VALERIE

Chapter 37: Dance for You (Repost)

~REPOST~ for the sake of the ghost readers who find it hard to follow me.

NOTE: This part contains graphic scenes. Please read at your own risk. If you’re not into this kind of material, just skip to the next chapter. Thank youuu xx

 

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“Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say no when they mean yes, and drive a man out of his wits just for the fun of it. --Laurie”
-- Louisa May Alcot, Little Women

Valerie’s POV

How long have I been slumped in this long couch in the lounge area? I’ve already lost track of time since I’ve decided to finish reading a book—just something to keep my mind off things. I wouldn’t dare to watch TV either or surf the internet because I know what’s going to face me when I do. So I choose to comfortably lie on my back, my head resting against the arm of the couch, and my legs bent so that my book leans against my thigh while my eyes move from the top to the bottom of the scribbled words on each page.

I can’t help but think of Harry as I read the next set of words written on the book, “You don’t need scores of suitors. You need only one… if he’s the right one.” I do only need one. I only need him, and even if it’s too soon to conclude, I know he is the right one.

I am not sure of what the future holds for us, but I would know that no matter what, I’d always come back to him.

If there’s one thing I am proud of about our relationship, I’d say it’s the fact that we aren’t the typical couple. We’re the crazy and inimitable kind of lovebirds. Even when we were just pretending, we loved to do beyond what is expected for us. Sure, we take long romantic walks, we kiss, we hug, we’d say all the right things to each other, but we’re also beyond that. We love to do crazy things.

Since we have been officially together, we haven’t done much really. Blame it on our demanding schedules. As I continue thinking about Harry, there’s a growing pinch in my chest that doesn’t seem to budge. I can only associate the pain to the desire of being with him already. I miss him so badly.

Hearing his penetrating raspy voice through the phone isn’t enough for me. I want to see how his green eyes would glisten and his pink soft lips part whenever he speaks. I want to feel the way he sends shivers down my spine whenever he wraps his lean arms around me as he whispers the words I am always yearning to listen to. I’m so obsessed with him.

Harry and I, we are two different persons with opposite personalities, yet we’re so alike in different aspects. That’s why we complement each other. We fit to a T—like stars and the moon, bread and butter, milk and cereals, my rompers and my favourite ankle boots. The fact that I can make up some silly analogies scares me sometimes. Love has made me the sappiest person alive. I don’t even sound like my own self. Damn you, Styles!

I am distracted from flipping through the pages of my book when I hear a loud thud coming from outside the door of the flat, followed by few clicks of the knob. I quickly kick myself off of the couch and search for my slippers on the floor, setting the book aside in the process. With quick tiptoes to the kitchen, I crouch down to the cabinets to search for any weapon just in case I need to defend myself from the culprit.

I highly doubt that it’s Harry. He said their escapade in Australia is extending for another two days. Whoever this perpetrator is, I know I can knock him off with this baseball bat I found in one of the cabinets.