Roses and Thorns
Final. (37th Chapter)
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Janelle's POV:
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“(I hiss as she moans out of pain) Don’t you ever tell me what to do anymore. I don’t even care about him, he’s all yours. It’s you who should control his urge, and not me. Now YOU go out there and put a smile, and leave me to live my life for once without your bossy torture…” I surprise myself with this extra confidence, clueless where of how it boosted out of nowhere. Perrie doesn’t say a word, as I walk out of the bathroom; leaving her there to try to cover the redness on her cheek.
I am not a violent person, but I slapped her for many reasons that kept accumulating in me. She took Zayn from me, that’s one. She kept controlling me and destroying any moment that I deserved a congratulation on. She makes a fool out of me, whenever we are in public. And last but not least, she thinks I’m her slave for some reason, like I owe her my life to serve her.
I can’t take this anymore, I have finally reached a point to use the cave society’s technique, so she could hop off of my back once and for all. I can’t keep battling with her, because she already took my shiny armor, and made him hers. I can’t fight for what is taken from me anymore; I don’t want to keep my battle mode on at all times. They are getting married in less than a week, while I’m still fighting for him. I can’t win, that’s the only conclusion.
Let the dance we shared together, be the final time I feel his touch, let this night be the farewell gesture to our untold love. Zayn will soon be a father, and he has his life to build with his new family. I’ve said it before, and I will repeat it again; its all my fault. If I didn’t allow him to show me the affection I needed from him, if I didn’t let my feelings flow over to him like his did to me, if I didn’t lose my physical innocence to him last night; nothing from what’s happening now would have existed.
I walk fast to the table, caring less if I seem to look tense, I really don’t want to answer or talk with anyone. “(I grab my purse, and whisper in his ear) I’m going upstairs. If anyone asks, just tell them I felt a little tired.” Liam nods, as he flashes a worried look on his face. He understands that I don’t want to talk about it, and for that he simply nods again.
“Are you alright?” Niall asks, as I turn my head to look at the other three gentlemen. Before I could throw my anger at them, Liam replies: “She’s tired, that’s all.” He sends them a look, which makes them all quiet down. I give them a quick wave, as I fire my heels on the ground to the outside.
Once I reach my suite, I slam the door with all of the adrenaline left in my system, freeing it with the anger from my body. I throw my purse on the bed, and slide of my heels. Once I throw my expensive shoes away, I walk to the veranda, still in my evening dress. I watch the moon in silence, while my thoughts scatter around my mind. I don’t want to say anything; I don’t want to think about anything.
This is the final goodbye for Zayn and I. Perrie and I have been fighting over him indirectly, like two girls arguing about a toy. But the only contrast is that I never saw him as a toy, he was my friend, my lover, and the only companion to my heart. I should take all the responsibility for my own actions and decisions. I was the one that left South Shields, leaving with it the only chance that Zayn and I could have had.
It doesn’t matter anymore… who am I kidding? It matters so much, but it is a lose-win situation. The winner takes it all, just like a card game. But this is no game, and he is no bet. I exchange my love for him as the bet, and now I am sure that I have lost the gamble between Perrie and I. Goodbye Zayn, goodbye happy memories, goodbye innocent love; it’s over forever…
Janelle's POV:
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“(I hiss as she moans out of pain) Don’t you ever tell me what to do anymore. I don’t even care about him, he’s all yours. It’s you who should control his urge, and not me. Now YOU go out there and put a smile, and leave me to live my life for once without your bossy torture…” I surprise myself with this extra confidence, clueless where of how it boosted out of nowhere. Perrie doesn’t say a word, as I walk out of the bathroom; leaving her there to try to cover the redness on her cheek.
I am not a violent person, but I slapped her for many reasons that kept accumulating in me. She took Zayn from me, that’s one. She kept controlling me and destroying any moment that I deserved a congratulation on. She makes a fool out of me, whenever we are in public. And last but not least, she thinks I’m her slave for some reason, like I owe her my life to serve her.
I can’t take this anymore, I have finally reached a point to use the cave society’s technique, so she could hop off of my back once and for all. I can’t keep battling with her, because she already took my shiny armor, and made him hers. I can’t fight for what is taken from me anymore; I don’t want to keep my battle mode on at all times. They are getting married in less than a week, while I’m still fighting for him. I can’t win, that’s the only conclusion.
Let the dance we shared together, be the final time I feel his touch, let this night be the farewell gesture to our untold love. Zayn will soon be a father, and he has his life to build with his new family. I’ve said it before, and I will repeat it again; its all my fault. If I didn’t allow him to show me the affection I needed from him, if I didn’t let my feelings flow over to him like his did to me, if I didn’t lose my physical innocence to him last night; nothing from what’s happening now would have existed.
I walk fast to the table, caring less if I seem to look tense, I really don’t want to answer or talk with anyone. “(I grab my purse, and whisper in his ear) I’m going upstairs. If anyone asks, just tell them I felt a little tired.” Liam nods, as he flashes a worried look on his face. He understands that I don’t want to talk about it, and for that he simply nods again.
“Are you alright?” Niall asks, as I turn my head to look at the other three gentlemen. Before I could throw my anger at them, Liam replies: “She’s tired, that’s all.” He sends them a look, which makes them all quiet down. I give them a quick wave, as I fire my heels on the ground to the outside.
Once I reach my suite, I slam the door with all of the adrenaline left in my system, freeing it with the anger from my body. I throw my purse on the bed, and slide of my heels. Once I throw my expensive shoes away, I walk to the veranda, still in my evening dress. I watch the moon in silence, while my thoughts scatter around my mind. I don’t want to say anything; I don’t want to think about anything.
This is the final goodbye for Zayn and I. Perrie and I have been fighting over him indirectly, like two girls arguing about a toy. But the only contrast is that I never saw him as a toy, he was my friend, my lover, and the only companion to my heart. I should take all the responsibility for my own actions and decisions. I was the one that left South Shields, leaving with it the only chance that Zayn and I could have had.
It doesn’t matter anymore… who am I kidding? It matters so much, but it is a lose-win situation. The winner takes it all, just like a card game. But this is no game, and he is no bet. I exchange my love for him as the bet, and now I am sure that I have lost the gamble between Perrie and I. Goodbye Zayn, goodbye happy memories, goodbye innocent love; it’s over forever…
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