She hates him, absolutely despises him. He doesn't even know of her existence, but somehow fate decided to pair them together and now they're going to have to convince everyone they're engaged.
"So, flower girl, what do you say? Me and you?"
"Make y...
Baby, let the games begin Let the games begin Let the games begin
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Anger, pain, sadness - so intertwined that perhaps their names ought to be tweaked to reflect the true origins of those emotions. My anger would come like impossible build-up steam, burning me on the way out, burning the one on the receiving end. I can tell you honestly, every time I ever blew, I reckoned the other person deserved it.
The only person that truly deserves my anger and was never able to get it is 'Harry Styles', God, he's the reason I want to fucking destroy every pot in the garden and rip open the ground's dirt, My aunt taught me it is not good to dwell on regrets and to hold grudges, but Harry Styles deserves every ounce of hatred I have in my heart.
One dart.
Two darts.
Three darts.
"Come on Rory, it's not the time for this" Melo's gentle voice calls for me, I have been throwing darts at the same picture for a while now, I must admit it's rather refreshing throwing darts at a picture of Harry Styles, being able to hurt him in my imagination somehow makes me relax.
It's my strange way of coping.
I turn to look at Melo who is secretly judging for the way I'm coping with my feelings, she narrows her eyes on me, "Now that I finally have your attention it's breakfast time" she says before turning around and heading downstairs.
I look around my room for my slippers and when they are finally found I look at myself through the mirror, The mirror was small and cheap, about the size of the cell phones all the up-town kids were carrying. It was the kind you see in a dollar store thickly rimmed in white plastic, the kind that's in a landfill not even a month later. The shiny surface was covered in fingerprints and there was a lipstick smear.
I fix my hair and head downstairs, the aroma that fills the dining room is to die for, I see my aunt Layla cutting break in the kitchen, I smile, Cutting bread into imperfect perfect slices was part of the rhythm of the day, the routine that gave us a feeling peace in our home.
Aunt Layla's eyes find mine and she smiles, "Good morning, sweetheart. Melo told me what you've been up to, and I've told you a million times it's never good to dw-" I finish her sentence for her in the most boring tone ever, "Dwell on anger and to hold grudges" I glare at Melo for exposing me and she widens her eyes and shrugs her shoulders.
I see Cora and Fiona busy in a conversation, and when Cora saw me approaching the breakfast table, she suddenly shushes Fiona and plasters a fake smile, "Oh good morning Rory, uh how are you doing on this lovely day? Any plans?" she says while stealing glances at Fiona and Melo.
I arch my brow, "Good morning, no plans," I take a seat by Fiona, "Why so secretive?" Cora looks at Fiona once again, it's so obvious they're hiding something.
