The Forbidden Manual// Denis Stoff

t w e n t y - s e v e n

"Umm...No!I meant to say that Denis left it for you, it's for you", I said, while I felt the creature bang and scream 'Mine, Mine, Mine!'

"He did that?", her face changed once again and turned tender and sweet, how she was. "Aww, how cute is he", She got close to the rose and took it to take in its smell. "I have to put it in water", she smiled and I sighed, relieved and with regret.

Relieved because I had gotten out of the mess that could have happened, and with regret because now the rose was in the wrong hands, which were ironically the ones it should have been in the first place.

I sat down in one of the seats in the bar as I saw how Dasha submerged the end of the rose into the flower pot.

"And how was your day with Chris?", asked my friend.

"Great".

"Ugh but you say it like if you didn't like it", Her high pitched voice was near when she sat next to me.

"No, it's just that I'm tired, you know me", I smiled.

"It's not fair, you know?", She said.

"What is?", I looked at her.

"That I can't spend enough time with you. God, you are my best friend and we barely talk! Me with my job and with...Denis".

"But Dash, we live on the same apartment, how we wanted to when we were younger, remember?".

"Yes", she smiled. "and even like that I don't see you. It's not fair".

"Its okay. We have Sundays", I said.

"A day out of seven", she pouted.

"I'd like to spend more time with you Dash; like when were kids, but we aren't anymore. You have a job and I have lots of things to do. But at least we share it and that's what counts".

"I'm very lucky you know", She sighed. "I have the best friend in the world and the most handsome boyfriend in the world", She smiled and I hugged her. If there was an excellent friend, it's Dasha. Not me.

"I have to sleep, Dash", I said.

"Ugh no!", she exclaimed, like a little girl. "Won't you have dinner?".

"I'm tired".

"Come on! Have dinner with,  I've had dinner alone so many times", she pouted and I laughed.

"Alright. What are we having?".

Dashas' happy smile expanded over her face.

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I looked out the window to the pitch dark sky and counted the stars that were out that night. I looked at the clock, it was going to be one thirty in the morning and I still couldn't sleep. I cuddled into my cover and sighed.

I couldn't ignore the creature inside me, because its thoughts weren't all against mine. But they still kept in some common sense in some place where it said I couldn't fall for Denis. He was so untouchable like a pan on a burning stove, so prohibited like breaking some law in construction; he was my best friends boyfriend, and I had to jump back the steps I shouldn't have walked.

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His smile went through me at the short distance we were both in. A very beautiful smile that shouldn't be wasted, but he wanted to give it to me and only me; making millions of butterflies wander around in my stomach. My heart rate accelerated when he out my name in between his lips and the smile now spread through my face.

"Who else can make you feel like this?", he asked me, with his velvet voice.

It was the first name I had dreamed of him, with Denis. I sighed with my head buried in the pillow and my sigh was converted in a warm vapor that hit my face. I raised my head and I could feel some hairs go out of place on each side of my face. Today was Saturday. I remembered the dream and I came to the conclusion that I had to tell someone because If I didn't, I'd explode sooner or later.

I got up and got ready in half an hour and I typed over the keys of my phone Kirs' number, who's better to understand this craziness?

"Hello?", he answered, on the side of the line.

"Kir, can we see each other today?", I asked.

"Of course, tell me where and when", he agreed.

"In the plaza, in an hour and a half, are you okay?", he said curiously.

"I'll tell you when I see you".

"Alright".

I hung up on the call and I hurried out of the apartment, I'm sure I'd take more than an hour and a half if I didn't hurry. 

I took a cab which took almost about an hour and I paid with euros that had come out of my purse,  or actually, Dasha had placed in my there for any use, since my bills and coins were all american.

I got off and I mixed in with the crowd of people that were circle around under the greyish sky almost like yesterdays, and I sat on a grey bench that by luck was empty, like if it was reserved for me. 

I gifted a sigh to the air and then I raised my gaze, maybe i'd rain today. The grey clouds that circle around the sky looked threatening. 

I began to wander my thoughts, while I waited for Kir; that until today had become my best friends, we'd tell everything to each other, and this time, it wouldn't be the exception.

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A/N: Ya'll really thought I was going to leave you with that cliffhanger? I'd hang myself off that cliff If I was on your end. You are welcome, you little devilish readers.

ps: I'd just like to add that I am so proud of Niall Horan and Zayn Malik, been there from the start and I don't plan on leaving til the end. So proud.