Arabella || h.s.

005.

Arabella M.

After rehearsals, I go to my room and grab a random set of clothes then scurry to my bathroom. I was sweating by the time I finished dancing and I felt like my intestines were going to turn into jello or liquid. It's that bad, honestly. I turn the water on and take my clothes off. I step inside the tub and let the water drown me in my thoughts. Only one thing is on my mind.

Harry.

Why? I have no idea. What Harry said about dating me, does he want to even though we really aren't? I mean don't get me wrong but he is really and I mean really hot. But I just don't feel that way. He gets on my nerves way to much and he did so badly when I first met him. I wonder why Louis invited him to the castle after we left the party. I didn't know about it until I heard noises from my bedroom door, only to reveal a Harry and a Louis. What confuses me is why didn't I ask a guard to escort him out of the castle.

Oh wait, Louis is a guard.

Fuck me.

I get out of the bath tub and put a robe on. I walk to my closet and search for decent looking outfit for dinner. I go with a black v shirt, black jeans, black leather jacket and a pair of black ankle booties. I grab the blow dryer and pug it in. I take the towel off of my hair and brush through it. Once it's tangle free, I turn on the blow dryer and blow dry my hair. After was seemed like centuries later, I run my fingers through my hair. I feel that it's dry and pug in the curling wand. I have various of sizes and I chose the second wide one. Once it's hot, I grab a section of hair and wrap it around the wand. I proceed with this process throughout my entire hair. After its done, I do a simple look. I apply a shimmery eye show and do a cat eye. I apply generous amount of mascara. I leave the bathroom after making sure I look fine.

I hear someone in a room as I enter it. I stop by the door frame and see Harry going through his clothes. He's wearing a blue beanie on his head, making him look so damn sexy. I stand there and stare at him, wanting to do things him and I would love. He seems a little frustrated. As he looking throughout his entire room, he mumbles incoherent words. I see him trip over one of this shoes and I giggle. I could care less if he knows I'm here. He freezes and slowly turns around. His eyebrows crease in confusion.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be in bed?" He asks, still confused.

"I finished taking a shower. I'm not tired. At least not yet" I say, shrugging as if it's not a big deal. Really it's not a big deal. My mother will make it into a big deal, though.

"So you come to bother me?" I look away and then look back at him, a smile starting to form. I shake my head.

"Nah, just hoping you would keep me company" I simply say.

"Now, why would I do that, princess?" I can basically hear the mocking in his voice. I walk further into his room until I'm standing in front of him.

My hands clean his shirt then I look up to him. "Who knows? Maybe you could spend quality time with the princess. I mean a lot of people would love to hang out with the princess. You wouldn't?" I say. I grab him beanie from his head and put it on.

I walk to the mirror and fix it so I can rock it. I've worn beanies before. If I say so myself, I look like a goddess in a beanie. Once the beanie is fix and positioned properly, I wink and blow a kiss at Harry and leave with his beanie. I walk fast so he can chase me. I hear the foot steps on the marble floor. I start to run away and I reach the flight of stairs. I think of something that might cause my life. I turn around and Harry was about to reach me. I jump on the railing and slide down. I try to make sure I don't kill myself in the process. I reach the bottom of the stairs and start running again. I saw a door on the right of me and went straight to it.

I was breathing heavily from all the running. I'm not a runner. I absolutely hate running and I get tired easily. I could hear my breathing echo through the room. This was a closet, it's not suppose to echo. I toched the wall to find something like a light switch and finally found one. Flipping it, I turn around and see I've entered the dungeon. I was never allowed to be here because my mother and father put the criminals here. I was never that curious to see what was in here. It had nothing to do with me. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't feel the need to look in here because I was too lazy.

I decide not to go further in the dungeon. I walk out of the room and turn the light off. I had totally forgotten about my chase with Harry, that I felt someone wrap their arm around my waist. I swiftly spun my head around, only to see Harry's face -or head- in the crook of my neck. He nuzzles his head more into my neck and kisses my neck gently. His hands grab mine and intertwine them together, his hand on top of mine. I hear someone clear their throat and we both turn around. I see Beau and my father standing there. Beau is glaring at me as if I'm the devil's child while my father looks somewhat amused and happy.

Fuck.

And I thought I wasn't going to see her ugly rat face again.

"Want to explain to me what's going on here?" Beau snarls out the sentence. Harry hasn't let go of me the entire time.

"No. Your not important, so it doesn't and shouldn't matter to you" I say with my head held up high and stare down at her like a future queen would do to anyone like her.

"I am important! Your dad is marrying my mom so that makes me a princess" My dad's eyes widen and viciously shakes his head no. She has a smirk on her face, thinking that she has won.

Think again, slut.

"And the Queen of England is my daughter. Yeah, you're full of shit" I sarcastically say to her face.

She glares at me and stomps her foot on the ground, walking away as if she's all that. My father comes towards me as I give an intense stare. Although it doesn't faze him because he taught me that. He's staring at me with an intense stare and that makes me take a step back. Yes, I may be his daughter and he taught my the stares but when it's my father staring at me, it scares me. Like I've done something wrong.

"You better not hurt my princess. If you do, I'll make sure her mother send out guards to hunt you down. Do I make myself clear?" My father not concetraits on Harry. I can feel Harry practically shaking behind me. Our hands are still together and I rub my right thumb on his left hand to calm him.

"Yes, sir. I won't hurt her" His voice is barely audible. My father nods at him and walks away. Before he could leave, he comes towards me and kisses my forehead and whispers.

"Be careful"

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've kinda been lazy and I've been working on 2 projects for the past 2 weeks. I'll try to update more often but I make no promises.

Love ya, Ash