… The Next Night (At the Gucci Fashion show)…
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Melody's POV:
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Everyone is in white, even the decoration and the podium. All I see is white, but who ever said that colours could be cheerful? Here I am wearing the exact colour (http://www.polyvore.com/white_heart/set?id=116899256&lid=3328693), but I’m in no better condition internally. Instead of all the white, I want to see light brown, I want to see emerald green, and I want to see luscious pink… Yes these are the colours that make me feel that heaven is on the door, and not white.
He is my heaven, but him disappearing turned this heaven into a harsh coloured hell. “This is amazing! How on earth did you get tickets?” Eleanor chimes in excitement, and I stare in awe at her first experience in an elite life.
“Take my life, and I would take yours at any time. Maybe if I weren’t an Elite, Harry and me would have never had issues. We would have never been fighting over silly green sheets of paper.” Eleanor rubs my back slowly, and pokes my nose softly. “No more crying tonight. Just girl fun, alright?” I nod at her and smile, even though I don’t want a smile to show, I want Harry to appear in my reflection.
The fashion show starts, as Elle gasps in wonder of each worn piece. I’m used to all of this, and it certainly isn’t my interest at the moment. All what interests me is Harry laughing with me at our silliness; making me humane than a mannequin doll. Suddenly the lights get cut out, and the played music is cut off. Everyone starts to worry as their voices tense, and frankly I fear the moment.
A spotlight is stroke on a person on stage, and I am scared to admit that my imagination is becoming reality right now. He stands with a microphone in his hand, dressed up in a tuxedo of a light grey colour. The contrast of his suit colour makes him stand out from all the rest of the white dressers. His eyes glow, radiating that heated green that I once lost from my life.
“(He pats the microphone to get everyone’s attention, then speaks nervously) Calling Miss Melody Louise Cramer. Could you please get up here?” The audience becomes silent, as I turn to a cherry tomato. Elle nudges me, and offers me her hand to step on the podium. Once I am three inches close of the dream man, he smiles. Those pink lips, those marvellous light brown curls, those jade-green eyes… HARRY!?
My body boils in a calming eruption, once his hand holds mine. I can’t make my mind function a word out, and my knees can’t hold me up any longer. My knees wiggle in the attempt to drop on the podium, but Harry’s arms hold me tighter than that to happen. “I got you.” He speaks through the microphone in warmth, and the rest of the audience is still silent, watching our combined scene.
“I want everyone to know here, that am the biggest screw up in my entire life. (The viewers gasp, and he proceeds) I don’t have money like all of you do, I didn’t attend any etiquette schools like you all did, I never finished my education like the rest of you did. I am a broke, easily tempered… (He pauses to shift his eyes from the audience to me) miserably love stroked twenty year- old lad. (My heart melts like copper bullets on the stove, and he turns his attention to the dark room again) All of you love your money, your social class, your little cocktail parties, and your priceless possessions. (He turns his face once again to me, and speaks) I don’t have any of those, but I do have a priceless possession that none of you could ever buy from me if you even combined all of your bank accounts together… Mel? (My eyes are blurry from the tears, but I manage to nod)”
He crouches on one knee, and I freeze from the action; this can’t be happening. He lifts out a box from his pocket, and opens it in a worried matter. Waiting for a shiny jewelry to shine, I gasp at what I see. It’s metal all right, but it isn’t gold, or silver…
“You melted my heart with gracing me to be a part in your life, so I melted my bike’s engine to form this ring for you… (My heart wants to jump out of my chest and kiss his fingers that wrap around the box) You hated the motorcycle, but our memories are all stored in its roaring engine… I promise you that I will finish my education, I promise you to build my career life, I promise you that I will never leave your sight no matter what the world wrote for my rebellious history, if you grant me the happiness that is yet to be built with you as my wife.”
The entire world spins around me, as this moment runs like the ending scene to a movie. He takes out the ring, and my hand uncontrollably stretches out to him. His palm is sweaty as he holds my hand, and slides in the ring on my finger. He jolts up like a thunderbolt, as his hand sneaks to cup my left cheek.
“(I whisper in a sobbing voice) I do…” He waits no longer to dive his lips over mine, as the rest of the people cheer and the lights turn on again… lighting the room like he lighted the fire in my heart again…
“I love you, Mrs. Styles.” He smiles as I catch his eyes watering like mine, after he departs our lustful kiss. “I love you more…” I cry like a little kid and he hugs me. I glance at the audience from over his shoulders, and I notice that Anne, Camille, Philip, Niall, Liam, Eleanor, and Louis are all dressed up in white and whistling for our bond. He was my pool boy, and we both swam our way to each other’s hearts… gaining a remarkable future that awaits the two of us…
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The Pool Boy
FanfictionBeauty, Wealth, and a high rated Social Life is not everything that could carve you as a perfect 20 year old. This is what Melody Cramer found out after she witnessed the depth of her emptiness. How would a single boy, that is the complete opposite...
