Memories |H.S|

Unexpected.

"Ella, I swear to God if you aren't in the car in 5.04 seconds, I am leaving you here," exclaimed my brother, Adrien. As you can tell, he is very impatient. "Chill out! I'm coming!"
No, I wasn't. "I'm going to the car." Knew he would say that. And as soon as he said that, I dashed downstairs and was in the car before he could even blink! And as soon as I got buckled, here comes Adrien and his mopey self.
Last week during family game night, Adrien made a bet that if I won four rounds of Uno in a row, that he would drive me to the mall and pay for everything. And here we are! Isn't he such a great older brother to donate his money to a good cause? After twenty minutes of awkward silence, horrid singing of popular songs, and I spy, we arrived to our destination. So, I unbuckled and opened my door as soon as Adrien stopped the car and started walking towards the mall. "Jesus, why do you need to walk so fast?" He's so whiny and of course, he was going to complain. I'm going to milk this whole me winning situation like nobodies business. "So a certain someone can't wiggle their way out of a bet they made and lost because this girl right here owned you!" Adrien, what's good? Obviously, he knows my antics well enough to ignore them. "Shut up and go inside." I opened the glass door, while Adrien followed behind me. As soon as we were inside he said, "Here is my debit card. Only spend about $200, okay? You know what to do. I'll be here and call me if you need me." And with that he handed me the card and I was off!
A couple of hours later I had multiple bags from all different kinds of stores.
Then, suddenly, I feel someone walk up to me.
What the hell? A man with brown, disheveled, unruly hair and flushed cheeks came beside me. He was taller than me and had strikingly beautiful emerald green eyes. "Excuse me, miss?" he questioned with a strong foreign accent. I couldn't quite pin it. I also was a bit freaked out, but whatever. I was thinking so much I forgot that he was talking to me. So, I looked at him and I could barely utter a response. "Yes?" He is literally a GQ model. GQ began to grab my arm and started to walk but I stopped him. No matter how hot you are, you can't just push me around. "Will you please walk with me?" He looked quite nervous as he looked around frantically. I was scared shitless. I didn't want to be apart of whatever was going on."Oh, no thank you." I began walking faster by now, almost a jog. But GQ had no trouble keeping up. "Please? Just for five minutes?" He looked desperate. "I don't know. You could be someone trying to kill me." He smiled just a bit. "I promise I won't kill you." "That's what a killer would say." He looked amused. "But I'm not a killer." Oh, God. "They would say that too." Yep, I'm gonna die. "Why would I kill a beautiful girl like you?" Wait, GQ model with a foreign accent say what? I couldn't help but blush profusely at that comment. In my moment of weakness I couldn't help but comply. "Well, only for five minutes. That's all you get." I was still scared but I tried not to show it. "Thank you so much!" GQ looked extremely relieved. Then he hurriedly pulls me into the closest store which, unfortunately, is Victoria's Secret. Oh god. Why do you hate me? "Pick something out." he stated suddenly.
"W-what?" I couldn't help but to stutter. He smirked at my reaction. Good thing I'm in a panty store, I seem to have lost mine. "Pick something you like and try it on." He was getting a kick out of my reactions. "Why would I do that?" Why would he want me to do that?
"Because I'm buying it and might as well since we are in here." By now he began picking up random pieces of lingerie and holding them up to my body.  I probably looked like a tomato.
"You don't have to do that." I didn't want him too, but another part of me wants to undress him with my eyes. Decisions, decisions. He gestured to the pink tables around us. "Well, I want to. So, go on." I did what he said, and picked out a black lacy bra and a thong to match. If he's buying, I wanna get something sexy. A lady with brown short hair came up to me and asked if we needed a fitting room, and as I was about to decline, GQ decides for me.
"Yes, please." said the man beside me. My jaw slightly dropped at this. I can't believe what he is doing. I followed the woman to the dressing room and she opened the door for me and I thanked her and then she walked away. GQ quirked an more-perfect-than-my-eyebrows eyebrow at me. "Go on." With that I stepped through the door and locked it behind me. And I heard a deep chuckle in reply. I quickly stepped out of my clothing and tried the pieces of lacy material on. Yes, I left my own underwear on. I am not a nasty hoe. Then as I looked into the mirror, I felt beautiful, confident, and sexy. I quickly changed back into my clothing and opened the door. The hot man then got off of the wall he was leaning on.
"You like it?" he questioned with a slight smirk on his face. I think I just melted. I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I do." He then pulls me to the front and gestures for me to set the items down, which I reluctantly obliged to doing. He gives the woman a hundred dollar bill and says to keep the change. She packs the items into the notorious pink striped bag with pink tissue paper on top. I thanked her and the man and I walked out of the store. He continued to look around before letting a sigh of relief and seemed to look more relaxed than when I had met him. "Are you okay?" I asked. His face immediately lit up. "Yeah, I'm okay," He replied with a bright smile. His dimples. "You know you didn't need to do that. Especially, since I don't know your name." I really wanted to know his name. I couldn't exactly call him GQ to his face. "Believe me, I wanted to. My name is Harry. What is yours?" He winked at me. Harry? Hot. I laughed at his behavior. I smiled and stared at his olive orbs. "Briella. But most call me Bri." He nodded in approval. "It suits a beautiful girl like you." Well, at least I'm not dying today. Just getting hit on by a Greek god. No biggie. "Oh, thank you." I can't stop blushing around him. "You can repay me by giving me your number." He's so flirty."Hm. Really now?" I pretended to think it over, but of course I'm gonna give it to him. He did buy me lingerie. "Yep! All will be repaid, love." No ragrets, right? "Fine." We traded phones and I put my number in his phone. And when I got my phone back Harry's number was put in as 'Mr. Sexy '. I almost died. "Oh my god." I couldn't stop giggling. "You're so cute." He grinned at me. "If you want me to die of blood rushing to my head, please continue." He chuckled in response. "Awe, we don't want that now, do we, love?" I then look at my phone for the time and see that Adrien has tried calling me twelve times and texted me fifty, asking where I was and what was I doing. "Holy crap! I've been with you for two hours!" Harry shrugged it off. "You say that like it's a bad thing." I just rolled my eyes. "Oh, it really isn't but it kind of is- I need to go home!" I was freaking out. My parents probably thought I was dead. Harry looked worried. "Do you need me to drive you?" I can't believe he was concerned about my well being. We just met after all. "I think my brother might still be here. Hold on." I called Adrien and he quickly picks up. "Where are you?!? I couldn't find you anywhere I'm already at home and I figured you'd call me if you wanted me to come get you or something." Adrien sounded as if I'd burnt the house down. Or accidentally set fire to one of mom's cashmere sweaters. Yikes. "I'm okay. I have a friend that is going to take me home."
Adrien sounded skeptical, but agreed. "Okay. Be safe." He was about to end the call, so why not mess with him? That's what siblings are for, right? "I will. Bye, Shitface." I already started laughing my ass off. "You little shi-"
I ended the call before he could finish.
"So, I'm taking you home?" Harry ran a hand through his chocolate curls and I mentally drooled. Then I remembered he was talking to me. "Yeah, if you don't mind." I gave a smile.
"Not at all." He returned the gesture. We walked out of the mall and I followed Harry to a sleek black vehicle. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door and gestured me to get in. So I did. "Thank you, Harry." I said while getting buckled as he got in the car. "Oh, it's not problem, love. I believe that men should treat women like queens."
"That's very gentleman like of you." He seemed nonchalant. "It is what I was raised on." He started the car with a huge roar of the engine.
Woah. He backed out of the parking lot and and asked which way and I directed him towards the highway. He then turned on the radio. Which just happened to be "Don't Stop" by 5 Seconds of Summer. Didn't expect that.
"Sorry, I didn't mean fo-" Harry had rushed to turn it off when I stopped him. By singing the lyrics. "You like perfection, some kinda holiday." He looked surprised but quickly joined in. "You got me thinkin' that we can run away." He chimed in, while belting out the lyrics like his life depended on it. And with that, we sang the whole album together until we reached my home, with my awesome directions of course. I'm sad to be honest that I'm home. I'll miss hanging out with Harry.
"I'll miss you." I said honestly. Even though we had just met, it feels like I've known him for years. I enjoyed spending time with him.
"You don't have to." He looked at me with his breath taking smile. God he's gorgeous.
"We can still hang out, right?" I sounded desperate, yet I didn't really mind. He's too hot to let go of. As soon as those dimples and eyes look at you, you're done for."Yeah, if you want to." Didn't want to seem clingy. But I wanted to stare at him all day. "Of course, El." I probably looked confused. "El?" He nodded. "Your nickname for me." Duh. "Oh, then what's your's?" I called him GQ, but I'm not telling him that. "That's up to you." I then remembered his contact name on my phone. "Mr. Sexy?" I laughed at his choice of nickname. "I love it." I knew he would. He is pretty sexy. "Good!" Harry looked like he wanted to say something. I looked at him quizzically. "You wanna go grab coffee this weekend?" Holy shit. Play it cool. "Yeah. Friday? At about two o'clock?" I was screaming inside. "Sounds like a date." He smirked/ grinned and I was staring in awe. "A date huh?"
I smirked at him. He then looked worried. "Oh, if you don't want it to be one that's oka-" I interrupted him. "It sounds perfect."
He blushed a bright pink that I could see even with the smallest glimmer of moonlight. "Okay." I had to go. "Goodbye, Harry." I smiled. "Goodbye, beautiful." I leaned close to his face and kissed his still very pink cheek which darkened quickly after. I unbuckled the seat belt and was about to open the door when Harry came and opened the door for me. I then remembered about my things. "I need to grab my bags." He just started to walk to the boot. "I'll get them for you," he gave me a large dimpled smile. He opened the back of the car and got my bags and I opened my front door and he gently placed them inside. I closed it and turned to see him starting intently at me. He then softly grasped my chin and turned his head to the side and kissed my cheek. It felt like a feather. "I had to return the favor. I'll see you Friday, El." And he turned and strode toward his car and opened his door, but before getting in, he waved at me and then got in the car and drove away from my house. I then quickly went inside, grabbed my bags, ran upstairs to my room, and I screamed into my pillow.

Friday, you better get here quick.

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A/N:
Really. Freaking. Long.

Well, first chapter and I hope you enjoy.

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