Jiley and Trittany Oneshots

Jiley: Shape Of You

AN: Hi guys! Sorry it's took so long and it's probably not the best but hey ho, hope you enjoy :)

Riley's POV:
It's true what they say, one choice can change everything. I know too well. I made one choice, one mistake and it turned my whole life upside down. Everything happened so quick, too quick for my liking. I had kissed Alfie, then lost the love of my life and now here I am two years later on my own, far away from what I used to call home. I am crammed in to a tiny apartment that consists of two rooms: the main living area where I sleep, cook and watch television and the second small room is my bathroom. It was the only thing I could afford after I left my job as studio head as I was only on a small income. This is my hide away if you call it that. I moved myself out of my home town because I hurt too many people in my life. I moved out of my shared house that I used to live with James. How I miss him so much and wish I could make things better between us but I know he will never take me back after what I did. It was unforgivable. Even though it was just a kiss, it cost me the love of my life. But I know I have to move on. Last week I had found a new job local to my apartment just so I can keep on top of my finances. A local pub as a waitress or bartender depending on my shift. I hate it so much! Its dark, cold, smells of damp and pretty much every shift there will be a customer constantly staring at me, asking for my number or trying to grope me. I really miss being studio head, even with all the stress, it was all worth it in the end. I wish I could just turn back time, before everything got so complicated and change my decisions. Maybe I would be happy, still with James in our warm, homely apartment, I would still be studio head aiming to go back to internationals to defend our title. But I ruined all that by making one stupid choice. And now I'm paying the consequences.

I was returning home from another long, tiring shift at the pub. My feet were aching, I was sure my legs were going to give way any minute but I made it back to the apartment. I opened up my post cubbyhole and find the usual: bills, coupons, warehouse magazines with special offers but there was one letter that caught my interest straight away. An invitation to a masked ball. The letter itself way beautiful: the black and gold lace surrounded the boarder and the letters flowed in the centre giving details of the party. However there was no sign of who it was from or for what occasion the party was for. Was it a celebration evening? was it a birthday? was it a wedding reception? who knows? The letter intrigued me, I was always one for mysteries and trying somethings new. I will accept. I scurried into my apartment and threw my coat and bag onto the sofa. I dashed to the crooked wardrobe that stood in the corner of the room. I pulled out all the dresses I owned and threw them onto my bed. On my hands and knees, I reached to the back of the wardrobe and found the box I was looking for. My memory box. I pulled it out and sat cross legged on the floor with it in front of me. I opened the box very carefully as I looked at the half full box. Most of them were pictures but the odd thing I came across were treasured memories within an object. I carefully moved some of the photos to one side. One grabbed my attention. A picture of me and James on the beach.
Flashback:
The sun was setting behind us, only our silhouettes were shown. Our foreheads were pressed together with smiles on our faces as our noses touched. My arms wrapped around his neck and his on my waist where they usually were. We were on a road trip that day to the beach were we laughed, had fun, swam in the water, ate fish and chips and ice cream and we had decided to go for an evening stroll along the beach. We had set the camera up on a rock on a timer and ran further down the beach. James dragged me along and soon pulled me into his embrace. My hands snacked up to his neck and his to my waist as we gently swayed side to side smiling like idiots with our foreheads pressed together and our noses brushing against each other. Thats the moment the camera flashed and took our picture. James soon pulled my waist up and leaned in as I did so. Our lips connected and I felt the sparks. Even more intense than usual. Pure perfection. We was mid way through our passionate make out when I pulled back and said "I love you so much James. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us," I lips grazing as we grinned to each other. James soon whispered "I love you too baby girl, me and you forever and always." We then continued to make out until the sun was replaced by the moon.
Flashback finished
I didn't notice that there were tears streaming down my face falling onto the pictures until I came back to earth from my flashback. I know I have to move on, but it is going to be so hard. Maybe this invitation was the start of a new life full of mysteries. Maybe I can become a mystery myself waiting to be solved by the right person. Pushing my previous thoughts aside I carried on rummaging through my memory box until I located the item that I desired. My lace mask once worn to West's masked birthday party. I remember that birthday party very well as it was such fun dancing and letting loose. I remember going with..... James. Its only until now that I have realised most of my memories were made with James. Gently brushing over my mask the memories flood back. The white lace surrounded the mask in dainty features and silver diamonds where scattered across the mask. Placing items back into the box and stuffing it back in the wardrobe I stood up from my position and looked through the countless dresses I owned. Summer dresses... No, Short cocktail dresses... No, Swing dresses... No. Its hopeless. I started packing my wardrobe back up feeling slightly deflated until I came to the last dress. It's perfect. It is a deep ocean blue which is my colour. It is a long style dress that is below the knee but doesn't touch the floor and a slit along the right side of the leg that stops three quarters up my thigh. The top half is sleeveless with a deep 'v' line. This dress, the white mask, dark smoky make-up with a curly up do and I will be all good to go to this mystery masked ball. Maybe this is the invitation to my new start. A fresh start.