Forbidden Love
Fatigue Breath. (14th Chapter)
…The Next Day (At Noon)…
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Evelyn's POV:
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I sit down in the living room, messaging my mother on my mobile device. After the situation with Harry, last night; I was feeling depressed and unwanted. I never felt ashamed of myself, or even treated as an outcaste. My mother left me an envelope in my drawer, which contained the legal paper that denies Harry from his father’s inheritance. I don’t think befriending Harry is going to be easy at all, not after what happened last night.
But in some how, I feel that I deserve this; because my mother’s plan holds a great amount of bad intention towards him. After all, I am the one that is taking the lead and making it practical, which includes me with this karma dilemma. “Are you busy?” I close my phone, once Harry’s voice rings through my ears. I shift awkwardly on the living room’s couch, shaking my head as an answer.
He walks slowly, and sits beside me, which makes me move farther; crossing one leg over the other (http://www.polyvore.com/classical_bow/set?id=128435446&lid=3755600). “Are you feeling alright?” He asks in a low tone, noticing how I backed away in my seating position. “(I snap absentmindedly) No, actually I am not.” He sighs, knowing the reason behind my tone. “Evelyn I didn’t mean to command you to stay in the lobby, yesterday. I just… I didn’t want to uh…”
His unfinished words, make my head turn and stare at him; noticing how hard it is for him to tell me. “(I whisper in sadness) You’re ashamed of me, that’s it right? I get it Harry, you don’t have to explain.” He shakes his head, denying my predictions; while I stand up and leave him sitting alone. I hear his footsteps follow my heels, which makes me quicken my strides to the outside. I walk faster once he begins to call my name, moving to the tennis court area in the outdoors.
In a matter of seconds only, two hands grab me from my waistline, causing me to stop moving instantly. I turn around, noticing the same angry-young man in front of me, huffing his fatigue breath like a raging bull. “(I warn, pushing his hands out of my waist) Get you’re hands off of me right now!” He screams unexpectedly, making me quiet down: “NO! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME, BECAUSE YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY WITH YOUR REASONING!”
I squirm backwards, trying to make his hands drop from my waist; but it was never successful. “(He speaks loudly, yet a little calm) Will you desist already?” I freeze, disabling my vibrating attempt to loosen his hands from my hold. “(He speaks quickly) Haven’t you noticed how Louis was trying to hit on you yesterday? He was practically undressing you with his eyes! You thought he's being nice didn't you?! God, your so naive! I don’t like that at all” I scoff angrily, pushing his buttons over the limit: “And why not?! Its not like you care!”
He shuts me up, with the most unexpected action ever. His lips slam my own, kissing me like there was not a day left for the both of our lives. The mixture of his moist lips, and the harsh action; makes my stomach twist and churn like a medieval butter maker. He departs his lips from mine, placing his forehead over mine. “(He whispers, breathing heavily with his eyes closed) Now, do you know why?”
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Evelyn's POV:
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I sit down in the living room, messaging my mother on my mobile device. After the situation with Harry, last night; I was feeling depressed and unwanted. I never felt ashamed of myself, or even treated as an outcaste. My mother left me an envelope in my drawer, which contained the legal paper that denies Harry from his father’s inheritance. I don’t think befriending Harry is going to be easy at all, not after what happened last night.
But in some how, I feel that I deserve this; because my mother’s plan holds a great amount of bad intention towards him. After all, I am the one that is taking the lead and making it practical, which includes me with this karma dilemma. “Are you busy?” I close my phone, once Harry’s voice rings through my ears. I shift awkwardly on the living room’s couch, shaking my head as an answer.
He walks slowly, and sits beside me, which makes me move farther; crossing one leg over the other (http://www.polyvore.com/classical_bow/set?id=128435446&lid=3755600). “Are you feeling alright?” He asks in a low tone, noticing how I backed away in my seating position. “(I snap absentmindedly) No, actually I am not.” He sighs, knowing the reason behind my tone. “Evelyn I didn’t mean to command you to stay in the lobby, yesterday. I just… I didn’t want to uh…”
His unfinished words, make my head turn and stare at him; noticing how hard it is for him to tell me. “(I whisper in sadness) You’re ashamed of me, that’s it right? I get it Harry, you don’t have to explain.” He shakes his head, denying my predictions; while I stand up and leave him sitting alone. I hear his footsteps follow my heels, which makes me quicken my strides to the outside. I walk faster once he begins to call my name, moving to the tennis court area in the outdoors.
In a matter of seconds only, two hands grab me from my waistline, causing me to stop moving instantly. I turn around, noticing the same angry-young man in front of me, huffing his fatigue breath like a raging bull. “(I warn, pushing his hands out of my waist) Get you’re hands off of me right now!” He screams unexpectedly, making me quiet down: “NO! YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME, BECAUSE YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY WITH YOUR REASONING!”
I squirm backwards, trying to make his hands drop from my waist; but it was never successful. “(He speaks loudly, yet a little calm) Will you desist already?” I freeze, disabling my vibrating attempt to loosen his hands from my hold. “(He speaks quickly) Haven’t you noticed how Louis was trying to hit on you yesterday? He was practically undressing you with his eyes! You thought he's being nice didn't you?! God, your so naive! I don’t like that at all” I scoff angrily, pushing his buttons over the limit: “And why not?! Its not like you care!”
He shuts me up, with the most unexpected action ever. His lips slam my own, kissing me like there was not a day left for the both of our lives. The mixture of his moist lips, and the harsh action; makes my stomach twist and churn like a medieval butter maker. He departs his lips from mine, placing his forehead over mine. “(He whispers, breathing heavily with his eyes closed) Now, do you know why?”
Notes
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3/29/15