The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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Bee's POV

I stood leaned up against the brick front of my apartment building, taking deep steady breaths as the evening breeze made my hair gently sway, feeling the shorter layers around my face brush lightly against my cheeks. The sun was low in the sky and I admired the cotton candy clouds. 

I wasn't sure what car to look for, which was the only aspect of all this that I was feeling anxious about. I wished Harry would have at least told me the make and model, or the license plate number, or the driver's name. I did not like the lack of control.

I looked down at myself, admiring the sparkles of my pantsuit in the evening light. I wore just a purple bralette underneath the blazer, knowing that the crowded venue would invite sweat and I didn't want to be too uncomfortable. All I'd have to do is unbutton my jacket to let the air hit me. I had on my worn-in black low top converse which were pretty much completely hidden by the wide legs of my pants.

I had on a good amount of mascara, and I did my eyeshadow for the first time in awhile - pink and purple eyeshadow with a smattering of gold glitter across my eyelids and a bit of gold and silver glitter scattered in my hair and on my face. 

It was pretty fun getting ready for a night out that would be more than just getting drinks at a bar. I had been high on adrenaline, shaking slightly as I round brushed my hair. I smoked half of a joint which helped me relax and inspired me to eat another one of the many meals Harry had sent over to me, before putting on my makeup. Then right before I left, I tossed back one shot of whiskey. I raised it and muttered to myself, "To making the most of it."

I opened the zipper of my purse at the front of my hip and pulled out my phone to see it was 5:59 PM. Putting the phone back and zipping up the purse, I scanned the road for any car that looked like it might be for me.

A few moments later, I noticed a shiny black SUV pull up. I eyed it for a moment, waiting before making any moves toward it, just in case it wasn't actually my ride.

But when the hazard lights turned on and the driver hopped out, looking right at me and walking around to the back passenger seat, I shifted from my spot and took a couple steps forward. I looked at the license plate on the front, reading it three times to memorize it.

The man was wearing a fitted black suit and tie with a white dress shirt. He looked to be in his 40's and was mostly bald, and he wore a small smile on his face.

"Hello Beatrice," he said, standing in his spot by the door. "I was told to look for long blond hair and silver sequins." His polite smile grew slightly and I walked the last few feet to meet him by the door.

I gave him a small smile, appreciating his kind demeanor but feeling a bit hesitant. I squared my shoulders and stuck my hand out, and when he took it I shook his hand firmly. "Well, that's me," I said as I looked into his eyes. They were a light brown color, like honey. "Nice to meet you..." I raised my brows and waited for him to introduce himself.

He glanced down at our hands for a second as I had his gripped pretty hard. His expression became more serious so I assume he sensed my apprehension. "I'm Aaron. I'm Harry's driver," he said, reciprocating my eye contact.

I exhaled lightly and dropped his hand. I smiled apologetically. "This is a bit of a new experience for me. I wasn't given any contact information, or details about who to look for, or what car or anything." I fiddled with my purse strap.

Aaron stepped back and opened the door. His small smile returned. "No need to explain. It's good to be cautious." He gestured for me to get in so I slid in onto the black leather seat. He glanced down to the floor where my feet were. I realized he was making sure my wide pants made it all the way into the door so he didn't shut it on them, which made me smile at him. He nodded before shutting the door then walked around to the driver seat.