Prisoning Truth
Brainy. (16th Chapter)
…At the Supermarket…
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Giselle's POV:
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There are so many questions roaming my mind, but due to my fear of asking; I keep quiet. I want to know more about Harry and the guys, I want to dive into their personal backgrounds and grasp a hold of their memories. But, what if Harry snaps at me? What if my questioning thoughts turn him back to the monster I dislike? Will he keep calm, and prove my predictions wrong?
“What are you thinking about?” I snap out of my daze, hearing his voice ringing in my ear. I shake my head at myself, forming a light smile to assure him I’m fine. “Harry? (He nods for me to go on, as he strolls the cart) Do you mind if I asked something?” His features represent a slight concern, but he bobs his head for me to go for it anyway.
“Forgive me if I’m nosy, but… Don’t you have fathers? What I mean to say is, none of you mentioned anything about the male members of your family. I’m just a little curious that’s all.” He throws some frozen boxes of hamburgers and pizza, as a soft sigh exhales from his lips.
“Its funny that you asked. Zayn and Liam’s dads have passed away, and as for the rest of us; they aren’t with us. (he clears his throat nervously) Louis, Niall and I share a divorce in common, that’s all. Even when Niall and Louis tried to convince their fathers to help us out, they didn’t seem to like the idea of risking their new life and new families. I suppose you could say that they were neglected.” I nod sadly, while I look at my shoes. “(I whisper) Why haven’t you tried to talk to yours?”
His fists turn white at the massive grip of the stroll bar, his jaw forms a sharp cut, and his eyes gleam at my question.“(He hisses) Drop the subject, or shut up Giselle.” I mutter a curse under my breath, swearing at myself for making him upset. I am beginning to feel concerned and worried for his sake. The reason behind this, which I never expected, is that a formation of a caring feeling is growing towards him.
This care is also mutual to the rest of my male figures, but it’s a tad higher for Harry. To change the subject, I glance at the stuffed cart, breathing in depression.“(He groans in annoyance) What’s the matter now, nosy?” I lift one eyebrow up, at the new reference; first it was doll face and now it’s nosy. They keep getting better don’t they? “(I point at the frozen products) These are all unhealthy. “ He replies with a scoff: “That’s all what we could manage to cook.”
His response triggered an idea in my mind, easing out the rest of the questioning war. “Are you forgetting something?” I ask him, as I point my index finger at myself. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, making me giggle lightly. “I’m living with you, now. Which implies you have a female hand in your household, which means I won’t agree on all of these deadly food, which means-…”
He cuts me off, chuckling his reply: “Which means you’ll shut up and tell me what you’re offering brainy.” I laugh at his goofy cackle, watching a new feature in him that’s close to a miracle. The way his hidden dimples pop on each side, the way his white pearls form perfectly in alignment, the way his deep voice changes to a childish tone; its by all means breathtaking.
“(I maintain my smile) I’d better cook for all of you, instead of eating junk pies and frozen meat rolls.” He surprises me with his next movement, as his hand tucks a wavy strand behind my ear. His face leans closer to mine, while his breath fans my face with a cinnamon scent.“Agreed.” He pulls his hand to shake mine like a professional, making me laugh lightly and accepting it.
The sensation that I get when his skin touches mine is indescribable. Its firm and soft, just like the two different personalities that he portrays. Why am I describing him so much? If only I knew the answer, but what I know now that he’s crossing over to my good side.
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Giselle's POV:
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There are so many questions roaming my mind, but due to my fear of asking; I keep quiet. I want to know more about Harry and the guys, I want to dive into their personal backgrounds and grasp a hold of their memories. But, what if Harry snaps at me? What if my questioning thoughts turn him back to the monster I dislike? Will he keep calm, and prove my predictions wrong?
“What are you thinking about?” I snap out of my daze, hearing his voice ringing in my ear. I shake my head at myself, forming a light smile to assure him I’m fine. “Harry? (He nods for me to go on, as he strolls the cart) Do you mind if I asked something?” His features represent a slight concern, but he bobs his head for me to go for it anyway.
“Forgive me if I’m nosy, but… Don’t you have fathers? What I mean to say is, none of you mentioned anything about the male members of your family. I’m just a little curious that’s all.” He throws some frozen boxes of hamburgers and pizza, as a soft sigh exhales from his lips.
“Its funny that you asked. Zayn and Liam’s dads have passed away, and as for the rest of us; they aren’t with us. (he clears his throat nervously) Louis, Niall and I share a divorce in common, that’s all. Even when Niall and Louis tried to convince their fathers to help us out, they didn’t seem to like the idea of risking their new life and new families. I suppose you could say that they were neglected.” I nod sadly, while I look at my shoes. “(I whisper) Why haven’t you tried to talk to yours?”
His fists turn white at the massive grip of the stroll bar, his jaw forms a sharp cut, and his eyes gleam at my question.“(He hisses) Drop the subject, or shut up Giselle.” I mutter a curse under my breath, swearing at myself for making him upset. I am beginning to feel concerned and worried for his sake. The reason behind this, which I never expected, is that a formation of a caring feeling is growing towards him.
This care is also mutual to the rest of my male figures, but it’s a tad higher for Harry. To change the subject, I glance at the stuffed cart, breathing in depression.“(He groans in annoyance) What’s the matter now, nosy?” I lift one eyebrow up, at the new reference; first it was doll face and now it’s nosy. They keep getting better don’t they? “(I point at the frozen products) These are all unhealthy. “ He replies with a scoff: “That’s all what we could manage to cook.”
His response triggered an idea in my mind, easing out the rest of the questioning war. “Are you forgetting something?” I ask him, as I point my index finger at myself. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, making me giggle lightly. “I’m living with you, now. Which implies you have a female hand in your household, which means I won’t agree on all of these deadly food, which means-…”
He cuts me off, chuckling his reply: “Which means you’ll shut up and tell me what you’re offering brainy.” I laugh at his goofy cackle, watching a new feature in him that’s close to a miracle. The way his hidden dimples pop on each side, the way his white pearls form perfectly in alignment, the way his deep voice changes to a childish tone; its by all means breathtaking.
“(I maintain my smile) I’d better cook for all of you, instead of eating junk pies and frozen meat rolls.” He surprises me with his next movement, as his hand tucks a wavy strand behind my ear. His face leans closer to mine, while his breath fans my face with a cinnamon scent.“Agreed.” He pulls his hand to shake mine like a professional, making me laugh lightly and accepting it.
The sensation that I get when his skin touches mine is indescribable. Its firm and soft, just like the two different personalities that he portrays. Why am I describing him so much? If only I knew the answer, but what I know now that he’s crossing over to my good side.
Notes
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