Intrigued // h.s

Chapter 4//

Arabella pov//

As soon as I got to my room I texted Harry. I just couldn't stop myself.
To Harry: Hiii its Arabella
And now I wait. God I never knew waiting would be this boring. I sat there for what felt like an hour waiting on Harry's response but it was probably only 20 minutes.
From Harry: hello babygirl how are you?
my heart began to pound in my chest and that familiar feeling in my stomach returned.
To Harry: im absolutely fantabulous. How about yourself handsome?
Did I just say fantabulous? Really Arabella.
From Harry: fantabulous? Ha what a fascinating word. And I'm absolutely smitten beautiful.
From Harry: so I was wondering, do you have plans for tomorrow angel?
These fucking nicknames will kill me I swear. I have so many feelings shooting throughout my body right now.
To Harry: nope none at all. By the way do you mind if I change your name on my phone to "panty dropper" or maybe "cheeky bastard"
From Harry: well well well I guess panty dropper works for me ;) but only as long as your name can be "foxy lady" or "babygirl"
From Harry: also would you be okay if I picked you up around 2:00 pm tomorrow and took you to my apartment?
To panty dropper: even though Foxy lady is a touch competitor I'm gonna have to go with babygirl. *note the sarcasm* And yes that sounds most appropriate as long as you're not an axe murderer.
From panty dropper: well then that settles it everything's good and I can promise I'm not an axe murderer unless you're into that type of thing;)
From panty dropper: I'm off to sleep now love. Goodnight babygirl I shall see you tomorrow. xoxo
To panty dropper: goodnight Harry. I'll see you tomorrow. <3

I could barely sleep thinking about this man that has overcame all my sense of rightness. But God I know this is so wrong but it feels so right.

The next morning came soon enough. I was standing in front of my mirror now deciding on what to wear today. Would Harry like shorts or a dress more? Maybe even pants? Should I wear something tight or loose? I have to impress him. I cannot look like trash when I see the man of my dreams again. I decided on an ACDC shirt with light washed ripped jeans and black boots.

From panty dropper: I'll be there in an hour babygirl. xx

I put on some dark black eyeliner and some red  lipstick and light face makeup. I sigh and look at myself in the mirror. Well here it goes. At least my parents are still at work and don't have to explain myself.

There was a knock at the door. Okay well too late to turn back now. I open the door and I almost couldn't breathe. There stood Harry in an outfit is never expect him in. He was wearing a Kiss shirt and dark washed jeans and the nicest pair of boots I've ever seen. (Image attached)
"Babygirl even though I love you staring at me you better close your mouth before you attract flies." , I looked up at him and my eyes fluttered up at him. "Oh shit sorry. I just... God you look so good in casual attire.", I say stuttering a bit. "Well bloody hell you look better than me sweet pea."

And then we were in his car. I didn't know what to say. I was just sitting there listening to red hot chili peppers on the radio casually looking at him every once in a while.
Then out of nowhere his hand was on my thigh. Slowly inching it's way up every little stoplight. He looked over at me and said, "mm babygirl I could not wait to see you again like this." And I'm not lying when I say those words went straight to the place underneath my underwear.

And he was just sitting there biting his lip occasionally looking my way when he inches his hand up higher watching my reaction. I was letting out small sighs and just when he was about to reach the place where I wanted him most, we reached our destination. Well fuck me.

Authors note// Next chapter will be their date. Mild mature content next chapter but also you'll learn something about Harry.