Prisoning Truth
Open It. (53rd Chapter)
…An Hour Later…
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Giselle's POV:
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“Harry!” I call for him, as I wipe my hands with the kitchen cloth. His footsteps begin to echo, as he walks through the door with a cheeky smile. “(He sings his words)Yes, baby?” I through the cloth at him, shaking my head at his bright mood and sense of humour. Harry’s real personality is all what he wears on. He transformed from the deprived-angry person, to the dashing young man that cold melt a heart of bullets.
I convinced him to find a decent job, which matches his qualifications and skills. Thankfully, he was able to locate a position in a garage; since he knows a lot about cars. Every girl would dream of being in a relation with a man with money and a successful job, but I am the opposite. I am at the peek of my happiness, with my garage technician; and I ask for no more to be satisfied.
“Would you take this to the table?” He nods, slipping his hands over the tray sides, and walking out of the door with caution. I grab our wine glasses, and splinter behind his lead to the living room. I wish I had a dining table, but I guess the coffee counter in the living room will have to do it for now. Harry begins to dip the serving spoon into the lasagna tray, scooping a huge pile into his plate eagerly.
I pick on his headband, making him shake his head in playful annoyance.“Hungry much?” He chuckles, lifting up the plate in his hand, while he stabs his fork through the food. He leans his fork to my mouth, offering me his first bite. I gladly collect it in, as I mentally give myself a pat on the back for a good job in cooking.
He takes a new bite into his mouth, releasing a satisfied moan from the flavour. “(I kiss his cheek, as he chews) Happy anniversary.” His eyes meet mine, giving me a light peck on the lips. “Ewe! Harry you taste like pasta.” He cackles a laughter, as me mimics my voice: “Ewe!” I swat his arm as I join him with my giggles, while I begin to pour in the wine through the glasses.
“Wait!” I stop filling the second glass, once he snaps in excitement. I turn my head to look at him, catching him while he’s trying to take something out of his jeans’ pocket. “(He mumbles shyly) I didn’t know how to wrap it, but I tried. Happy anniversary, love.” I place the bottle on the table, as I take the vertical box from his hand. “Harry, you sho-…” He stops me, with his words: “Come on, open it.”
I smile in awe at his attempt of wrapping the box, as I begin to discard the paper. “(He groans impatiently) For god’s sake, here give it to me.” I hand him the box, as he opens it and takes out a shining device that glows through my eyes. “(I whisper in happiness) You remembered?” He chuckles, handing me the phone. “I took your phone and broke it, remember? And the one you have now is so old and out of date. This is better, and you can even download books that you’d like to read. It’s a wicked phone, actually.”
Without his expectation, I leap through his arms, hugging him and kissing every piece of his face. “(He laughs) Whoa, baby! If I knew you’d be like this, I would have gotten it a long time ago.” I roll my eyes at his cheekiness, landing a deep kiss over his pink lips. He groans once the doorbell rings, clearly not wanting to stop our action.
“Are you expecting someone?” I nod quickly, as I begin to step up from his arms.“I ordered a cake, from the bakery at the end of the street.” I rush to grab my wallet, before I open the door. The back of the delivery worker is facing me, yet his smell is incredibly familiar; and unforgettable.
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Giselle's POV:
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“Harry!” I call for him, as I wipe my hands with the kitchen cloth. His footsteps begin to echo, as he walks through the door with a cheeky smile. “(He sings his words)Yes, baby?” I through the cloth at him, shaking my head at his bright mood and sense of humour. Harry’s real personality is all what he wears on. He transformed from the deprived-angry person, to the dashing young man that cold melt a heart of bullets.
I convinced him to find a decent job, which matches his qualifications and skills. Thankfully, he was able to locate a position in a garage; since he knows a lot about cars. Every girl would dream of being in a relation with a man with money and a successful job, but I am the opposite. I am at the peek of my happiness, with my garage technician; and I ask for no more to be satisfied.
“Would you take this to the table?” He nods, slipping his hands over the tray sides, and walking out of the door with caution. I grab our wine glasses, and splinter behind his lead to the living room. I wish I had a dining table, but I guess the coffee counter in the living room will have to do it for now. Harry begins to dip the serving spoon into the lasagna tray, scooping a huge pile into his plate eagerly.
I pick on his headband, making him shake his head in playful annoyance.“Hungry much?” He chuckles, lifting up the plate in his hand, while he stabs his fork through the food. He leans his fork to my mouth, offering me his first bite. I gladly collect it in, as I mentally give myself a pat on the back for a good job in cooking.
He takes a new bite into his mouth, releasing a satisfied moan from the flavour. “(I kiss his cheek, as he chews) Happy anniversary.” His eyes meet mine, giving me a light peck on the lips. “Ewe! Harry you taste like pasta.” He cackles a laughter, as me mimics my voice: “Ewe!” I swat his arm as I join him with my giggles, while I begin to pour in the wine through the glasses.
“Wait!” I stop filling the second glass, once he snaps in excitement. I turn my head to look at him, catching him while he’s trying to take something out of his jeans’ pocket. “(He mumbles shyly) I didn’t know how to wrap it, but I tried. Happy anniversary, love.” I place the bottle on the table, as I take the vertical box from his hand. “Harry, you sho-…” He stops me, with his words: “Come on, open it.”
I smile in awe at his attempt of wrapping the box, as I begin to discard the paper. “(He groans impatiently) For god’s sake, here give it to me.” I hand him the box, as he opens it and takes out a shining device that glows through my eyes. “(I whisper in happiness) You remembered?” He chuckles, handing me the phone. “I took your phone and broke it, remember? And the one you have now is so old and out of date. This is better, and you can even download books that you’d like to read. It’s a wicked phone, actually.”
Without his expectation, I leap through his arms, hugging him and kissing every piece of his face. “(He laughs) Whoa, baby! If I knew you’d be like this, I would have gotten it a long time ago.” I roll my eyes at his cheekiness, landing a deep kiss over his pink lips. He groans once the doorbell rings, clearly not wanting to stop our action.
“Are you expecting someone?” I nod quickly, as I begin to step up from his arms.“I ordered a cake, from the bakery at the end of the street.” I rush to grab my wallet, before I open the door. The back of the delivery worker is facing me, yet his smell is incredibly familiar; and unforgettable.
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