Roses and Thorns
Waterfall. (34th Chapter)
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Janelle's POV:
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The wedding’s rehearsal dinner is located in a celebration hall, at the same hotel we all are staying in. The Plaza hotel is known for being a high ranked and well-serviced hotel, but I don’t think it was Zayn’s idea. Zayn is like me, we don’t care a lot about having the most expensive items, or being in a well known location, he’s so down to earth… always ready to compromise for the best quality and the lowest rate.
He’s intelligent; really I am not flattering him. He used to be the top of his class, and we had this little challenge between each other; since we both were the brains of our seperate batches. It’s funny how we used to argue endlessly, once we sat in the campus library. We used to test each other by how much we knew about a certain studied subject, and it would end up in a tickle fight.
But these will always stay as thoughts. Happy thoughts, just like the ones Peter Pan needed to be able to fly. As that fairytale is wrapped around imagination, I must admit I can relate to it. Zayn is my one and only happy thought, and without him I have no ability to fly my laughter, I have no ability to fly away from my depression. I must not cry, or else all of Zayn’s sisters' work will be gone.
They have worked so hard on my presentation for tonight, and I don’t plan on making my silly tears erase the face effort. I actually love how I look tonight, especially my hair. Doniya is so talented, I don’t know how but she managed to braid one lock of hair, all around the backside. It almost looks like a waterfall, but instead of H2O, there is silky long hair (http://www.polyvore.com/dark_diamond/set?id=117997217&lid=3453986).
Once the elevator rings, I step out of the slide doors, clonking my heels on the cream coloured marble. A security guard checks my name from his list, and then smiles when he learns that I am the bride’s relative. I thank him with a quick look, before walking in slowly to the wonderful hall. The entire room is sorted with round tables, as each of Perrie and Zayn’s family and friends, are resting on one (http://www.bellajbanquethall.com/images/gallery_1/banquet-hall-burbank-purple.jpg).
I notice everyone eyeing my appearance, but I don’t give it that much of a mind attention. I spot Zayn staring down on his knees, while everyone around his table is chatting; including Perrie. Zayn is suited in a charcoal-silver tuxedo, the colour clearly complimenting his Greek god’s looks.
I won’t lie, Perrie looks incredible in her lavender dress; she looks so perfect to even battle with. Suddenly, someone pats my bare shoulder from behind, making me turn around to face him/her. “(He jokes) I’m sorry, did you see a nerdy brunette by any chance? She’s really pretty, got wavy brown hair, and piercing blue eyes? If you do, then could you please tell her that I would love to escort her to the table?” I roll my eyes, allowing myself to blush a little. I don’t hesitate to hug him strongly, and he doesn’t either.
“I’ve missed you, silly.” I sigh with my words, and I feel Harry nod through my shoulder; where his head rests. “(We break the hug, and he claims) We arrived five hours ago. Me and the rest of the boys thought of ditching this dinner, but well we thought you’d be here.” He smirks in humour, as I slap his chest softly. “Stop being a flirt, Harold. Now, could you please walk me to the table, kind sir?” He laughs, as he clings his arm with mine, walking us to the table.
Once we reach I hug Niall and Louis, greeting them from their flight. I sit between Harry and Liam, as he gives me a little pat on the knee. “I’ve missed you all so much. Ask Liam, I am not the bride, and I don’t even have time to breathe. Let’s just hope for the best, yeah?” They all give me understanding nods, as we cling our glasses together.
“(She hisses behind me, whispering her words) You’re supposed to be sitting on our table, sis. Now, stand up and excuse yourself, so we could go back to the table where the family is seated in.” She smiles widely at the boys, but her plastic attitude could be smelled miles apart. None of these boys are mentally challenged, as they look at me in understanding. I hate being controlled, yet here I am being it and doing it.
Janelle's POV:
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The wedding’s rehearsal dinner is located in a celebration hall, at the same hotel we all are staying in. The Plaza hotel is known for being a high ranked and well-serviced hotel, but I don’t think it was Zayn’s idea. Zayn is like me, we don’t care a lot about having the most expensive items, or being in a well known location, he’s so down to earth… always ready to compromise for the best quality and the lowest rate.
He’s intelligent; really I am not flattering him. He used to be the top of his class, and we had this little challenge between each other; since we both were the brains of our seperate batches. It’s funny how we used to argue endlessly, once we sat in the campus library. We used to test each other by how much we knew about a certain studied subject, and it would end up in a tickle fight.
But these will always stay as thoughts. Happy thoughts, just like the ones Peter Pan needed to be able to fly. As that fairytale is wrapped around imagination, I must admit I can relate to it. Zayn is my one and only happy thought, and without him I have no ability to fly my laughter, I have no ability to fly away from my depression. I must not cry, or else all of Zayn’s sisters' work will be gone.
They have worked so hard on my presentation for tonight, and I don’t plan on making my silly tears erase the face effort. I actually love how I look tonight, especially my hair. Doniya is so talented, I don’t know how but she managed to braid one lock of hair, all around the backside. It almost looks like a waterfall, but instead of H2O, there is silky long hair (http://www.polyvore.com/dark_diamond/set?id=117997217&lid=3453986).
Once the elevator rings, I step out of the slide doors, clonking my heels on the cream coloured marble. A security guard checks my name from his list, and then smiles when he learns that I am the bride’s relative. I thank him with a quick look, before walking in slowly to the wonderful hall. The entire room is sorted with round tables, as each of Perrie and Zayn’s family and friends, are resting on one (http://www.bellajbanquethall.com/images/gallery_1/banquet-hall-burbank-purple.jpg).
I notice everyone eyeing my appearance, but I don’t give it that much of a mind attention. I spot Zayn staring down on his knees, while everyone around his table is chatting; including Perrie. Zayn is suited in a charcoal-silver tuxedo, the colour clearly complimenting his Greek god’s looks.
I won’t lie, Perrie looks incredible in her lavender dress; she looks so perfect to even battle with. Suddenly, someone pats my bare shoulder from behind, making me turn around to face him/her. “(He jokes) I’m sorry, did you see a nerdy brunette by any chance? She’s really pretty, got wavy brown hair, and piercing blue eyes? If you do, then could you please tell her that I would love to escort her to the table?” I roll my eyes, allowing myself to blush a little. I don’t hesitate to hug him strongly, and he doesn’t either.
“I’ve missed you, silly.” I sigh with my words, and I feel Harry nod through my shoulder; where his head rests. “(We break the hug, and he claims) We arrived five hours ago. Me and the rest of the boys thought of ditching this dinner, but well we thought you’d be here.” He smirks in humour, as I slap his chest softly. “Stop being a flirt, Harold. Now, could you please walk me to the table, kind sir?” He laughs, as he clings his arm with mine, walking us to the table.
Once we reach I hug Niall and Louis, greeting them from their flight. I sit between Harry and Liam, as he gives me a little pat on the knee. “I’ve missed you all so much. Ask Liam, I am not the bride, and I don’t even have time to breathe. Let’s just hope for the best, yeah?” They all give me understanding nods, as we cling our glasses together.
“(She hisses behind me, whispering her words) You’re supposed to be sitting on our table, sis. Now, stand up and excuse yourself, so we could go back to the table where the family is seated in.” She smiles widely at the boys, but her plastic attitude could be smelled miles apart. None of these boys are mentally challenged, as they look at me in understanding. I hate being controlled, yet here I am being it and doing it.
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