Prisoning Truth
Midnight Memories. (25th Chapter)
…The Next Day (During Breakfast)…
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Giselle's POV:
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The movements of the forks, the dipping of the spoons, and the slicing of the knives are the only things producing sounds currently. The only words that were traded are ‘good morning’ and ‘slept well?’, other than that it was pure silence. I suppose its due to yesterday’s events, excluding the ones that happened at midnight. Louis’s jaw is bruised, and by the look of it; it thankfully is healing.
But I know the amount of tension swarming around the dining table, can’t vaporise no matter how silent it stays. Harry took the seat right next to me, surprising the rest of the boys. They only know what happened at the heat of the argument; they have no clue of our delightful midnight memories that we shared intimately. I don’t know if I should be describing it in that way, but maybe that’s how I truly feel about it.
“(He clears his throat, washing the silence away) We can’t all leave. Someone must stay with Giselle. (He looks at me thoughtfully) She’s staying alone far too much, and we can’t risk her answering the phone, or the door to anyone. So, who volunteers to skip work today?”
None of the men seemed to have a bother in Liam’s staying, but before any of them took the chance to accept; Harry’s voice rang: “I will. (He flashes me a secret smile, then speaks) She’s annoying, but I don’t mind.” I roll my eyes at his playfulness, while he tries to maintain his chuckle from under his breath. “(He snaps, while dropping his fork on the plate) Absolutely not. (He scoffs confidently) Besides, Giselle would want anyone to stay but you. Isn’t that right, love?”
From the corner of my eye, I spot Harry’s jaw clenching from Louis’s defence, and honestly I don’t want another battle to fire this calm morning.“Actually, Louis. I really don’t mind anyone of you to stay, and I mean it with no exception. Harry stayed with me previously, remember? We even went grocery shopping, together so I don’t mind his company at all really.”
The four boys narrow their eyes at me in worry, as I feel a nudge from under the table. I look at Harry, knowing from his thankful smile that it was him who did the action. “(He wipes his mouth with a tissue) Fine, Harry stays. Now, we should be heading out. You take care of her, mate all right?” I smile at Niall’s concern, while Harry bobs his head in reassurance.
The four gents rise from their seats, walking over the door to exist the villa. “Bye, Giselle!” Zayn calls, as I wave at him with a smile. “(He speaks with a joking tone, mimicking my voice) I don’t mind his company at all really. (He chuckles) Honestly, you could have told them how much you like me and that we are getting along, babe.” I groan at his cheekiness, while collecting the dirty plates.
“Harry there is no reason to call me babe. And second of all I spoke the truth. (My tone changes to a shying vocal) And please stop poking my face with the fact that I like you. I like all of you boys, honestly.” His face frowns, while he begins to fidget with his fingers. “(He speaks lowly) But you like me differently, right?”
I sigh, deciding to nod to the truthful fact. He smiles optimistically, showing me those adorable dimples. I begin to walk to the kitchen with the dishes, while Harry assists me with the rest of the objects. Once we both reach to the kitchen, the doorbell vibrates the alerting tone of a visitor.
“Its probably one of the lads, someone might have forgotten something. (He warns in concern) Just in case, don’t leave this kitchen until I come back to you. And please be quiet?” I nod while he runs off in his socks to reveal the person waiting. Once the door creaks opened, I hear Harry’s yell which makes me know for sure that whoever is here, isn’t one of the boys at all.
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Giselle's POV:
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The movements of the forks, the dipping of the spoons, and the slicing of the knives are the only things producing sounds currently. The only words that were traded are ‘good morning’ and ‘slept well?’, other than that it was pure silence. I suppose its due to yesterday’s events, excluding the ones that happened at midnight. Louis’s jaw is bruised, and by the look of it; it thankfully is healing.
But I know the amount of tension swarming around the dining table, can’t vaporise no matter how silent it stays. Harry took the seat right next to me, surprising the rest of the boys. They only know what happened at the heat of the argument; they have no clue of our delightful midnight memories that we shared intimately. I don’t know if I should be describing it in that way, but maybe that’s how I truly feel about it.
“(He clears his throat, washing the silence away) We can’t all leave. Someone must stay with Giselle. (He looks at me thoughtfully) She’s staying alone far too much, and we can’t risk her answering the phone, or the door to anyone. So, who volunteers to skip work today?”
None of the men seemed to have a bother in Liam’s staying, but before any of them took the chance to accept; Harry’s voice rang: “I will. (He flashes me a secret smile, then speaks) She’s annoying, but I don’t mind.” I roll my eyes at his playfulness, while he tries to maintain his chuckle from under his breath. “(He snaps, while dropping his fork on the plate) Absolutely not. (He scoffs confidently) Besides, Giselle would want anyone to stay but you. Isn’t that right, love?”
From the corner of my eye, I spot Harry’s jaw clenching from Louis’s defence, and honestly I don’t want another battle to fire this calm morning.“Actually, Louis. I really don’t mind anyone of you to stay, and I mean it with no exception. Harry stayed with me previously, remember? We even went grocery shopping, together so I don’t mind his company at all really.”
The four boys narrow their eyes at me in worry, as I feel a nudge from under the table. I look at Harry, knowing from his thankful smile that it was him who did the action. “(He wipes his mouth with a tissue) Fine, Harry stays. Now, we should be heading out. You take care of her, mate all right?” I smile at Niall’s concern, while Harry bobs his head in reassurance.
The four gents rise from their seats, walking over the door to exist the villa. “Bye, Giselle!” Zayn calls, as I wave at him with a smile. “(He speaks with a joking tone, mimicking my voice) I don’t mind his company at all really. (He chuckles) Honestly, you could have told them how much you like me and that we are getting along, babe.” I groan at his cheekiness, while collecting the dirty plates.
“Harry there is no reason to call me babe. And second of all I spoke the truth. (My tone changes to a shying vocal) And please stop poking my face with the fact that I like you. I like all of you boys, honestly.” His face frowns, while he begins to fidget with his fingers. “(He speaks lowly) But you like me differently, right?”
I sigh, deciding to nod to the truthful fact. He smiles optimistically, showing me those adorable dimples. I begin to walk to the kitchen with the dishes, while Harry assists me with the rest of the objects. Once we both reach to the kitchen, the doorbell vibrates the alerting tone of a visitor.
“Its probably one of the lads, someone might have forgotten something. (He warns in concern) Just in case, don’t leave this kitchen until I come back to you. And please be quiet?” I nod while he runs off in his socks to reveal the person waiting. Once the door creaks opened, I hear Harry’s yell which makes me know for sure that whoever is here, isn’t one of the boys at all.
Notes
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