Pearl White ~A One Direction FairyTale~

You think you know how the story goes. Snow White meets some dwarves, eats an apple, falls asleep, gets kissed by a prince and lives happily ever after.

If only my life were that simple. My name's Pearl. Pearl White. And unfortunately for me, I'm never even going to get to meet my prince. Because his name is Liam Payne, and he's a member of the boy band One Direction.

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20. Finality

I didn't go to the funeral. I couldn't. I didn't want to see her body, eaten alive in starvation, those skeletal bones lying there in the coffin. I stayed, frozen in the room, numb, curled into a small ball. Liam just held me that day as I trembled inside under fragile skin. And then I got up the next day and decided I was going to do something good. All the pain and suffering in the world, and I knew I could do something to ease at least a small portion of it.

While Liam went off to the studio with his bandmates, I met with the lawyers to discuss my finances. To my surprise, the signing off was merely a formality. I had been in control of my fortune the entire time. Not to mention, Celia's money had been left to me as well. I had been written into her will as her benefactor, and this floored me as well. Why had she left me her money? Was it a way of saying she was sorry? My insides twisted. This money was tainted with poison, all the billions of pounds.

So I did what I thought was best. I donated almost all of it to various charities for eating disorders and mental health awareness, and a large amount to St. Mungo's for helping me. My only requirement was that they got hot showers instead of the nasty cold ones. The rest I set aside for a college education and living funds. Next year, I'm applying to architecture schools to work in landscape. And a photograph of that garden that Liam and I grew is in my portfolio already. Every Thursday, I go back and help volunteer in the gardens, pruning, weeding, and getting the dirt under my fingernails, delighting in the texture of loamy soil and rain-sodden compost.

Allen opened his shop, without any of my help. Smithy got a job as a counselor. Harry and Oliver are still working part time, but Harry met a very nice lady while bar-tending in his coffee shop, and now they're engaged. Twitch got a job at an auto shop. He was able to fine tune engines to perfection. Charlie became a schoolteacher, for little first years. And Thom was able to kick his gambling habit and move back in with his family.

I managed to finally meet up with Andrew and Anne. We grabbed coffee together at a small shop, and I gave them my new address, and wished them luck for University. Anne got into Cambridge. Andrew is going abroad to Princeton. Somehow, I think that they'll be ok.

As for Liam and I, well, we're taking it slow. Between the red carpet events and gossip magazines and papparazzi, there's enough stress on our relationship. Especially when One Direction goes on tour. But I'm not sitting at home watching them on the television anymore. I'm in the first row, smiling up at Liam and waving my glowstick and crying because when he's singing, he's completely different. Alive.

And after, when he's slicked back in sweat and hoarse from performing, he'll kiss me, and we'll grab some Chinese and tangle in the sheets together for a lazy Sunday morning watching the telly with a glass of wine and some grape juice for him. I'm not sure where our relationship may go. It's messy and tangled. Every now and then he struggles with the allure of alcohol. I keep the wine locked up, or out of the house, but every now and then he has a bad day.

And there are days where we fight like wolves and then apologize, each licking our respective wounds. There are days where I cry and there's nothing he can do to ease the pain. For all I know, in five year we may break up and I might never be able to speak to him again. But all I know is that now, in this moment, I love him. And he loves me. And in that, all of this is perfect.

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