You Are My Eyes (Haven't been edited)
Pretending (Chapter 17)
(Ivy’s P.O.V)
“Ivy? Harry? Dinner is ready dear,” Margret yelled as she knocked the door.
I know Harry’s face was increasingly close to mine but Margret’s voice quickly made us pull apart. I was a little disappointed as his body heat disappeared from me, I wonder what would happened if we weren’t interfered, would he kiss me again?
Oh stop it Ivy….why would he kiss you again? There is no reason to remember…so don’t hold your breath…
“Umm let’s go eat dinner yeah?” Harry asked and his voice sounded shaky somehow. Without a doubt, I can sense the awkwardness in the room but I brushed it off. “Yeah…come on lets go,” I replied happily while making my way towards the door.
“Are you too o.k.?” was the first thing Margret asked as we took our seats in the dinner table, “of course we are o.k. why wouldn’t we,” Harry answered with his voice slightly off edge. “We just heard a thud from the room that’s all…we were worried that one if you might be hurt,” Margret explained softly. She sure does have the most calming and soothing voice ever.
“Well we are fine,” Harry snapped and I put my hand on his thigh to calm him down. I seriously don’t know why I did that but I didn’t want him to be angry at his sweet step-mother who was just genuinely concerned. “Sorry,” he mumbled quietly but it was loud enough for everyone to hear since it was dead silent.
Everyone dropped what they were doing I am assuming because I could hear the clanking of the knives and forks hitting the multiple plate. Even I was surprised by his sudden apology, I wasn’t expecting that and I can tell no one else was expecting that either.
“No! No…you don’t have to apologies Harry,” Margret assured him but from her tone I can tell that she was extremely happy with his sudden apology. Margret seemed to love Harry as if he was her own son but Harry is the one who is not returning the love. I don’t blame him, but he should at least appreciate her generosity. She isn’t like the evil step mother in Cinderella and as a matter of fact she is quite the opposite.
“So Ivy…you are staying with us for a while?” Kevin questioned without any judgements and only now that I realized that I haven’t actually asked him the permission. “I am terribly sorry for forgetting to ask the permission from you Principle…Kevin, is it o.k. if I stay here in the meantime while I try to find a place of my own?” I asked nervously.
I know both Harry and Margret have allowed me to stay here but I am not sure about Kevin, I mean he is the man of the house.
I could feel Harry’s hand engulfed over mine under the table and I just realized that I haven’t taken my hand away from his thigh after trying to calm him down. It seems like the table has turned, he is the one who is comforting me now.
“No! Of course it is not a problem, you can stay as long as you like,” he told me and he sounded way happier than I expected. “Good because even if you said no…Ivy is still staying,” Harry added rudely even though it wasn’t necessary. I am glad he did though…at least it shows that he cares….wait! Does he care about me?
“What about you Harry? Are you staying?” Margret asked after a long silent and Harry didn’t answer, so I squeezed his hand a little as a sign of telling him to be nice. “Um…yeah…I will be staying here…I don’t really like boarding school, the place is a mess,” he finally answered. “What? What do you mean it is a mess?” Kevin quickly asked with a panic voice.
“Have you been living under a rock or something? People are throwing parties every weekends and the place is filthy…what type of school principal are you? Do you get paid for just sitting in your office all day or something?” Harry told his dad annoying.
“No! As matter of fact I don’t and the boarder inspector told me that everything was fine…but thanks for the information son,” Kevin said with appreciation. “Don’t call…” I squeezed Harry’s hand once more to stop him from fighting back with his dad and surprisingly he didn’t finish his sentence.
“I am sooooo happy you are staying here….you could play with some of my transformer, Zayn never plays with me…you can be Bumblebee….he is my favorite,” Mattie exclaimed excitedly and come to think of it, I haven’t heard a word from Zayn. He is not here is he?
“Umm where is Zayn?” I asked worriedly, Zayn is not the type of son that would miss a dinner with his family.
“He had to stay behind for student council meeting or something,” Margret informed me. I didn’t know he was in student council….but I am not surprised. Zayn is the type of guy that would like to make the school for the better.
“Aww Zayn is such a helpful boy…Margret I would like to say that you have the best son ever, Zayn is the most amazing person I have ever met on this planet,” I told her truthfully and Harry dropped my hand after I said that. Why did he stop holding me hand? Was he jealous that I talk highly of Zayn?
Or maybe your hand was getting sweaty and he finds it disgusting.
“I am full,” Harry stated getting up from his chair and stomped off. O.K.… I don’t know what changed his mood and he was fine just a second ago. I have to remember that he is bipolar sometimes. “You have no idea how grateful we are towards you Ivy…Harry would never stay with us if it wasn’t because of you…in fact he wouldn’t even come near us…so for that we are thankful,” Kevin told me once Harry disappeared I am assuming.
What? Why are they thanking me for? I haven’t done anything and Harry is staying here because he wants to? I am not sure….but it wasn’t because of me that’s for sure. Plus….they are the one who is letting me stay here.
“Oh you don’t have to thank me….I am the one who should be thanking you for letting me stay,” I explained to them truthfully. “No! You staying here is not a problem at all….we love Harry dearly and we want to get to know him more….but since he decided he didn’t want to live with us…well we never had the chance to you know?” Margret sighed. “He guarded his walls well and I think you will be the first one to break it,” Margret continued a bit happier now.
What? What is she talking about? Me breaking Harry’s wall? That boy barely talks to me….and I am sure…like on hundred percent sure that we will not able to hold a conversation without an argument for more than ten minute.
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(Harry’s P.O.V)
“Ivy wake up,” I shook her to wake up from her nightmare. Even though I am extremely pissed because of her, I couldn’t stand it when I heard her screamed and walked in to find her shaking with tears. I don’t know why I was angry at her, but from the moment she mentioned Zayn…I couldn’t stand it and the way she talks so highly of him. I am certain that I am not jealous but I can’t help the weird feeling inside me. This girl is making me feel weird stuff.
“Wake up Ivy it is just another nightmare,” I told her once more. This is the second day she’s been in our…I mean Kevin’s house and this is the second time she’s having a nightmare. Does she normally have it all the time? Everyday? Did anyone wake her up from her dreadful nightmares?
Oh who am I kidding…she live with that bitch of course she wouldn’t be bothered to wake Ivy up. Where are her parents?
“Harry? Oh it is just a dream,” Ivy said once she opened her eyes and saw me. But she is still crying her head off and there was nothing I could do but just hugged her and comfort her.
“Could you make me Milo again?” she asked timidly once her crying has come to an end and her breathings are back to normal. “I knew it….I knew that you cannot go a day without my Milo,” I joked arrogantly trying to cheer her up and she smiled a little.
“You know what? I think you are right…as a matter of fact you should make it for me before I go to sleep, so I don’t get nightmares,” she told me wiping her last tear drop. I smiled at her answer and she actually might be right as well.
I would do anything for her to stop having such nightmares like this. I don’t know what she dreamed about but I know enough to tell that they were not good. Of course they are not good…what type of nightmares bring joy to people?
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I woke up with Ivy snuggled up closely to me with her arm wrapped around my waist. Yes! I don’t have a shirt on and plus she can’t see me anyway. I could technically wear nothing and she wouldn’t have a clue, but I am not that nasty. For some reason I just stared at her and smiled like a crazy idiotic person. I am also holding her tightly as well and she fits so perfectly in my arms, as if she belonged there.
Gosh! I sounded like a girl just then. But I could happily say that Ivy is the first girl that actually argued back with me. Who doesn’t agree with me on everything and the most important of all, she is the first girl that I see more than my sexual need.
I know I am a horrible person but it is the truth. I normally use girls because of my crazy hormones but with Ivy…I was satisfied enough to see her smile. I know….I’m such a sappy at this moment in time…see Ivy makes me weird.
“You know staring is rude,” Ivy said waking me up from my crazy thoughts, “hey! How do you know I was staring at you? I could be a sleep,” I sassed back and I was disappointed that she sat up because her warmth is no longer present.
“Huh…see you just said it yourself…you were staring because you said you could be a sleep…but you weren’t,” she fights back cheekily, “well it’s hard not to star when you have such a beautiful girl sleeping on your arm,” I blurted out without realizing what just came out of my mouth. Why is my mouth speaking for my mind?
“Um…sorry?” Ivy replied all embarrassed and I could see that her cheeks were turning red. I am no different, if she could see me right now because I am burning with embarrassment. Giving someone a compliment or calling some girl beautiful is something I don’t do.
But Harry….Ivy is not some girl is she?
(Ivy’s P.O.V)
I can’t believe Harry just called me beautiful. I know I am being extremely girly at the moment but I am so happy. I mean my parents called me beautiful, Zayn called me beautiful and Margret called me beautiful, so what made Harry’s compliment so different? Most important of all, why am I so happy and getting all girly over about it?
The drive to school was quite but it was a comfortable quite. “Thank you for the ride Harry,” I thanked him and quickly got off his car. I know Harry wouldn’t want to be seen near me at school…well yesterday he sort of just made that clear when he didn’t answer my statements about pretending that we don’t exist when we are at school. I know it’s weird…we share beds but pretend that neither of us exist when we were at school.
“Ivy…wait up,” I could hear Tom yelled from the distance. “Hey Tom, how are you?” I greeted him, “I am very good…umm…what is your last name?” he asked emphasizing the word ‘your’. I laughed at his question because remembering yesterday.
“My last name is Jones…Ivanna Jones,” I told him with a smile.
“Ivy? Harry? Dinner is ready dear,” Margret yelled as she knocked the door.
I know Harry’s face was increasingly close to mine but Margret’s voice quickly made us pull apart. I was a little disappointed as his body heat disappeared from me, I wonder what would happened if we weren’t interfered, would he kiss me again?
Oh stop it Ivy….why would he kiss you again? There is no reason to remember…so don’t hold your breath…
“Umm let’s go eat dinner yeah?” Harry asked and his voice sounded shaky somehow. Without a doubt, I can sense the awkwardness in the room but I brushed it off. “Yeah…come on lets go,” I replied happily while making my way towards the door.
“Are you too o.k.?” was the first thing Margret asked as we took our seats in the dinner table, “of course we are o.k. why wouldn’t we,” Harry answered with his voice slightly off edge. “We just heard a thud from the room that’s all…we were worried that one if you might be hurt,” Margret explained softly. She sure does have the most calming and soothing voice ever.
“Well we are fine,” Harry snapped and I put my hand on his thigh to calm him down. I seriously don’t know why I did that but I didn’t want him to be angry at his sweet step-mother who was just genuinely concerned. “Sorry,” he mumbled quietly but it was loud enough for everyone to hear since it was dead silent.
Everyone dropped what they were doing I am assuming because I could hear the clanking of the knives and forks hitting the multiple plate. Even I was surprised by his sudden apology, I wasn’t expecting that and I can tell no one else was expecting that either.
“No! No…you don’t have to apologies Harry,” Margret assured him but from her tone I can tell that she was extremely happy with his sudden apology. Margret seemed to love Harry as if he was her own son but Harry is the one who is not returning the love. I don’t blame him, but he should at least appreciate her generosity. She isn’t like the evil step mother in Cinderella and as a matter of fact she is quite the opposite.
“So Ivy…you are staying with us for a while?” Kevin questioned without any judgements and only now that I realized that I haven’t actually asked him the permission. “I am terribly sorry for forgetting to ask the permission from you Principle…Kevin, is it o.k. if I stay here in the meantime while I try to find a place of my own?” I asked nervously.
I know both Harry and Margret have allowed me to stay here but I am not sure about Kevin, I mean he is the man of the house.
I could feel Harry’s hand engulfed over mine under the table and I just realized that I haven’t taken my hand away from his thigh after trying to calm him down. It seems like the table has turned, he is the one who is comforting me now.
“No! Of course it is not a problem, you can stay as long as you like,” he told me and he sounded way happier than I expected. “Good because even if you said no…Ivy is still staying,” Harry added rudely even though it wasn’t necessary. I am glad he did though…at least it shows that he cares….wait! Does he care about me?
“What about you Harry? Are you staying?” Margret asked after a long silent and Harry didn’t answer, so I squeezed his hand a little as a sign of telling him to be nice. “Um…yeah…I will be staying here…I don’t really like boarding school, the place is a mess,” he finally answered. “What? What do you mean it is a mess?” Kevin quickly asked with a panic voice.
“Have you been living under a rock or something? People are throwing parties every weekends and the place is filthy…what type of school principal are you? Do you get paid for just sitting in your office all day or something?” Harry told his dad annoying.
“No! As matter of fact I don’t and the boarder inspector told me that everything was fine…but thanks for the information son,” Kevin said with appreciation. “Don’t call…” I squeezed Harry’s hand once more to stop him from fighting back with his dad and surprisingly he didn’t finish his sentence.
“I am sooooo happy you are staying here….you could play with some of my transformer, Zayn never plays with me…you can be Bumblebee….he is my favorite,” Mattie exclaimed excitedly and come to think of it, I haven’t heard a word from Zayn. He is not here is he?
“Umm where is Zayn?” I asked worriedly, Zayn is not the type of son that would miss a dinner with his family.
“He had to stay behind for student council meeting or something,” Margret informed me. I didn’t know he was in student council….but I am not surprised. Zayn is the type of guy that would like to make the school for the better.
“Aww Zayn is such a helpful boy…Margret I would like to say that you have the best son ever, Zayn is the most amazing person I have ever met on this planet,” I told her truthfully and Harry dropped my hand after I said that. Why did he stop holding me hand? Was he jealous that I talk highly of Zayn?
Or maybe your hand was getting sweaty and he finds it disgusting.
“I am full,” Harry stated getting up from his chair and stomped off. O.K.… I don’t know what changed his mood and he was fine just a second ago. I have to remember that he is bipolar sometimes. “You have no idea how grateful we are towards you Ivy…Harry would never stay with us if it wasn’t because of you…in fact he wouldn’t even come near us…so for that we are thankful,” Kevin told me once Harry disappeared I am assuming.
What? Why are they thanking me for? I haven’t done anything and Harry is staying here because he wants to? I am not sure….but it wasn’t because of me that’s for sure. Plus….they are the one who is letting me stay here.
“Oh you don’t have to thank me….I am the one who should be thanking you for letting me stay,” I explained to them truthfully. “No! You staying here is not a problem at all….we love Harry dearly and we want to get to know him more….but since he decided he didn’t want to live with us…well we never had the chance to you know?” Margret sighed. “He guarded his walls well and I think you will be the first one to break it,” Margret continued a bit happier now.
What? What is she talking about? Me breaking Harry’s wall? That boy barely talks to me….and I am sure…like on hundred percent sure that we will not able to hold a conversation without an argument for more than ten minute.
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(Harry’s P.O.V)
“Ivy wake up,” I shook her to wake up from her nightmare. Even though I am extremely pissed because of her, I couldn’t stand it when I heard her screamed and walked in to find her shaking with tears. I don’t know why I was angry at her, but from the moment she mentioned Zayn…I couldn’t stand it and the way she talks so highly of him. I am certain that I am not jealous but I can’t help the weird feeling inside me. This girl is making me feel weird stuff.
“Wake up Ivy it is just another nightmare,” I told her once more. This is the second day she’s been in our…I mean Kevin’s house and this is the second time she’s having a nightmare. Does she normally have it all the time? Everyday? Did anyone wake her up from her dreadful nightmares?
Oh who am I kidding…she live with that bitch of course she wouldn’t be bothered to wake Ivy up. Where are her parents?
“Harry? Oh it is just a dream,” Ivy said once she opened her eyes and saw me. But she is still crying her head off and there was nothing I could do but just hugged her and comfort her.
“Could you make me Milo again?” she asked timidly once her crying has come to an end and her breathings are back to normal. “I knew it….I knew that you cannot go a day without my Milo,” I joked arrogantly trying to cheer her up and she smiled a little.
“You know what? I think you are right…as a matter of fact you should make it for me before I go to sleep, so I don’t get nightmares,” she told me wiping her last tear drop. I smiled at her answer and she actually might be right as well.
I would do anything for her to stop having such nightmares like this. I don’t know what she dreamed about but I know enough to tell that they were not good. Of course they are not good…what type of nightmares bring joy to people?
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I woke up with Ivy snuggled up closely to me with her arm wrapped around my waist. Yes! I don’t have a shirt on and plus she can’t see me anyway. I could technically wear nothing and she wouldn’t have a clue, but I am not that nasty. For some reason I just stared at her and smiled like a crazy idiotic person. I am also holding her tightly as well and she fits so perfectly in my arms, as if she belonged there.
Gosh! I sounded like a girl just then. But I could happily say that Ivy is the first girl that actually argued back with me. Who doesn’t agree with me on everything and the most important of all, she is the first girl that I see more than my sexual need.
I know I am a horrible person but it is the truth. I normally use girls because of my crazy hormones but with Ivy…I was satisfied enough to see her smile. I know….I’m such a sappy at this moment in time…see Ivy makes me weird.
“You know staring is rude,” Ivy said waking me up from my crazy thoughts, “hey! How do you know I was staring at you? I could be a sleep,” I sassed back and I was disappointed that she sat up because her warmth is no longer present.
“Huh…see you just said it yourself…you were staring because you said you could be a sleep…but you weren’t,” she fights back cheekily, “well it’s hard not to star when you have such a beautiful girl sleeping on your arm,” I blurted out without realizing what just came out of my mouth. Why is my mouth speaking for my mind?
“Um…sorry?” Ivy replied all embarrassed and I could see that her cheeks were turning red. I am no different, if she could see me right now because I am burning with embarrassment. Giving someone a compliment or calling some girl beautiful is something I don’t do.
But Harry….Ivy is not some girl is she?
(Ivy’s P.O.V)
I can’t believe Harry just called me beautiful. I know I am being extremely girly at the moment but I am so happy. I mean my parents called me beautiful, Zayn called me beautiful and Margret called me beautiful, so what made Harry’s compliment so different? Most important of all, why am I so happy and getting all girly over about it?
The drive to school was quite but it was a comfortable quite. “Thank you for the ride Harry,” I thanked him and quickly got off his car. I know Harry wouldn’t want to be seen near me at school…well yesterday he sort of just made that clear when he didn’t answer my statements about pretending that we don’t exist when we are at school. I know it’s weird…we share beds but pretend that neither of us exist when we were at school.
“Ivy…wait up,” I could hear Tom yelled from the distance. “Hey Tom, how are you?” I greeted him, “I am very good…umm…what is your last name?” he asked emphasizing the word ‘your’. I laughed at his question because remembering yesterday.
“My last name is Jones…Ivanna Jones,” I told him with a smile.
Notes
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6/20/16