Forbidden Love
Charming. (7th Chapter)
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Evelyn's POV:
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“I’m going to take you to my room. I have a first aid kit there, alright?” I nod to Harry’s instruction, while I let his words sink into my mind. How could he be this considerate, this sensitive, this caring; he was hard as metal with me yesterday? Thankfully, his room is downstairs; which is quite easier than to march up the stairs right now. He opens the door, walking me to his bed. I take a glance over his interior, gazing at the endless portraits hung on his wall.
The paintings hold a freshness of colour, striking out the pastel shades gloriously. “(He sits me down on the edge of the bed, while he crouches down on his knees) Do you mind?” His fingers point to the lace of my ankle heels, gesturing that he needs to remove the knot. “(I whisper) No, its alright I will do it. You don’t have to, Ha-…” He cuts me off while raising his hand up, as his right palm begins to untie my lace.
His soft fingers slide off my heel, as he grasps my left foot cautiously. I whimper like a little child, which makes him take his hand off; giving me a worried look. “Does it hurt when I put pressure?” I nod slowly, lifting my head up to push my painful tears back inside. “Well, there is no broken bone, but I’m sure its just a little swollen. I’ll apply on it some spray, and then I’ll wrap it up for you. (He gives me a sympathetic smile) Don’t worry, you’ll be fine by tomorrow I promise.”
I look at him, stunned by how his caring words burn my mother’s plan of deception. I could never hurt him, when he is trying to heal my pain. He opens a drawer from his nightstand, grabbing a box of medicated tools; shuffling through it until he grabs a can and a wrap.“(He warns in concern) It might hurt a little, just bare with me alright?” I bob my head, clutching the bed sheet with both my hands, prepared for the burning feeling.
“Ouwe!” I scream, once the droplets of the spray touch my skin, making Harry stop. “Evelyn, its just a little tingly feeling.” I roll my eyes, while he chuckles at my action. He next lifts my ankle, wrapping the stretchy cloth over it perfectly. His hands are artistic, even though he is just folding a cloth; they seem so amusing to my eyes. “There, all done.” I kneel down to pick up my shoe, wearing it slowly; carefully not to touch the cloth over the injured area.
“(I point to the walls scattered with paintings) Where did you get these?” He lifts himself up, and plops down beside me. “(He asks suspiciously) You like them?” I nod, and therefore his amazing smile glows with his response: “They’re mine. I’m studying art in Rome. Next year is my senior year, and I’ll graduate hopefully.” I wait no longer to reply: “You’re really talented, I’m sure you’ll graduate with flying colours. (I smile at him) Just like the pastels spread over the paintings, bright and cheery.”
All of a sudden, his mood changes; it’s as if my words were an insult to him in some sort of matter. His smile fades; his lips form a perfect straight line, as his eyes deviate away from me. “(He scowls) You should leave now. I have guests to be with.” I stand up, feeling as if the pure moment that we just shared, was torn apart with his negative attitude.
I limp my way out, leaving Harry in his room; along with his unexpected rudeness. I will never be able to understand this young man, his disgraceful attitude makes me want to follow my mother’s plan. I will never be able to end this struggle. Once I reach up the stairs in success, I hear his door being slammed, followed by his stomping footsteps. Maybe I was fooled into believing that he cared, and maybe not.
But all I know now, is that being friends with him isn’t going to be easy at all. But I have to, or else my mother and I will end up on the harsh streets of London. I won’t give up on my mother’s plan just yet; not until a miracle happens and changes my mind about this charming rebel. Did I just say charming? This is so wrong.
Evelyn's POV:
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“I’m going to take you to my room. I have a first aid kit there, alright?” I nod to Harry’s instruction, while I let his words sink into my mind. How could he be this considerate, this sensitive, this caring; he was hard as metal with me yesterday? Thankfully, his room is downstairs; which is quite easier than to march up the stairs right now. He opens the door, walking me to his bed. I take a glance over his interior, gazing at the endless portraits hung on his wall.
The paintings hold a freshness of colour, striking out the pastel shades gloriously. “(He sits me down on the edge of the bed, while he crouches down on his knees) Do you mind?” His fingers point to the lace of my ankle heels, gesturing that he needs to remove the knot. “(I whisper) No, its alright I will do it. You don’t have to, Ha-…” He cuts me off while raising his hand up, as his right palm begins to untie my lace.
His soft fingers slide off my heel, as he grasps my left foot cautiously. I whimper like a little child, which makes him take his hand off; giving me a worried look. “Does it hurt when I put pressure?” I nod slowly, lifting my head up to push my painful tears back inside. “Well, there is no broken bone, but I’m sure its just a little swollen. I’ll apply on it some spray, and then I’ll wrap it up for you. (He gives me a sympathetic smile) Don’t worry, you’ll be fine by tomorrow I promise.”
I look at him, stunned by how his caring words burn my mother’s plan of deception. I could never hurt him, when he is trying to heal my pain. He opens a drawer from his nightstand, grabbing a box of medicated tools; shuffling through it until he grabs a can and a wrap.“(He warns in concern) It might hurt a little, just bare with me alright?” I bob my head, clutching the bed sheet with both my hands, prepared for the burning feeling.
“Ouwe!” I scream, once the droplets of the spray touch my skin, making Harry stop. “Evelyn, its just a little tingly feeling.” I roll my eyes, while he chuckles at my action. He next lifts my ankle, wrapping the stretchy cloth over it perfectly. His hands are artistic, even though he is just folding a cloth; they seem so amusing to my eyes. “There, all done.” I kneel down to pick up my shoe, wearing it slowly; carefully not to touch the cloth over the injured area.
“(I point to the walls scattered with paintings) Where did you get these?” He lifts himself up, and plops down beside me. “(He asks suspiciously) You like them?” I nod, and therefore his amazing smile glows with his response: “They’re mine. I’m studying art in Rome. Next year is my senior year, and I’ll graduate hopefully.” I wait no longer to reply: “You’re really talented, I’m sure you’ll graduate with flying colours. (I smile at him) Just like the pastels spread over the paintings, bright and cheery.”
All of a sudden, his mood changes; it’s as if my words were an insult to him in some sort of matter. His smile fades; his lips form a perfect straight line, as his eyes deviate away from me. “(He scowls) You should leave now. I have guests to be with.” I stand up, feeling as if the pure moment that we just shared, was torn apart with his negative attitude.
I limp my way out, leaving Harry in his room; along with his unexpected rudeness. I will never be able to understand this young man, his disgraceful attitude makes me want to follow my mother’s plan. I will never be able to end this struggle. Once I reach up the stairs in success, I hear his door being slammed, followed by his stomping footsteps. Maybe I was fooled into believing that he cared, and maybe not.
But all I know now, is that being friends with him isn’t going to be easy at all. But I have to, or else my mother and I will end up on the harsh streets of London. I won’t give up on my mother’s plan just yet; not until a miracle happens and changes my mind about this charming rebel. Did I just say charming? This is so wrong.
Notes
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3/29/15