but deep down I know that he would never put himself in such situation, unless he was forced with no other option but to agree. “Whatever. A broken vase it is.” Perrie darts her eyes at me in annoyance and spits: “A broken waltz.” She corrects me like a military sergeant’s command, and I shake my head caring less for this. She said that both, the maid of honour and the best man would be included, which means… Liam? Oh thank god I won’t be suffering so much if he’s around. This sure will be something tomorrow.
…The Next Day…
“No, no, no! I said you needed to be in a skirt.” Perrie whines at my outfit, and I breathe to calm myself from slapping her. “Fine. Get out so I could change.” She simply leaves, and I fetch a hanged outfit consisting of a skirt. I don’t get why she is taking this so seriously, I mean it’s a simply dance practice. I know that every girl turns to a bridezilla on her wedding preparations, but seriously she must stop commanding my path of choice. I slide on my jacket, (http://www.polyvore.com/seductive_class/set?id=117240969&lid=3453986), and leave my room once I am done.
I am met by that adorable smile that I enjoy seeing, once I reach the last stair. I wait no longer to hug Liam, as his eyes scan my appearance.“You look lovely.” He compliments, and I roll my eyes in a funny matter. “Where’s Perrie and Zayn?” I ask him in wonder, since the two of them don’t seem to be here. “They left when you took time to change. (He smiles) It’s alright I can drive us there.” I nod at him in appreciation as we leave the house.
During the car ride, Liam and I joked in irony about this whole dance practice. One of the things that I admire about my dear friend, is that he agrees to the standards I follow. “This is going to be a disaster.” I speak in sarcasm, and his laugh increases in the car; hell practice here we come.
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11/22/14