(rewritten)
I wake to the soft pitter patter of raindrops falling against my bedrooms large windows, the sound of soft snores coming from somewhere that wasn't right next to me like I presumed they should have been so I reluctantly open my eyes.
To my left I see a pair of feet with sparkly blue nail polish spread evenly over each toenail and to my right I find the bed empty. An inhumane sounding yawn leaves my parted lips, eyebrows creased in confusion as to where my friend could have disappeared too.
I lightly pushed Katy's feet away from me, being careful not to disturb her surprisingly, deep sleep. Just as I'm about to kick my feet over the edge of the bed, a head of disheveled brown waves popped up out of no where, scaring me half to death.
I jumped a little at how unsuspecting I am but laughed it off as Elysee's head slowly turns, drowsy blue eyes looking at me until she suddenly just dropped back down, a little 'donk' noise signalling she hit her head against the fluffy carpet.
"Come on, Lysee," I laughed, pushing myself off of the heavenly comfort of my bed. I lift her head and snatched a pillow from my bed. Once she looks a little more comfortable I throw one of the discarded sheets over her small body and head off down the hallway.
The TV is still playing in the lounge, being used as white noise so the apartment wouldn't feel so empty. The coffee table is still covered in the snacks and leftover pizza crusts.
I had nothing to do as of now so I decide cleaning the living area is probably a good place to start. Putting empty pizza boxes in the trashcan and dirty cups and plates into the dishwasher.
There were blankets and cushions all over the room but I didn't have the will power to fold anything just yet. The ring tone of my phone sounds, it's muffled by something, under something but what? I frantically toss all the cushions around, kicking blankets left and right until I finally find the damn thing tucked under the couch. I couldn't reach it so I use all the morning strength I can muster to push the couch back a few inches.
"Unknown Caller" flashes across the screen. Just one more ring and the caller would go straight to voice mail, but I decide to answer it since I went through all that trouble just to find it.
"Hello," My groggy morning voice breaks through the receiver.
"Even your morning voice is enticing," The familiar British accent replies, send cold chills down my spine.
My mind fully blanks.
"I take it you're still there so I'm just gonna get straight to the point. I'm going to pick you up at six give or take a few minutes, wear something....." His alluring voice drags on, unknowingly tormenting me. " Nice, wear something white, a dress preferably,"
I nod my head in response, moments after realizing that he can't see what I'm doing. I assure him that I'll wear a nice white dress if it's what would please him in even the slightest way.
Once he hangs up I throw my phone at the couch - which at this point is becoming a bad habit - and scream quietly into my hands. I didn't expect this 'date' to be so soon! I thought Harry would at least want to wait a few weeks maybe but obviously I was sadly mistaken.
***
"I can't believe this is actually happening! Our little Desiree is growing up," Katy awes.
"She'll always be our baby though, right Des?" Elysee pipes in.
"Excuse you, but I'm only younger than you by like a month at the most! So, unless you want me to take that curling iron from you and do this myself, I suggest you both stop judging my virgin self and get a move on." Elysee and Katy hold their hands up in fake surrender and I nod my head in approval with a victorious smirk.
"Someones cranky," Elysee mumbles under her breath.
"It's because of all the sex she hasn't had," Katy whispers in reply, I shake my head and groan.
"I'm right here you know!"
"Mhm, let's hope this Harry guy can bang some sense into her,"
"For the last time, there will be no "banging"" ... "At least for tonight," I add on quietly.
After twenty minutes of Elysee and Katy bickering over what was happening with my hair, they finally settle on a loosely curled, high pony tail. Elysee did my makeup which consisted of subtle eye shadow, winged eyeliner, mascara, and a vibrant red colour on my lips. Katy did my eyebrows calming she had "more experience," to which Elysee snickered but said nothing more on the subject.
It was like this the whole time. Fighting over what colours go best with my eyes and which drown me out. Playfully insulting each other each time either of them thought they had a better image in mind. And finally, after two long and exhausting hours, came the subject of what white dress I was going to wear.
Elysee had picked out a nice virginal looking dress, it was white (which is a must) and has pleats at the waist. It's pretty and all, but tonight I don't want to look pretty. I wanted to step up my game a bit, so when Kate came out of my closet with a body con dress in hand that featured a very low cut chest, my eyes widen and time stopped for just a second.
"THAT ONE!! I LIKE THAT DRESS," they're both startled by my sudden outburst but recovered quickly. Katy glances over at Elysee with a snarky little glint in her eye as if to say "Shame, my dress is better." Which I won't lie.. She's right for once.
I carefully slip into the garment, admiring myself in the full length mirror hung to my bedroom wall. I can honestly say that I've never felt this confident, I've never felt this 'sexy'.
"Wow."
"That's definitely the one," Elysee nods, her eyes the size of saucers..
"If you're luck you'll lose you virginity-"
A firm knock interrupts Katy's inappropriate dig and I couldn't have been any happier in this moment.
I put on some rose gold heels and quickly strap them up before exiting my room and heading down the hallway until finally, I'm stood in front of the door.
Taking two deep breaths I reach forward and pull open the door, the smell of what I can only imagine is 'musky man' immediately engulfs my senses, making my mind run wild and and my heart pick up speed.
Standing before me is Harry in black slacks and a white button up and. He has a pair of expensive, Italian looking leather boots on and I make a mental not not to accidental step on them at any point during the night.
In his hand he holds a dozen more of the purest white roses and my heart swells, cheeks flushed a deep crimson at the gesture.
"These are for my Rose," the words slid off his tongue, feeling like silk as they passed through one ear and out the other. He hands them over and the first thing I do is admire their pure, utter beauty. They smell like Spring on a sunny day.
"You really didn't have too," I blush. Not familiar with kind gestures.
"No I didn't, you deserve Diamonds and Pearls, so forgive me for I have sinned." I think my deep red cheeks flush a shade of crimson.
He is so captivating. Truly like no one I've ever come across before.
"Oh, and are we going on a date or were you planning for much bigger?" He makes me forget how to handle myself. Harry is just so blunt, and says everything that comes to mind without filtering himself and I'm not sure if I like it, or love it!?
"One step at a time, big boy."
