Disguise♔ z.m

Thirty seven

I love you.

How can three simple words, with little length, five vowels and three consonants, have so much meaning? How can those three little words, weigh as much as the earth to your heart? How can those words keep you thinking and thinking throughout the day? It baffles me, to my very bones, why I can't keep understanding what it means, yet feel it.

Is it love if I adore the way Liam lowers his brows whenever he become serious, or the way he tries widening his shoulders every time he walks in order to look stronger and invincible? Would it be love if he's the only one I think about every time I am need?

But you think about Zayn too, my conscience adds.

Would it be love if holding his hand makes my stomach erupt with butterflies, or brushing my finger over his bottom lip just to see him blush will be it?

I keep twisting and turning the white little paper, still trying to decide the position of my love for Liam. I have so many undecided choices, that I believe my mind will explode with thoughts. I still haven't called Alexia, I still haven't thought about my expenses for purchasing a car. The-

"Noraaaa," Veronica calls out my name soothingly.

"Hmm?" I look up and with instinct, fold the paper and place it gently into the suitcase.

"Mr.Harvey will like to see us," she courtly replies and I get up, straightening my pencil skirt that I have come to love so much.

We proceed into his office, carefully listening to him explain his adjustment of dates, where we get to get three weeks off due to him not being here and he would not want to strain us since we will be fully loaded when we return. I am glad that I get to have so much time off, but what will I do during those three weeks? I still have no idea how long I stay in Venice, that is, if I decide to travel.

Travelling to Venice won't be ultimately bad, I suppose. We will be in different rooms and I will try my best to interact with my parents during times needed, though I perfectly know my mother will still find her way to burn my senses and make me feel low as always.

Mr.Harvey kindly dismisses us and goes on his phone, talking to a business partner I have never heard off.

As soon as we get out, Veronica asks me about my parents.

"My father was alright, but my mother was a total mess. She slapped me, you know?" I could still feel her hand print burn on my cheek.

"What?" Veronica softens, "How did that happen?"

"She began saying horrible things about me and I couldn't help but bring up my father being with another woman," I pause for a good amount of time, before speaking again, "so, she slapped me."

"What happened after that?"

"I ran out, and my sister followed me, saying she has a wedding she would love me to attend."

"She's engaged?"

"She is," I say as I look down at my watch and notice it being our lunch time.

"And what did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Why not?" We begin walking to the elevator.

"I didn't know what to say. I was utterly confused after what happened with my parents and Liam."

She confusingly looks at me before the doors open and we walk in. People rush in from our floor - the people I have never spoken to because I am not interactive enough, - murmurs filling the tiny cubicle.