Arabella || h.s.

004.

Arabella M.

My eyes burn from the bright sunlight. I rub the back of my hands against my eyes, rubbing them. I grab a white t-shirt, a pair for shorts and style my hair. I leave my room and head downstairs. Before walking down the stairs, I lean against the railing to see people running around with decorations and setting up my party. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I see Louis, Harry and mother sitting down. They see me and say happy birthday to me.

"Darling, your father and his family are coming today" She said and a low voice. Hurt filled her voice. Talking about my father was sort of a touchy subject for my mother. When I was 12, my father left me and mother. He had been seeing a different woman behind my mothers back. She found him in bed with that woman when we came back from a party. She was furious with him. But behind all that anger, she was heartbroken. He told her that she wasn't satisfying him enough and decided to find someone better. I didn't know at the time, but now I get it. A few years later, he married her. M dads current wife had a girl that was only a year younger than me. I haven't met my dads new family since he left. From what I have heard, she was a stuck up bitch. So makes me less excited to meet her and her mother.

"Okay" I look at her. I walk pass her and get my breakfast ready. A guard came in just as my mother sat down. She signaled him to speak.

"They're here, miss" She tensed up and got out of her seat. Me and the boys got up as well and followed her. We near the doors and see three people standing there.

I look at the guy and instantly remember him. My father. He has his arm wrapped around his wife's shoulder. He's whispering something in her ear and she giggles, pecking his lips.

Okay, I've had enough.

I clear my throat and their heads snap to me. I stare at them with an intimidating stare. I can see my dad's new daughter shift from my stare. Her mother is trying to hide behind my father whilst my father was perfectly fine.

He was used to me intimidating stare at people and he knows why I do this. I only use this type of stare when I don't like someone or something. I look at my father and he's glaring at me. I glare back.

"Father" I said sternly. He rose his head like he always did when he was in control.

Not anymore, father.

"Arabella" His voice was deep and raspy. "This is Carol and her daughter-" He was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Beau" His voice was full of hatred and venom. He stands next to me with Louis on the other side, and glares at the girl which apparently her name is 'Beau'.

"Harry" She let out a breath and stared at Harry with so much adoration, pain, heartbroken and guilt.

"What are you doing here?" He gritted his teeth and you can just feel the hatred coming off of him and onto Beau.

"I came here with my dad to visit the palace and the queen and princess" She had the nerve to say my father was her father.

Oh hell nah, bitch.

"Excuse me, your father? Nah bitch, he's just your stepfather. Actually, he could give two shits about a slut" I spat at her, glaring at her. She looks offended.

"You do not talk to me like that. I demand to talk to the princess or the queen!" She stomps her foot on the ground. She looks at me with a weird look as I smirk at her.

"You are talking to the princess, slut" I have an evil smile on my face. She looks shocked and slowly backs away.

"I always knew you were a slut. You kept fucking every male walking in this town while we we're dating. You just couldn't keep your hairy legs closed, can you?" Harry's voice is filled with so much venom that makes me wonder what she had done to make him hate her so bad.

"Well at least your not fucking dating the princess. Like she would want you" She had a disgusted expression on her face.

"Actually I'm already am. And let me tell you, she's a better fuck than you ever were" He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I look away, uninterested.

"Enough! Louis, take Arabella to the library for her lessons. Harry, you will accompany them" Louis motions me as I start walking away from my father and his slutty family.

Once I got to the library, I sat down and stared at the floor. More like glaring at it. I was angry with my father. I hated Beau. I know hate is a strong word but I honestly don't care. I was wondering what Harry ever saw in her. She wasn't even pretty. She's not prettier than me, that's for sure.

Bitch.

Right now, it makes it look like I'm jealous but I'm not. Miriam Walks in and immediately gets on with the lesson. She talks about how I should act and show my manners tomorrow at my party. I told her it would be a little hard for me to be polite because of my father and his new family. After an hour and a half of lessons, I was able to leave and was given strict demands from Miriam to come back early in the morning for one last lesson. Louis escorted me to the dance studio we had installed about 2 years ago. He had a duffed bags on his shoulder and handed it to me once we reached the end of the stairs. I pass my father and his family on my way to the studio. I gave them a glare and continued walking. We arrived at the studio and i walked right in. I go in the locker room and change into a pair of spandex, sports bra and a pair of roshe's. I put my hair in a high ponytail, using a headband to keep it secured without it moving.

We all get in place and the music starts playing. I pretend my hand in the microphone while I dance. As the music plays, my body moves with the voice and beat. The song gets to the part where I have to hit the high note. It comes and my voice gives up during it. The music stops and so do the dancers. I see my choreographer walk up to me with a blank expression.

"Arabella. You need to hit that note. If you don't the entire thing would be ruined and not as planned" Lindsey says. I can only nob my head in agreement. I need to hit that high note. It's important for me and for everyone else. I can't let anyone down, especially my father is his new family.

"From the top again, and Arabella" I snap my head in her direction as she pauses whatever she was going to say. "Try to get it" She turn around and I go in position.

The music plays again and once again, I lose myself in the music and let my body do what it needs to do.

••••••••

I'm not dead! I've been busy. Finals are coming up next month and I've been stuck on what to write. Also Christmas will begin for me tomorrow.

Yass!

Love ya, Ash