Roses and Thorns
Diamond. (31st Chapter)
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Janelle's POV:
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Once I open the door of my hotel room, I gasp in utter shock. Let me paint you the exact picture that I am seeing: White-flower petals are drizzled all over the pure marble ground. The bed is incredibly huge, containing more flower petals, which are arranged in a shape of a perfect heart. The curtains are dancing softly, since the veranda door is widely opened. The fireplace is lid on, as the flames are waving in complete silence.
The flames seem harmless, since the affect of the atmosphere is perfectly delicate; rich in romance. I walk slowly to the veranda, as I stair at the remarkable view. The view that every love-struck person would die to have. The Eiffel tower is the unique artefact that's perfectly shining through the other French construction, as its lights make it glow like a tower of a heavenly construct.
I am not sad, not even a single bit, but a tear manages to slide down from my left eye. I smile as I feel it on my skin, drawing a path line that reaches to my now-showing dimples. Yes, I am smiling and tearing; why? Because this is how I always imagined the life with Zayn would be. Yes we would argue, yes we would drive each other insane, but all of the arguments and the madness are the result of caring about each other, and wanting only the best for one another.
I don’t have a doubt that he loves me, but at the same time; I never used to think that he cared about me this much. He is trying to make me happy, and here I am just blabbering about his perfection scales that match to my precise needs. In a different case scenario, if I have met another guy that did this much for me; I won’t be this happy… because it isn’t Zayn.
“Did I do something wrong?” His voice makes me leap backwards, leaning my hands on the metal-fence bars. “You scared me!” I swat his arm softly, but his eyes are still filled with worry of displeasuring me. “Why are you tearing?” He coos as his hands land on my waistline. I follow his movement, tangling my arms around his soft neck.
“You give me all of this, and you dare to ask me why am I crying? (I now whisper) I love you, that’s why… I just wish that they would invent a new phrase, just so I can tell you how much I care about you, how much I adore every single flaw in you... your flaws are my perfection, so what do you think your good qualities are for me?” He blushes so hard, playing dumb by his answer: “The opposite?” I shake my head, still smiling at his face. “They are more powerful than any diamond. Nothing could scratch them, and that’s one of the reasons that I love you for.”
I expect him to reply, but what he does is astonishing. He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through the inside, and then places me gently on the bed. He kisses me stronger than ever, making me sense how much passion he has for me. "(He speaks through the kiss) Shall I turn the lights off?” I depart our hungry kiss, and shake my head. “I want to see you… all of you.” With my words spoken, he starts to undress, tossing his clothes all over the area. He keeps his underwear on, and gives me a little smirk.
“Do you want me to undress you, baby?” I laugh as he hovers over me again, lifting my hands up with his. This is the first, and sadly the last time, that Zayn and I get to make love to each other. I trace my hand over his bare chest, as he unzips my skinny jeans. “(He groans) Stop teasing.” I blush lightly as we share this evening of French romance.
Just like the novels have written through history, Paris is the city of love, and love is what Zayn and I share. I promise myself that I will never stop loving him, no matter how much it hurts to see him taken away, no matter how far his future is from mine…
Janelle's POV:
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Once I open the door of my hotel room, I gasp in utter shock. Let me paint you the exact picture that I am seeing: White-flower petals are drizzled all over the pure marble ground. The bed is incredibly huge, containing more flower petals, which are arranged in a shape of a perfect heart. The curtains are dancing softly, since the veranda door is widely opened. The fireplace is lid on, as the flames are waving in complete silence.
The flames seem harmless, since the affect of the atmosphere is perfectly delicate; rich in romance. I walk slowly to the veranda, as I stair at the remarkable view. The view that every love-struck person would die to have. The Eiffel tower is the unique artefact that's perfectly shining through the other French construction, as its lights make it glow like a tower of a heavenly construct.
I am not sad, not even a single bit, but a tear manages to slide down from my left eye. I smile as I feel it on my skin, drawing a path line that reaches to my now-showing dimples. Yes, I am smiling and tearing; why? Because this is how I always imagined the life with Zayn would be. Yes we would argue, yes we would drive each other insane, but all of the arguments and the madness are the result of caring about each other, and wanting only the best for one another.
I don’t have a doubt that he loves me, but at the same time; I never used to think that he cared about me this much. He is trying to make me happy, and here I am just blabbering about his perfection scales that match to my precise needs. In a different case scenario, if I have met another guy that did this much for me; I won’t be this happy… because it isn’t Zayn.
“Did I do something wrong?” His voice makes me leap backwards, leaning my hands on the metal-fence bars. “You scared me!” I swat his arm softly, but his eyes are still filled with worry of displeasuring me. “Why are you tearing?” He coos as his hands land on my waistline. I follow his movement, tangling my arms around his soft neck.
“You give me all of this, and you dare to ask me why am I crying? (I now whisper) I love you, that’s why… I just wish that they would invent a new phrase, just so I can tell you how much I care about you, how much I adore every single flaw in you... your flaws are my perfection, so what do you think your good qualities are for me?” He blushes so hard, playing dumb by his answer: “The opposite?” I shake my head, still smiling at his face. “They are more powerful than any diamond. Nothing could scratch them, and that’s one of the reasons that I love you for.”
I expect him to reply, but what he does is astonishing. He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me through the inside, and then places me gently on the bed. He kisses me stronger than ever, making me sense how much passion he has for me. "(He speaks through the kiss) Shall I turn the lights off?” I depart our hungry kiss, and shake my head. “I want to see you… all of you.” With my words spoken, he starts to undress, tossing his clothes all over the area. He keeps his underwear on, and gives me a little smirk.
“Do you want me to undress you, baby?” I laugh as he hovers over me again, lifting my hands up with his. This is the first, and sadly the last time, that Zayn and I get to make love to each other. I trace my hand over his bare chest, as he unzips my skinny jeans. “(He groans) Stop teasing.” I blush lightly as we share this evening of French romance.
Just like the novels have written through history, Paris is the city of love, and love is what Zayn and I share. I promise myself that I will never stop loving him, no matter how much it hurts to see him taken away, no matter how far his future is from mine…
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