Niall’s POV:
I watched her as her hands lifted from her sides, spinning in a small circle in her garden. She was like an elegant flower, beautiful and young, blossoming into what the future had in store for her. Her long brown hair lifted only slightly into the air while her body spun in slow circles making her white lace gown flair out only the slightest bit before her movements stopped. She looked and just stared at something I had yet to find as her face stayed blank, no longer holding adventure and wonder in her light brown orbs. I step only once closer, watching intently as a tall man in a black suit seems to come close to her, talking in a stern voice before grabbing her delicate arm harshly and ripping her from the dance floor. My hands ball into fists, my short nails digging into my sweaty palms as I see the man drag her away from the crowd of elegant people, all in suits and gowns as well, and stands in front of her, waving his rough hands in front of her face as she stares endlessly at the oak tree behind him, not giving him any gratification. Not showing a single interest of wanting to hear the words that sputter from his chapped lips. A faint smile spreads across my lips as his angered expression grows, but her emotionless and non caring face stays the same, still and blank. Her succulent lips part only slightly as the man rolls his eyes, sighing deeply in annoyance with my flowering girl. But when his eyes look down to her again, they seem softened. They seem delicate, like what I imagine the feeling of her body against mine. He gently touches her arm, this time very softly, looking to her with almost sad eyes. Her eyes finally avert to his before nodding in understanding and walking off, a look of boredom washing across her beautiful features. She sits down, staring blankly at the white table cloth in front of her with her small hands placed in her lap as I shift my position in my chair.
Why must she only be eighteen? A woman, that seems so perfect, a figure so curvaceous and heavenly looking, a face so pure and alluring, skin so soft and delicate, lips so succulent and devouring looking, her everything so utterly perfect, and yet still so young. She’s still so innocent and pure. But I cannot deny my feelings of intimacy for such a breathtaking beauty. I lick my slightly chapped lips as she draws the champagne glass up to her lips, sipping gently on the rim of the tube like glass, her fingers gently placed and arching around the top. As her palms press to her thighs, running her hands up and down her legs, making the white gown rise slightly before slumping over the table, her chin in her fist, a sign of boredom still prominently on her face.
I wipe the sweat off of my palms onto the silk like cloth of my pants before letting out a large shaky breath before standing up and pushing in my chair slowly. I stare at her figure once again, deciphering whether or not to follow through with such a risky task. I straighten out my black dress coat around my shoulders before exhaling shakily again and taking one step closer to the girl I’ve been watching for the past week. Every move, every step, my heart rate escalates tremendously before my black shoes seem to step right behind her chair legs. My hands begin to shake with anticipation while I examine her silk like hair up close for the first time ever before suddenly meeting the warm brown eyes that captivate me in such a simplistic way, yet it takes my breath away. Her eyes seem to flicker between mine and the rest of my features, neither of us speaking, but just admiring, staring, not breathing. I nearly gasp for air as she jumps slightly but a smile flowing out right afterwards as I nervously chuckle. My tribulations for speaking seem to grow more harsh the more I tend to look at her beautiful features up close, for maybe the last time- I’m not sure- but I hope I get many chances to admire and observe her features again and again. Her face is so beautiful, I can’t help but feel as if all of her is just as beautiful, if not more- I’m sure it’s all wonderful.
She suddenly stands from her chair, making me feel panicked, not knowing what on earth to do. Do I say hello? I’m not sure I can at the moment. My mind seems so unspeakably jumbled, her beauty makes it hard to think.
