Eva Triology: {{ So Realistic }} [COMPLETED]

Ancient English

After declaring our vows to each other Harry and I storm out of the Church we recently married in. My parents have no clue about this fast situation nor his parents are familiar with the fact that he just got a wife which he barely knows. We are holding our hands as we run down the street and greet everyone along the way. My wedding gown is super long and it has magnificient volume. I trip on the end of my wedding dress and fall harshly on the floor, kicking my head without second thought.

I wince out in pain and try to recover my lost balance, holding my broken nose in my hand. My eyes fly to Harry who is concerned for my health. Harry comes closer and he takes my nose in his hand and starts to examine it carefully. He chews on his lower lip and he clearly doesn't know what to do in this clingy situation.

"Well, take me to hospital," I order and take back my nose and hug it in insurance. Gathering all possible courage and I pour it inside of my nose not to feel down. I hate it when parts of my body cry in defeat for being ugly. Harry quickly nods and we start walking this time, I can't afford to break any other loving part of my body. From now on, I will be more careful with my limbs.

Time passes by like crazy and we finally reach the nearest hospital. I hear a low voice calling me and I recognize it, it belonges to my nose. He is begging to be fixed because he is missing my face and he wants to make love to it. I grimace at his statement and roll with my eyes at how discusting it is at the moment. Harry, of course, have seen that and decided to ask what was wrong but I refuse to share. This was overly personal to be spoken aloud. 

Harry just nods and signs me in and all I could do now is wait. Until it hit me again, I imagine that I'm not here anymore and that my nose is just fine and, that Harry and me are in our new house decorating it as we like. 

I open my eyes and I find myself in that house I imagined, holding a really beautiful picture. I smile to myself and throw it on Harry, who later throws a wood at me. Then we start to throw thing at each other, dying of laughter in the meanwhile. Soon I am throwing an airplane at him and he catches it, places it aside and takes a whole freaking building and throws it in my face. What is wrong with him? 

"You can't just randomly throw buildings at people!!" I scream as I manage to free myself from that annoying building that seems in love with me, well who wouldn't be? 

"You tried to kick me down with this moronic airplane! Believe me, that building was the easiest thing I could find," He says in his defense and prepars to throw another building at me. How does he dare to do such a thing!? 

Suddenly, we are both laying down on the wooden floor, exhausted and bruised all over our handsome bodies. Somehow, I have my lovely backpack in my hand and I pull out my extra long Iphone phone and dial mothers number, expecting her not to answer as usual, but, on my big ass surprise she does and immediately starts to yell at me. 

"Mom, calm down. I am alive," I say and cover my eyes because Sun was extremely blinding me and I can't see propertly. 

"How can I calm down when you were gone for one and a half day without a phone call or a freaking appearance at home?" She yells and for one second I have a feeling she is right beside me, yelling in my ear. I never expected I will get this much attention from my heartless mother. 

"Well, to be honest you could've called too," I say in a super low voice that sounded like a man. 

"It's your duty to inform us of your movements. You could be f*cking someone for all I know," She says suprisingly calm. I throw a red colour on my face as I cover it with my elbow. 

"MOOOM!" I whine loudly which makes Harry step back a little. 

"What? You think I don't know what young females do? I was young before, I know what I was doing. So I am assuming you are doing the same damn thing," She explains as I hear a fading sound of her nails kicking into the sink.

 "I am not doing such a thing. I wanted to tell you and dad something you might find very interesting," I say and bite my lower lip. 

"What did I tell you about your expressing whilst speaking to elders?" She reminds me. I roll with my eyes for thousandth time today and inhale deeply. 

"Do I really need to do this?" I ask as hope was rising within me, too late it started already. 

"I do not understand what you are speaking," She said and I can swear she sounds like answering machine. 

"I did not lustful around. I was eager to inform you about the little thing of my life that might interest you," I say and cover my eyes so I don't have to see Harry's look. 

"I understand now. You may speak your secret over this technical device if you so wish," She says formally. I rub my forehead in annoyance my mother is spreading over the phone. 

"I do not agree with you. This way of discovering the secret is not desirable over technical device. I do wish you greet me in my dorms this evening. If that is anyhow possible," I say and amaze my own self for saying this line correctly. 

"What is it very important that you can not share through this?" She asks, suspision hearable in her voice. 

"It is about my decision I made day before this. And it seeks your and father's presence to be spoken aloud," My lip was already swollen because of the biting. 

"Good. Give me your address of staying and your father and I are coming," She agrees with me. 

I give her my address and it was over, my parents are about to find out I am not Mangal anymore, but a Mrs. Styles. Fear is creeping up my spine and it gives me a really awful feeling. 

May God be with me tonight.