Arabella || h.s.

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Arabella M.

"Shut you ugly mouth up, you little whore!"

"I am not a whore!"

"Really? That's why your legs are like tescos, open twenty four, seven" I smirk at her as she looks like a bright cheery. She is about to explode. But it's good for the world, right?

"Ugh!" She screams, stomps her foot and walks away.

Man, I already feel tired just by her stomping. Even though she was only here for 3 minutes.

I shake my head and leave the room. I go up to my room so I can get a little bit of sleep since I could barely sleep at all last night. It's not that I had a lot on my mind, I just couldn't sleep.

Then again, I did take a nap during the day.

I shouldn't take a nap during the day when I know I won't be able to sleep at night. But I probably won't listen to myself and take a nap. Like now. It's 10 in the morning and I'm think about take a fucking nap. It's definitely not my fault, what so ever. Plus, today is my birthday party which everyone is running around.

I blame Harry for my lack of beauty sleep.

That fucker. I lay on my bed and try to make the wheel in my brain so working so I can learn a lesson then take my nap. Wow. It's only one in the afternoon and I'm trying take a nap.

I'm a dumbass.

I groan and sit up from my bed. I stay sitting like that for a few minutes until there was a knock on mg door.

"Your majesty?" Goody. A servant.

"Yes?" I answer and look at the door as she comes in.

"The queen want you to take a bath and then come downstairs for breakfast" She says and stays for a few seconds until I give her an answer.

"Alright" I dismiss her and get out of bed. I head in the bathroom and strip from my clothes.

Today, I knew I was going to get dressed up later in the day so I just threw on a pair of grey sweats, a black sweater, a pair of white vans and my hair in a messy bun. Only have my mascara done. I look at my hair once again and basically my entire outfit and I don't like it. I look for a cute crop top, a pair of white high-waisted booty shorts, black platform ankle heels, and let my natural hair alone but down. One I look decent enough, I walk out of my room and head towards the diner.

The day just started and first thing that happens while I went to get a snack was Beau being a little bitch. What a great way to start off the day of a royal ball.

Not.

I enter the dining room and see everyone seated. They hear me come in and greet me. I know they're waiting to say happy birthday. They're also waiting for the cake. Layla comes in and puts a plate full of goodies and delicious food. I thank Layla for it and begin eating.

"So big day today, hub Arabella?" Carol asks. I look at her and she's already looking at me. All I do is nod and hum as a response. I look back at my plate and continue eating. Someone clears their throat very quietly. I see my mother is the one who did that. She looks at me and glares at me. She then mouths at me.

'Be nice and reply with manners' is all she says. I stare at her and ignore her. I don't really want to talk to Carol. Maybe it's because my dad is married to her and is Beau's mother.

I'm finish with my breakfast and go to the studio for one last practice. I only have 5 hours to have this routine correct and I can't fuck this shit up. My mother thrives perfection. If I fuck anything up at any point in my fucking life, she would make me do it all over again until it meet her needs. Sometimes I feel like her mouse. She throws every experiment to me.

Fuck, I ain't no fucking lab rat.

Me & My Girls starts playing and I start singing. I lose myself in the music. I feel more free with music in my ears. I dance in front of this full wall mirror. I can see everyone dance, including myself. I stand still watching everyone dance. I'm in love with the fact that dancing is so effortlessly beautiful. After 2 hours of rehearsing, we got a break. I was opening peoples snapchats they sent me and looking at their stories when Harry walked in. He seemed to notice me and sat down next to me.

"You look exhausted" he said looking at me. I haven't even looked at him once.

"Yeah. I've been dancing for two hours straight so of course I'll be exhausted" I said in a monotone voice. I reach to the ground for my Fiji water and have a drink. I'm still breathing a bit hard. Suddenly, I felt someones hand on my thigh. I stare at it for a few seconds before looking up at the person, more like an attractive person aka Harry. 

For some odd reason, I felt like a fire has been ignited. My entire body felt like it was on fire. My body was tingling and as clique as it might sound but sparks flew all around. I was in a fantasy. I saw that everyone was starting to go in the middle of the studio so I immediately stood up. Harry's hand fell off when I stood up and the feelings of his hand on my thigh left. I go to the center of the room and get in position. The music starts playing. Out of nowhere, my body is telling me to do me best. All because Harry was here. I wanted to show him I'm a skilled dancer.

That's what I do. I push myself to the limit and do everything I can in my will to show him that his hand on my thighs didn't intimate me. 3 hours of rehearsal, I was basically dead. Harry had given me a signal that he was leaving and all I did was nod as a response that I know. I left the studio to go and start getting ready for my party. There are only 3 hours for me to get ready and be perfect. Those next 3 hours, will be the worst 3 hours of my life. I just pray that I will live through it.

I start a shower instead do I can wash off all this sweat that had built up my body from the past 5 hours. I take my clothes off and check if the water is warm before stepping in. I would always shower in hot water. If it's hot or its cold I would always shower with hot water. I let the water cascade down my body. Loving the feeling of finally getting inside the water. I reach for my sponge and soap. I move the sponge all around my body. After the soap is off, I grab my Pantene shampoo, put some on my hand and mix it through my hair.

The shampoo comes off after I had tubbed it all in. I stand in the water for a few minutes, feeling Harry's hand on my thigh still. It's as if he had left his mark like a burn or some shit. I shake my head and turn the water off. I twist my hair on the side to rinse out the excess water. I step out and grab my towel from the counter. I dry my body off and put the towel on my head with my hair wrapped inside. I grab a different towel and wrap it around my body. I stare at my reflection and see a little pink tint on my cheeks.

I look away and walk out of the bathroom. I walk to my drawer and drop my towel. I grab a thong from inside and a matching bra. I feel as if someone is watching me, I turn around to see Harry. My eyes widen on who it was.

FUCK!!!!!

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I couldn't really think about what to write for this chapter so I kind of just put it off.

Besides, I have a dance meeting tomorrow so I'm excited!

How do you guys like the new cover?

Love ya, Ash