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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13. Growing

"What do you think they're making?" asks Liam, pointing to another group.

"You mean growing?" I correct him, gently. He pouts, and I laugh. "I don't know. I just hope it's not peanuts," I shudder. "Severely allergic," I add in response to his confused expression.

"Ah. I see," he says. "Note to self, never share peanut butter and jam with Pearl."

"Yes, please. Never." 

We're planting potted roses, since it's early spring, and the roots will take easily. I add my own potted rose in the center. I had simply mentioned to Liam how much I'd loved roses, and he immediately announced we were planting them. Whether it was a friendly gesture or because he wanted to, I don't know.

They remind me of France. One year, for my eighth birthday, I told my father just to give me one of his roses. He picked and trimmed a bouquet of multicolored roses and surprised me with it on my birthday. With proper attention and a small drop of bleach added to their water, they lasted a good week and a half. But I loved them, knowing that it was something he had grown with his own hands. The memory of those roses meant more to me than anything.

I hiss as a tiny thorn slips into my glove and stabs my finger. I yank off my glove and immediately suck at the blood leaking out of my finger.

"Let me see," orders Liam, concern in his eyes.

"It's fine," I say. "Every rose has it's thorns, you know? I should have been more careful."

"Let me see," he insists, so sighing, I give him my hand. Gingerly, with muddy fingers, he puts a bandaid on.

"You don't want to get dirt on that, regardless."

"It's just a tiny pinprick, not a gaping wound. I'm not going to die from it," I say, rolling my eyes. "But thanks for the concern."

He laughs.

"You're so fiercely proud. Is it really hard for you to admit it when you need help?"

"Yeah," I say, growing silent, and focusing on planting another bush. "It was really hard to admit that I couldn't do it all myself when I first got here. I was so overwhelmed. I actually had to sit down and make a list and say 'I'm going to concentrate on this first and not think about the million other things I have to worry about'"

I bury the roots with more soil lightly, on edge slightly, waiting for his response.

"I know the feeling," Liam says lightly. I don't look at his face, but concentrate on his hands. "Did you know why I got sent here?" 

"No," I say. I haven't read anything pertaining to One Direction; I've been concerned with Celia and classes and planting.

"Well, I honestly don't know if I can talk about it," he says quietly.

"What? You can't just bring up the subject and then not talk about it," I joke.

"It's really hard for me to talk about," he says in a voice that's barely audible and I glance over at his face. His eyes are raw, filled with pain, and I stop smiling.

"Oh," I say. That's it. Oh. Nice job, Pearl. Trying to salvage myself, I add, "It doesn't matter whether you tell me or not, I honestly don't care. Don't worry, I'm not going to go fishing around gossip mags and go 'searching for the truth', I've got better things to worry myself with."

"Thanks for understanding," he says. I offer him up a smile.

"Don't worry about it."

I add a sprinkling of water for the new plants, and mop the sweat off my face.

"I'm sweating like a camel," I joke, trying to make him smile. He does crack a grin.

"Me too." He raises his arms, and I can see that his t-shirt is soaked through.

"Gross!" I splash water on him from the can, and he dumps the entire can on my head.

"It's watering time," he sings, and I yelp. 

"You jerk!" But I'm smiling, and he knows I find it hilarious. I can't stop myself. I collapse into giggles.

"Hey, guys, back to work," prods the volunteer. "You're here to make the gardens beautiful, not water each other. Do it again, and you lose privileges."

I hang my head.

"Yes ma'am. Sorry." Liam apologizes as well. Then we both make eye contact, and I snort into my gloves quietly.

"Pearl, do you want to watch television in the common room together later?" he asks, gingerly, as though he expects me to decline.

"Me? Watch television with Liam Payne? Oh, alright, but only if you insist. What show?"

"Erm...I mean Life is on BBC, if you like nature documentaries..."

"Count me in. Cute animals and incredible shots, I'm down."

For the rest of the day, I can't wipe the smile off of my face. I touch the bandaid gingerly. I don't need it. But I keep it on anyway.

"Why are you grinning like the cat that got the canary?" asks Allen. "Wait, don't tell me-"

"A certain Mr. Liam Payne?" offers up Charlie, laughing.

"Oh do shut up," I say, still smiling. "Can't I be happy? And we're just friends. Seriously." 

I can't hope that our conversations will actually lead to something. All I can do is show him that he can trust me. Friendship is more valuable then a relationship anyway. At least, that's what I keep telling myself anyway.


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