Zoella's POV For some reason, I found it hard to be mad at Niall. I guessed he didn't know – yet it still upset me. I hated telling people about my parents. It made them pity me and I didn't want that. In fact, I hated when people pitied me. One of the reasons I had this job was so that people wouldn't just think of me as a little innocent girl who couldn't take care of herself, because I could. I shifted my position on the stairs and wiped away my tears. I had been sitting on the second flight of stairs for about ten minutes. I heard steps behind me and turned around to see Niall with a very sorry looking face. We just looked at each other. Just for a bit. After, I didn't know why but I patted the space on the stair next to me, indicating for him to sit down. He gave me a hopeful look and came to sit next to me. "Look Niall, I – " I began, but he stopped me first. "No Zoe, listen to me first. I'm just going to say it straight. I've been a total dick to you. I was only being sour because I was thinking about how hard it was for me, which it isn't, really. I realize now that it's a lot harder for you as you have to come live with five strangers you only met yesterday and leave your home, your life. And I'm sure me saying that a girl couldn't be my bodyguard annoyed you. Okay, I know it did." He said with a little chuckle. "But I guess what I'm trying to say is that now I can see that you are capable and I was just being an idiot. And about before, I'm really sorry about your parents, I had no idea what you had been through … again, I'm really sorry, Zoe. For everything." Niall finished. I was speechless. I was going to apologise for overreacting. "Thank you," I said, but it came out as a whisper. I gave hi... ... middle of paper ... ...py right now. "Why are you smiling Niall? Now Louis has her!" Harry said as he paced up and down the stairs. What had gotten into this man? Never had I seen him like this. Why was he so protective? Okay, that was a stupid question considering I knew the answer but still … "Really, Harry, you need to calm. Do you actually think something would happen? One, Zoe's not that type of girl. Two, Louis isn't that type of boy and three, Louis has Eleanor!" I rolled my eyes at him before deciding to just take the stairs and go back up to my room. Louis and Zoe couldn't have a thing going on, right? Well, in fact I knew for definite that they didn't because Louis had Eleanor and he loved her SO much. And Harry – what if she liked Harry? What if she picked him? Harry loved her, who's to say she couldn't love him? No, no, no, no. That couldn't be right. Couldn't it?
Louise receives the news with overwhelming grief and tears where others would have been shocked into disbelief. Her grief is short lived as she begins to imagine her future alone. Any burdens Louise had felt were lifted at her thoughts of being free to live for herself. As she sits in her room digesting all the mixed emotions running through her mind and heart, Louise experiences the fact that her marriage of discontent was over. Unbeknownst to others, she longed for independence and a will of her own.
I don't remember how or where we are standing anymore. The only thing I remember: his gaze towards me is oblique.
You were so happy. You blushed and beamed at him. "Sure I will! It's a date!" you exclaimed.
Perspective in a work like Lolita is extremely vital and is the defining factor of this novel. Contrary to what the reader might initially expect from a story about a sexual predator, Humbert Humbert presented himself as well-read and comical friend with a minute problem. This idea was shown by the quote from page 93 which stated, “We are unhappy, mild dog-eyed gentlemen, sufficiently well integrated to control our urge in the presence of adults, but ready to give years and years of our life for one chance to touch a nymphet. Emphatically, no killers are we. Poets never kill.” (Nabokov 93) Despite this claim from our narrator, the statement is contradictory to the climax of the novel. When Humbert learned Lolita willingly left the hospital
Nicholas gritted his teeth and shouted. “I hate you. I hate you. You didn’t need a friend, you were grown up. It’s not fair. You knew how to survive.”
he calms down. Harry tells them no and finially they head twoard the door. As
I beheld an expression of shock when I realized who it was that had come to visit. Honestly, Heather Densen was the the very last person I expected to come and see me when I was injured by one of her little followers. My shoulders hunched a bit as I blushed, flustered that my hopes had gotten up. I had been hoping for Brendan to have come back from the dragons. I cleared my throat, and addressed her calmly.
"Yes." He held out his hand and I took it. We both decided to leave, so I said goodbye and congratulations to my sister and Daniel. Daniel followed me and asked to speak to me. No butterflies and my heart didn't skip a single beat. A great sign!
Harry rolled around on his bunk, the emptiness beside him prominent as he shivered, missing the body heat of a certain sun-kissed, blue-eyed boy. He tried to imagine Louis’ arms wrapped protectively around him, tried to imagine being pulled tightly into his chest, and tried to imagine his fingers tracing circles into his back.
“Yeah.” I mumbled back, I have never been too great with small talk, and tend to have sort of an awkward disposition. After everything was back in my bag he asked, “So, where you headed?”.
As weeks pass, Harry sticks inside Louis’ mind, and the spaces of his breathing, and in the chambers of his heart, and in the whines of his breath. It was shocking, to say the least, because Louis is use to having little crushes that come and go as more exciting things learn...
We sat side by side for sometime until we acknowledge the other's presence with quick glances. Finally I decided I was the one who had to take the first step.
involvement: “You might be thinking who is this Harry Potter girl? And what is she
“So nice to meet you, see you around” he said and we stared at each other for a while and then continued on.
As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.