Darling Harbor (Niall Horan)

Chapter 26: Sucking it Up

Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

Bree’s POV

“Eat your feelings,” is probably the worst advice I have gotten from Jackie but somehow it has been useful, psychology wise. But if you’re concerned with your figure—to which I’m not—, I suggest you don’t do it.

I’ve been slumped in the long couch for like countless hours now after the stressful Day 1 of the video shoot earlier. The whole lounge room would have been completely dim without the flickering lights coming from the TV screen, as Jackie suggested that we should also at least watch a movie – a scary movie that I know it kills her to watch with me, but for my sake, she’d challenged herself.

We decided on Orphan. I actually watched this for like twice or three times now and I am still very impressed at Isabelle Fuhrman’s performance, considering she was pretty much younger when she did the movie. She was really scary—judging by the looks of Jackie whose eyes are peeking beneath her fingers that she closes together once the scene gets too intense for her to take.

From her constant obnoxious screaming and swearing, I would somehow shoot her a pointed look in mock protest. But somehow I am thankful for that as it would, even just a bit, yank me out of my thoughts.

A thick cloak is covering the lower part of my body as I devour on the culpable sweetness of the half gallon of chocolate ice cream in my hand. My eyes are glued on the TV screen, though I am not into the movie—at least not this time. I feel like committing suicide at every spoonful that I shove in my mouth, although it helps in shoving aside the thoughts of Niall’s voice resonating in my head bellowing ‘hypocrite’ countless times.

“There she is! Behind you! Oh fu-“ Jackie frantically jumps on her seat, pointing on the TV screen, as if the lead character would see her.  She would have been swearing again if her stare hadn’t just gravitated at my warning glare before she returns to the screen. “Fudge! I mean fudge. Oh gosh, this movie is really unnerving! Fudge!” She cusses, rubbing her forehead in distress and I just chuckle quietly at her. It’s her choice, so might as well suck it up.

With a loud buzz from behind the door, she takes it as an opportunity to finally save herself from the trouble and bolts out of her seat with a very relieved sigh. She then walks across the room, blindly grasping on the wall before she flicks the lights on, making the room completely bright.

Our eyes squint, adjusting from being under the darkness for too long.

I watch from the corner of my eyes as she walks into the foyer of our apartment before she disappears. I then hear the door being opened before I return my sight to the screen once again, completely ignoring the possible person who was behind the door. For all I care, it would have been a delivery guy, or something.

“Bree, we’ve got company.” I hear Jackie tells me from a bit distance and I quickly snap my head up at her, beholding the additional two figures standing just by doorway of the lounge.

Frantically, I scramble out of the couch after cautiously placing the half gallon of ice cream to the centre table. I put away the cloak, tossing it to the love seat that Jackie was occupying just a while ago and flick the TV off before I can stand firmly to face the visitors.

I swear, all the while, I could hear Jackie’s quiet and sadistic giggles at the current state I am in.

I heave a silent sigh, before straightening my clothes that are rather unusual for them to see me on. I am on a large T-shirt and long black leggings. Not like they usually cared about what I wore before, but I am working with them professionally now.