Prisoning Truth
Give It. (19th Chapter)
…The Next Day…
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Giselle's POV:
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I have always enjoyed the time, when I would be able to sit alone. My mind would grow, my knowledge would thicken, and my horizon would widen at the decisions I took in my life. I would laugh at some memories, and I would sadden at others; but I would always pull myself up after any certain downfall. The reason why I am thinking of my isolation moments, is simply because I am lacking its existence right now.
People might think that I am deranged, because right now; I am all by myself in this huge villa. They men of the house have left from sunrise, leaving me here to have the quality time that I always yarn for. But as strange and bizarre as it may sound, I am not comfortable with being alone anymore.
These five males have showed me the relevance of communication, they have granted me the sensation of being social. Each one of them, expressed to me how important it is for a person to talk with someone, how legitimate it is for a person to express their feelings and opinions with others. This is what caused my bubble to burst, and allow me to speak what’s on my mind with no hesitation or deprivation.
I miss their presence around the house, and all I could manage right now; is enjoy one of my secret-entertaining habits. I thank the lord a billion times, for filling the shelves with a variety of books. I have been drowning myself with a love novel; it is more of a tragedy but in a positive presentation. I never was a fan of love stories, simply because they all are close to each other; but the one I’m reading is quite captivating to be honest.
I stand up from the racking chair in the study room (http://www.polyvore.com/favourite_mixture/set?id=131328500&lid=3808962), closing the book in my hand and mentally reminding myself which page number I paused on. The study room is stuffed with PCs and Laptops, but I didn’t dare to use anything of them. I wouldn’t want to invade one of their privacies for my own benefit; it is unethical and immoral to my perspective.
I glide my index finger over the endless book collections, sighing in wonder and thirst of reading every single one of them. Just as I begin to shift my position to go back to the chair, the door opens calmly; revealing the person that confuses my feelings the most.
His brown boots move forward to where I stand, as his slick smirk rises on his lips. “(He takes off my eyeglasses, while I roll my eyes) Seriously, ever heard of contacts?” I shrug, trying to snatch my specs from his hold, but he lifts his arm way up high in a teasing matter. “Give it.” I whine, as he chuckles at my childish tone.
“(He mocks) Once a nerd, always a nerd. (I groan, while he states) Your eyes are pretty, you’re fine without these hideous glasses.” My eyelashes flutter at the sound of his serious compliment, feeling a strange pinch in my stomach. There is no way that he’ll decease from teasing me, and for that I tackle him with my own body. My force has been huge, which made him fall on the ground with my on top of him.
It’s the feeling of his toned chest, it’s the feeling of his ribcage flexing at every breath he produced, and it’s the way our nose tips tickle the other; that makes my skin feel a sudden shiver. He departs his lips slightly, but he maintains the silence; savouring the weird moment we both share.
I try to move off of him, but his hands grab my waist, forcing me… no, begging me to stay on top of his muscular body. “(I whisper awkwardly) Harry?” He doesn’t response, all he does is lift his thumb to my lips, swiping them off his touch. “(He closes his eyes, rasping) Don’t speak, Shhh.”
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Giselle's POV:
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I have always enjoyed the time, when I would be able to sit alone. My mind would grow, my knowledge would thicken, and my horizon would widen at the decisions I took in my life. I would laugh at some memories, and I would sadden at others; but I would always pull myself up after any certain downfall. The reason why I am thinking of my isolation moments, is simply because I am lacking its existence right now.
People might think that I am deranged, because right now; I am all by myself in this huge villa. They men of the house have left from sunrise, leaving me here to have the quality time that I always yarn for. But as strange and bizarre as it may sound, I am not comfortable with being alone anymore.
These five males have showed me the relevance of communication, they have granted me the sensation of being social. Each one of them, expressed to me how important it is for a person to talk with someone, how legitimate it is for a person to express their feelings and opinions with others. This is what caused my bubble to burst, and allow me to speak what’s on my mind with no hesitation or deprivation.
I miss their presence around the house, and all I could manage right now; is enjoy one of my secret-entertaining habits. I thank the lord a billion times, for filling the shelves with a variety of books. I have been drowning myself with a love novel; it is more of a tragedy but in a positive presentation. I never was a fan of love stories, simply because they all are close to each other; but the one I’m reading is quite captivating to be honest.
I stand up from the racking chair in the study room (http://www.polyvore.com/favourite_mixture/set?id=131328500&lid=3808962), closing the book in my hand and mentally reminding myself which page number I paused on. The study room is stuffed with PCs and Laptops, but I didn’t dare to use anything of them. I wouldn’t want to invade one of their privacies for my own benefit; it is unethical and immoral to my perspective.
I glide my index finger over the endless book collections, sighing in wonder and thirst of reading every single one of them. Just as I begin to shift my position to go back to the chair, the door opens calmly; revealing the person that confuses my feelings the most.
His brown boots move forward to where I stand, as his slick smirk rises on his lips. “(He takes off my eyeglasses, while I roll my eyes) Seriously, ever heard of contacts?” I shrug, trying to snatch my specs from his hold, but he lifts his arm way up high in a teasing matter. “Give it.” I whine, as he chuckles at my childish tone.
“(He mocks) Once a nerd, always a nerd. (I groan, while he states) Your eyes are pretty, you’re fine without these hideous glasses.” My eyelashes flutter at the sound of his serious compliment, feeling a strange pinch in my stomach. There is no way that he’ll decease from teasing me, and for that I tackle him with my own body. My force has been huge, which made him fall on the ground with my on top of him.
It’s the feeling of his toned chest, it’s the feeling of his ribcage flexing at every breath he produced, and it’s the way our nose tips tickle the other; that makes my skin feel a sudden shiver. He departs his lips slightly, but he maintains the silence; savouring the weird moment we both share.
I try to move off of him, but his hands grab my waist, forcing me… no, begging me to stay on top of his muscular body. “(I whisper awkwardly) Harry?” He doesn’t response, all he does is lift his thumb to my lips, swiping them off his touch. “(He closes his eyes, rasping) Don’t speak, Shhh.”
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