tornado // h.s.

tornado; seventeen

C H A P T E R    S E V E N T E E N 

                           

“the best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” 

                 » ernest hemingway

I PATTED my dress, ridding any wrinkles that formed when I tried slipping it on. It was made of delicate blue lace, the sleeves reaching my wrists. There was a blue ribbon wrapped around my waist, allowing the dress to take in my silhouette. I traced my hands on the metal headband in my hair, it looked beautiful alongside the curled up-do. "Thank you so much," I praised the maids, they seemed so sweet. I took a note to get to know them as I'd really love to have friends who are girls and understand female struggles. 

"It's alright, now go to the garden! You'll be late!" 

I gave them one last smile before practically darting down the stairs.

I stepped into the garden, greeted by the spring breeze. I was looking for Emmanuel, before a hand was placed on my shoulder.

I smiled and turned around.

"Harry?" I asked before a new song began and he pulled me in, swaying around to the music.

"I'm sorry." he apologized.

"For what?" 

"Everything. I know you practically hate me but I do hope you forgive me,"

"What do you really want?" 

"Nothing... Come closer," he awkwardly spoke, his eyes traveling behind me. 

"Are you okay? I'm Ocean, incase you've forgotten." I waved my hand infront of his face before his grip on my waist tightened.

"I know, I know," his eyes met mine and he was moving closer and closer and closer and I didn't know what the hell was going on but I didn't care.  He pulled me in for a hug and leaned down to nuzzle my nose before pressing his lips to mine. At first it was gentle, like he was afraid to hurt me, but as soon as I began kissing him back he responded by holding my face with both his hands, and kissed me with so much passion that I saw stars. Where do I put my hands? Behind his neck? On his back? 

He smiled into the kiss and pulled my hands up to his back, answering my questions. 

"You're lucky the bride and groom weren't here to see this. Are you trying to embarrass me?" Emmanuel interrupted. 

"I- I don't know what happened. I'm sorry," 

"No she's not. You better get your act together Emmanuel, or else your little princess will be in the hands of another. Goodbye," Harry smiled and walked out.

And suddenly it was all clear to me. 

He was only playing a sick little game to get Emmanuel to agree to his plan. 

"I'm disappointed in you." 

"I'm disappointed in myself, too," I replied.

Emmanuel and I were dancing to the music, him whispering in my ear.

"Do you like him?"

"No, of course not," 

"Then why'd you kiss him back?" 

"I- I don't know," 

"I'm sorry. But I don't want to play this game. I'll introduce you both to the world soon and maybe you'll get the chance to live an ordinary life without me forcing you to be with me. I thought you wanted this, us," he gestured between me and him,"just as much as I did. Unfortunately not." he stopped dancing and stuffed his hands in his suit pockets. 

"Goodbye Ocean," 

And I stood there; shocked, alone, sad, but infuriated that I let Harry do this to me. I shouldn't have lead Emmanual on. I shouldn't have listened to Harry or kissed him or even danced with him. I was so stupid to think any of this could actually happen to me, Ostracized Ocean. 

I wish I hadn't come to the wedding.

I left the wedding, even though I didn't get the chance to see the bride and groom, I could honestly care less. I don't even know them, for goodness sake. I just wanted to be alone. I told the maids everything, and they attempted to comfort me whilst I shed many, many, tears. They didn't feel comfortable around me, and I didn't really feel that comfortable around them but I needed someone, anyone.

I felt so stupid and weak and  I hated it. Why did I have to be so dependant on people?

Can't I be one of those emotionless people? Argh. 

 I pulled my legs to my chest as one of the maids rubbed my back.

My heart jumped when he walked in the room.

"Miss Ocean is tired, please come later," one of the maids tried to shoo him away.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"I want you to understand what I did was for  the best for both of us," 

"Okay," I answered bluntly.

"Alright. I'm heading off," he shoved his hands awkwardly in his pocket, and with a sigh, he left the room.

Wasn't today such a wonderful day? Hence the strong use of sarcasm.

a/n

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next update: idk when as soon as i can bc finals lol 

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trying to make this long lol ok bye 

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[not edited so bear with me its 12 am] 

[pic of her dress is on the side!!!!!!!!!!!]