Prisoning Truth
Particular. (49th Chapter)
…The Next Day…
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Giselle's POV:
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The amounts of stress, depression, and struggles were able to cause my body to rest in a recharging sleep. Maybe it wasn’t because of all the negativity that I lived with, maybe there’s a bigger and much legitimate reason that caused me to find my peace. My eyelashes flutter, as I begin to awake from the heated sunrays crashing through the glass window.
Immediately, a huge smile paints its way over my face; staring at the reason of my rest. His lips are lightly parted, his brown curls are ruffled all over his face, and his chest heaves in a monotone count. The way his arms are hovering over my body, forcing me closer to his angelic skin; makes my assumptions fall on a correct answer. I slept restfully, because I was back in Harry’s arms; this is where I belong. This is where I rush to, when fear clouds over me. He is my safety, my serenity, and my delicacy.
I glance over my physique, noticing that I am still in the same clothes from yesterday. The expensive fabric is covered with dust and ashes from last night; I massively need to shower and change. I begin to move out of Harry’s arms, but in his absent-minded reflex, he tugs me closer to him; making me giggle genuinely. “(I whisper softly) Harry, I need to shower and change. I’m not on my hygiene scale.”
He lets out a light groan, forcing his eyes to open. The vine-colored eyes stare at me with a pleasant chemistry, looking at me with laziness.“(His voice rasps lightly) You’re fine, just the way you are. (He places a sloppy kiss over my nose) Go back to sleep, babe.” I let out a tiny whine, as I push my body from his arms. His eyes stare at me, while he fake pouts like the world’s cutest child.
“I really need to bathe and change, Harry.” He nods in surrender, beginning to step out of the bed mattress in a slow motion. His long fingers comb his curls backwards, as he makes his way towards me. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll try finding you something from my sister’s.” He lands a kiss on my lips, and then begins to walk towards the door. “(I squeal) Harry! At least put something on. You can’t go out with your briefs.”
He chuckles tiredly, sending me a wink before stepping out. I guess Harry’s sister and mother are used to him walking around in his undergarments, which makes me realize where I am.
This isn’t the villa that the I stayed in. My eyes scan over the interior of the room, noticing the difference of furniture and design. I step out of the door, closing it as silent as possible; beginning to search for the bathroom.
Thankfully, the door of the bathroom is wide opened; which makes me hurry to the inside. Just as I begin to take off my clothes, the door receives a light knock from the outside. “Doll face? I got you some stuff from my sisters. I also have a surprise for you.” I hide behind the door, opening it slowly and reaching for what his hand plopped into the opening.
“(I sense by his tone that he’s smirking playfully) You don’t need to hide from me, babe. I’ve already touched you everywhere when you were asleep.” I roll my eyes, closing the door instantly; hearing Harry’s chuckle from the outside. I stare at the freshly cleaned outfit, but my amazement grows when I notice something in particular.
On top of the clothes, lies something that I have forgotten about; my eyeglasses. I have been wearing contacts on a daily base, which made my mind swirl away from the fact of finding my missing specs. I smile at the memory of when I last wore them, which was back in the villa.
He kept them; he actually kept them and hid them away. How is it that he’s always this considerate, loving, and caring for these little details that could change the entire equation? Well, that’s my Harry.
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Giselle's POV:
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The amounts of stress, depression, and struggles were able to cause my body to rest in a recharging sleep. Maybe it wasn’t because of all the negativity that I lived with, maybe there’s a bigger and much legitimate reason that caused me to find my peace. My eyelashes flutter, as I begin to awake from the heated sunrays crashing through the glass window.
Immediately, a huge smile paints its way over my face; staring at the reason of my rest. His lips are lightly parted, his brown curls are ruffled all over his face, and his chest heaves in a monotone count. The way his arms are hovering over my body, forcing me closer to his angelic skin; makes my assumptions fall on a correct answer. I slept restfully, because I was back in Harry’s arms; this is where I belong. This is where I rush to, when fear clouds over me. He is my safety, my serenity, and my delicacy.
I glance over my physique, noticing that I am still in the same clothes from yesterday. The expensive fabric is covered with dust and ashes from last night; I massively need to shower and change. I begin to move out of Harry’s arms, but in his absent-minded reflex, he tugs me closer to him; making me giggle genuinely. “(I whisper softly) Harry, I need to shower and change. I’m not on my hygiene scale.”
He lets out a light groan, forcing his eyes to open. The vine-colored eyes stare at me with a pleasant chemistry, looking at me with laziness.“(His voice rasps lightly) You’re fine, just the way you are. (He places a sloppy kiss over my nose) Go back to sleep, babe.” I let out a tiny whine, as I push my body from his arms. His eyes stare at me, while he fake pouts like the world’s cutest child.
“I really need to bathe and change, Harry.” He nods in surrender, beginning to step out of the bed mattress in a slow motion. His long fingers comb his curls backwards, as he makes his way towards me. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll try finding you something from my sister’s.” He lands a kiss on my lips, and then begins to walk towards the door. “(I squeal) Harry! At least put something on. You can’t go out with your briefs.”
He chuckles tiredly, sending me a wink before stepping out. I guess Harry’s sister and mother are used to him walking around in his undergarments, which makes me realize where I am.
This isn’t the villa that the I stayed in. My eyes scan over the interior of the room, noticing the difference of furniture and design. I step out of the door, closing it as silent as possible; beginning to search for the bathroom.
Thankfully, the door of the bathroom is wide opened; which makes me hurry to the inside. Just as I begin to take off my clothes, the door receives a light knock from the outside. “Doll face? I got you some stuff from my sisters. I also have a surprise for you.” I hide behind the door, opening it slowly and reaching for what his hand plopped into the opening.
“(I sense by his tone that he’s smirking playfully) You don’t need to hide from me, babe. I’ve already touched you everywhere when you were asleep.” I roll my eyes, closing the door instantly; hearing Harry’s chuckle from the outside. I stare at the freshly cleaned outfit, but my amazement grows when I notice something in particular.
On top of the clothes, lies something that I have forgotten about; my eyeglasses. I have been wearing contacts on a daily base, which made my mind swirl away from the fact of finding my missing specs. I smile at the memory of when I last wore them, which was back in the villa.
He kept them; he actually kept them and hid them away. How is it that he’s always this considerate, loving, and caring for these little details that could change the entire equation? Well, that’s my Harry.
Notes
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