SCREEN | Harry Styles ((DISCONTINUED))

13. Happy-Eyes

HAPPY (LATE) HALLOWEEN <3, what (did) you all dress up as - let me know! ;)

Also sorry for not updating the past few days, I was trying to let exams fly by over and finally it has finished.

Now I have this free time and I do wish to spend it updating chapters for this story.

Here's chapter 13.

Here: Marcel being bodacious and Edward joining underground fighting?

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Caroline - Douglas Dare

"Who's Rosie?"

"A beautiful, sad, lying girl with a rotten heart."

He spoke, but there was something in his tone that seem to be... sophistic. His tone was apparent of the fact that this Rosie person was someone that left a bitter taste in his mouth. Aislin thought of what kind of person Rosie is - with a rotten heart - what did he meant by that?

Edward looked over at Aislin, his gaze stern onto the girl in front of him. The gaze almost looked absolute; the Edward in front of her wasn't the same Edward who she saw in that headquarters. His hand reached out to touch her face. The feeling of his fingertips caressing her cheek gently. Aislin sat frozen, and just watched the man in front of her just become so vulnerable.

"Edward..." Aislin spoke out which made the man stopped and come into realization. His eyes widened and immediately moved away from her. He stood up and looked away from her; his eyes mimicking those of embarrassment and pique.

Aislin watched the man before her, and something about it made her feel pity of him. "Edwar-"

"-Don't speak of her name ever again..." Was all he said before stomping off into the yacht and slamming the door shut.

Aislin reached up to touch her face, trying to mimic the remains of his gentle touch. It was a peculiar touch for her - something that she couldn't comprehend.

There was something that haunted Edward like a nightmare; and Aislin was determined to figure it out.

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"Do you want another serving?" Marcel asked Aislin as he continued to eat the barbecue off the stick. Aislin shook her head in reply; she had already eaten four of them and she felt pleased with that much already. She stared up at the evening sky and was fascinated with how much stars there were.

The stars were much brighter here than it was back at Mavel City - there were stars only if you were fortunate enough to see one.

Aislin pulled her knees to her chest and watched Marcel eat the meal in satisfaction. He had already changed his clothes into dry ones, a towel remained around him hanging loosely and his hair still had droplets of water from his shower.

Marcel placed the stick down onto the plate, wiping his hands and mouth clean with a napkin. "You really look like Edward like this; well with glasses." Aislin commented before Marcel looked up and raised a brow, letting out a laugh. "Tell me something I don't know." He joked before sitting back more into the built in couch and looked up at the sky, joining her as they stargaze together.