Prisoning Truth
My Giselle. (29th Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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“(He tries to sound calm) Listen, with all respect, I don’t think we should send her in. You all know how twisted that bastard is! I don’t want my Giselle… (He corrects his words, clearing his throat awkwardly) I mean Giselle, to risk her life for our sakes. I say we give it a day to think about this. Maybe one of us will come out with another plan, a better one that doesn’t involve Giselle being sent in.” I lightly nudge his knee with mine, gesturing for Harry to look at me.
He gives me a kind stare, as I nod my head to emphasise he should drift his temper away.“(He mimics Harry’s voice in a funny gesture) Oh I’m Harry Styles and I’m an over protective freak over my birdy! Look at me being so scary and serious.” With my deep blushing reaction, I couldn’t help but chuckle with the rest at Louis’s funny impersonation.
“(He whines) Fuck off, Tommo.” He stands up from his seat, walking out of the living room. “I’m going to bed. If you all want your brains to think in a wide horizon, I suggest you all do the same.” The guys scoff at Harry’s words, as they begin to stand up from their seats. “Are you going to stay up, Giselle?” I nod at Zayn’s calm question, receiving a pat on the shoulder before they all dissolve out of the living room; mumbling a ‘good night’ at me.
I need to stay up, because I need to think as well of a new plan. Maybe I would find something that could take me out of this mess? But what if the original plan is the only hope for a success? What happens after I help their female family members out? Will I be stuck there with the rebel king?
I can’t think if I don’t do something physically. Considering that lunch was a takeout meal, today; I think it’s best if I did some laundry. They boys are hardly at home, and they can be trusted with anything but house chores. I’m not sexist, but I guess us, women, tend to have a better hand in such actions. I get up from my seat, walking across the large hallway to the laundry room.
I stiffen at the huge pile of dirty clothes lingering everywhere, as I sigh deeply. I begin to separate the whites from the coloured, while I turn on the washing machine. I start of with sliding the white garments, pouring in a decent amount of fabric cleaner. As it begins to function in twirls, I allow myself to close my eyes, leaning a little back with my arms steady on the machine.
Harry said ‘My Giselle’, but then he fixed it off with awkwardness. Could he have really meant that, though? Does he really consider me way beyond the liking limitation? We were once about to kiss, but we got interrupted. Does that imply that he has true feelings towards me? Does he really cherish me like a… girlfriend? I shake my head directly, clearing my fuzzy thoughts. This is the first time I have ever been in such situation, and the feeling does scare me to be honest; but in a good and accelerating way.
At the cue of my eyes opening, a large breath murmurs in my ear, as it comes out from a second person. I snap my eyes at the door, noticing how his body is leaning over the doorframe, while his eyes scan me in hunger. “I thought you were going to sleep?” I ask and he He shakes his head, walking inside with slow footsteps that match the rhythm of my heartbeats.
Giselle's POV:
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“(He tries to sound calm) Listen, with all respect, I don’t think we should send her in. You all know how twisted that bastard is! I don’t want my Giselle… (He corrects his words, clearing his throat awkwardly) I mean Giselle, to risk her life for our sakes. I say we give it a day to think about this. Maybe one of us will come out with another plan, a better one that doesn’t involve Giselle being sent in.” I lightly nudge his knee with mine, gesturing for Harry to look at me.
He gives me a kind stare, as I nod my head to emphasise he should drift his temper away.“(He mimics Harry’s voice in a funny gesture) Oh I’m Harry Styles and I’m an over protective freak over my birdy! Look at me being so scary and serious.” With my deep blushing reaction, I couldn’t help but chuckle with the rest at Louis’s funny impersonation.
“(He whines) Fuck off, Tommo.” He stands up from his seat, walking out of the living room. “I’m going to bed. If you all want your brains to think in a wide horizon, I suggest you all do the same.” The guys scoff at Harry’s words, as they begin to stand up from their seats. “Are you going to stay up, Giselle?” I nod at Zayn’s calm question, receiving a pat on the shoulder before they all dissolve out of the living room; mumbling a ‘good night’ at me.
I need to stay up, because I need to think as well of a new plan. Maybe I would find something that could take me out of this mess? But what if the original plan is the only hope for a success? What happens after I help their female family members out? Will I be stuck there with the rebel king?
I can’t think if I don’t do something physically. Considering that lunch was a takeout meal, today; I think it’s best if I did some laundry. They boys are hardly at home, and they can be trusted with anything but house chores. I’m not sexist, but I guess us, women, tend to have a better hand in such actions. I get up from my seat, walking across the large hallway to the laundry room.
I stiffen at the huge pile of dirty clothes lingering everywhere, as I sigh deeply. I begin to separate the whites from the coloured, while I turn on the washing machine. I start of with sliding the white garments, pouring in a decent amount of fabric cleaner. As it begins to function in twirls, I allow myself to close my eyes, leaning a little back with my arms steady on the machine.
Harry said ‘My Giselle’, but then he fixed it off with awkwardness. Could he have really meant that, though? Does he really consider me way beyond the liking limitation? We were once about to kiss, but we got interrupted. Does that imply that he has true feelings towards me? Does he really cherish me like a… girlfriend? I shake my head directly, clearing my fuzzy thoughts. This is the first time I have ever been in such situation, and the feeling does scare me to be honest; but in a good and accelerating way.
At the cue of my eyes opening, a large breath murmurs in my ear, as it comes out from a second person. I snap my eyes at the door, noticing how his body is leaning over the doorframe, while his eyes scan me in hunger. “I thought you were going to sleep?” I ask and he He shakes his head, walking inside with slow footsteps that match the rhythm of my heartbeats.
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