Prisoning Truth
Wicked! (14th Chapter)
… A Half Hour Later (At the Villa)…
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Giselle's POV:
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The men of the house have been stunned, from the moment that Harry and I stepped back. At least he gave me time to change into my own clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/stripe_out/set?id=130981373&lid=3808962), and to pack my stuff. In my perception, Harry’s image is beginning to change. From the way he reacted back at my apartment, to the way he portrayed his full patience during my packing process; it seems that he is starting to fulfil the promises he rejoiced.
Focusing on my positive side of people, the four youngsters have been silent. Even when they greeted me at the door, their hugs where stiff; since their emotions where jammed. I wouldn’t blame any of them, because the thought of Harry and I getting long together seems like an afterlife process.
“(He breaks free from the awkward silence, hissing) Why the hell did you bring her back here? She doesn’t belong between us! We helped her escape for her own sake of freedom, and all you manage to do is get her back forcefully? Could your brain be more damaged than it already is, Harry?” Zayn’s words previewed the worry and care that he shares with the rest, but at the same time a strange part of me didn’t like how he went ballistic over Harry.
“(He mocks) I didn’t force her to come back. I offered her protection, because she will be needing it from us. (He smiles cleverly) Also, I have a better idea where Giselle could help us out.” The boys and I turn our faces to look at Harry; confused at the second sentence he spoke.
“(He snaps) No fucking way, mate. She doesn’t need to get involved, and I won’t let you use her.” Once Louis finished his defendant reply, he draped his arm around my shoulder, grabbing me closer to him and farther from Harry. The green eyes owner glares at the affectionate scene that Louis and I are sharing, but he shakes his head to regain focus.
Harry replies instantly: “I’m not going to use her, chill your balls with an icepack Sherlock. (Louis’s lips form a straight line, as his arm tightens around my shoulders) Giselle is going to help us, and in return she will be helping herself. We will need her, and I will need her too… (He immediately corrects his words) I mean we will need her. She will be our insider, you know?”
Liam’s stunned face changes into thoughtful features, as he begins to scratch his beard. “Well, it would be a great idea, but its too risky mate. Giselle needs to know everything, since you’ve forced her to lock her apartment and move in. (Harry rolls his eyes, but keeps listening) I suggest we tell her. In fact, we split into groups. Half of us will stay here and telltale the whole situation, while the other half settles her in to one of the vacant rooms. Agreed?” They all mumble a ‘yes’ and ‘sure’ as Liam pipes: “Wicked! Now, who wants to tell Giselle the truth?” All of the boys share a quick look with each other, clearly disliking the idea of telling me the hidden reality.
What could be so highly important, that’s making them find their relief in avoiding to stay with me? Could they be in some sort of a drug dealing gang? Could they turn out to be not whom I see them as? So many questions to be answered, and the clock is ticking past midnight already. This has to be the most interesting hour that I have witnessed. I’ve always preferred keeping my secrets to myself, but in this case, I really am willing to do whatever it takes to find out what’s kept away from me.
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Giselle's POV:
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The men of the house have been stunned, from the moment that Harry and I stepped back. At least he gave me time to change into my own clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/stripe_out/set?id=130981373&lid=3808962), and to pack my stuff. In my perception, Harry’s image is beginning to change. From the way he reacted back at my apartment, to the way he portrayed his full patience during my packing process; it seems that he is starting to fulfil the promises he rejoiced.
Focusing on my positive side of people, the four youngsters have been silent. Even when they greeted me at the door, their hugs where stiff; since their emotions where jammed. I wouldn’t blame any of them, because the thought of Harry and I getting long together seems like an afterlife process.
“(He breaks free from the awkward silence, hissing) Why the hell did you bring her back here? She doesn’t belong between us! We helped her escape for her own sake of freedom, and all you manage to do is get her back forcefully? Could your brain be more damaged than it already is, Harry?” Zayn’s words previewed the worry and care that he shares with the rest, but at the same time a strange part of me didn’t like how he went ballistic over Harry.
“(He mocks) I didn’t force her to come back. I offered her protection, because she will be needing it from us. (He smiles cleverly) Also, I have a better idea where Giselle could help us out.” The boys and I turn our faces to look at Harry; confused at the second sentence he spoke.
“(He snaps) No fucking way, mate. She doesn’t need to get involved, and I won’t let you use her.” Once Louis finished his defendant reply, he draped his arm around my shoulder, grabbing me closer to him and farther from Harry. The green eyes owner glares at the affectionate scene that Louis and I are sharing, but he shakes his head to regain focus.
Harry replies instantly: “I’m not going to use her, chill your balls with an icepack Sherlock. (Louis’s lips form a straight line, as his arm tightens around my shoulders) Giselle is going to help us, and in return she will be helping herself. We will need her, and I will need her too… (He immediately corrects his words) I mean we will need her. She will be our insider, you know?”
Liam’s stunned face changes into thoughtful features, as he begins to scratch his beard. “Well, it would be a great idea, but its too risky mate. Giselle needs to know everything, since you’ve forced her to lock her apartment and move in. (Harry rolls his eyes, but keeps listening) I suggest we tell her. In fact, we split into groups. Half of us will stay here and telltale the whole situation, while the other half settles her in to one of the vacant rooms. Agreed?” They all mumble a ‘yes’ and ‘sure’ as Liam pipes: “Wicked! Now, who wants to tell Giselle the truth?” All of the boys share a quick look with each other, clearly disliking the idea of telling me the hidden reality.
What could be so highly important, that’s making them find their relief in avoiding to stay with me? Could they be in some sort of a drug dealing gang? Could they turn out to be not whom I see them as? So many questions to be answered, and the clock is ticking past midnight already. This has to be the most interesting hour that I have witnessed. I’ve always preferred keeping my secrets to myself, but in this case, I really am willing to do whatever it takes to find out what’s kept away from me.
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