Adonis [h.s]

prologue

[a/n] this chapter is ugly it gets better in the chapters after this one i swear 

adelaide

I shifted uncomfortably in my black cocktail dress as my eyes scanned the room, looking for something to catch my attention.

As an assistant for the wealthy entrepreneur, Mr. Archer, attending parties full of strait-laced old men and women who only came in search of wine and wealth, was just part of my job description.

Technically, I'm supposed to be mingling with the guests and making sure everyone was being taken care of in the proper "Archer-fashion," but tonight's event was an art gala, which also meant an awfully boring display of paintings from ages ago.

How could anyone find this stuff interesting?

After wandering around a bit, I walked up to the bar and ordered a coke. I've never been much of a drinker - had always thought wine and beer tasted strange.

The bartender handed me a glass and I muttered a quick "thank you" in return - still resisting the urge to leave before the party even ended.

Nearly half-asleep, I almost didn't notice a body stumbling into the chair next to me.

I slowly looked up for my eyes to meet with the most stunning pair of emerald-green eyes I have ever witnessed.

Cliche? Yeah, tell me about it.

Now the rest of this stranger was just as attractive. He was gracefully tall with a head full of soft curls that fell at all the right places, and lips that looked so plush and pink.

The boy cleared his throat, which snapped me out of my trance, and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Harry." I immediately noticed his accent.

"Hello, I'm Adelaide... Adelaide Moreau. And uh you're not from around here are you?" I asked.

He laughed. "It's the accent, isn't it?" "But yeah you're right, I'm from Cheshire, England."

Even though we met seconds ago, something about Harry intrigued me and made me eager to know more about him. He just had this mysterious aura that you don't normally find in people.

"Oh wow that's quite far from here yeah? But I think New York does a great job at showing people a good time," I replied.

Harry smirked. "Definitely. This party on the other hand...it's um, how do I say this...i-"

"Boring?" I say as I nod my head in agreement.

Now normally I'm not the most assertive person. Correction, I am pretty much the definition of a wimp.

Throughout high school I never had the guts to ask out guys or even talk to them, but for some odd reason, this boy made me feel...different - like I should take an opportunity before it slips away.

I look Harry into his piercing green eyes. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

He smiles, revealing an adorable dimple. "Yes. Please."

We walk to the Hudson riverwalk, and take a seat on an empty bench. It's already past midnight so there aren't many people down here anyways.

New York City is stunning at night, the skyline is lit up with bright lights that reflect in the water in such a way that can captivate anyone. Magical really.

Harry and I silently sit next to each other while we marveled at the beauty of the city. Slowly my gaze shifted from the landscape to Harry himself.

I admired the way his eyes glistened in the light and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath he took.

Fuck, Adelaide Moreau, are you seriously doing this right now, you sound so creepy, I thought.