BABY PINK| h.s. d a d d y

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Losing myself -Sylo Nozra

*unedited bc ya girl trash*

Seeing the white rose pressed into his pocket made my breath hitch. He couldn't have possible been the one to sneak the roses after I'd left the ballet. No, he didn't even know who I was. We'd just met tonight.

The dinner was much less mindless. It was as if I was nonexistent as my mother pestered Harry about himself, for which he didn't reveal very much come to think of it. I didn't mind that I wasn't included.

Harry, though very attractive, radiated strange. His entire demeanor was nothing but posh towards my mother but introvertly hostile. I suppose hostile was exaggerated but he was very odd.

The whole thing was keeping me up this night. I lay in bed, snuggled and warm while Mr. Styles was out in the neighborhood next to ours, maybe even up himself.

Stop, Adeline. Stop wondering about this man, he's much too strange to concern yourself with.

But it was if my mind slipped and I couldn't help but shiver as those green eyes hit my brain.

*

"Adeline, honey, I'm going to breakfast with James. Would you like to join us?" My mother's voice interrupted my deep sleep. I peeked my head up from the large white comforter. I suppose an outing of some sort would do me well. I wouldn't spend all my summer vacation days alone and groggy.

"Give me 10 minutes!" I responded, hopping out of bed and grabbing a hair brush. I danced concealer across my blemishes and under eyes, carving out time to put mascara over my black lashes. I quickly changed into a white skirt and a light pink crop top, black knee socks, completed with a white Nike windbreaker. 

James picked us up and took us to a French bakery a little ways past the shops. Everything was decorated with beige, gold, and a plum purple. Aesthetically pleasing. We talked amongst the three of us before our meals came, simple things. James asked me how my recital went since he was away on business at the time and couldn't make it.

I faintly heard the bell ring to the door of the restaurant but refused to look up, paying more attention to the meal I was waiting for. I was hungry.

"Harry?" My mother's voice caught my attention as I looked behind me to see the infamous Mr. Styles. My heart beat quickened and we both suddenly made eye contact. I instantly looked away, a coldness creeping next to me. "Oh come join us for breakfast! We just ordered a few minutes ago." My mother did the worse possible thing I could imagine. I cringed hardly though my mother and James were both focused on Harry. "Adeline, scoot down, won't you?"

I followed directions and looked to find Harry, a small smile on his face while taking the seat in the booth right beside me. Of course he had to say yes to breakfast, that and also the fact my mother wouldn't accept no for an answer.

I swung my feet nervously as Harry's presence was clear. "James, this is Harry, he moved into the neighborhood past ours." Mother explained quickly. They said their hellos quickly.

"Hello, Adeline Rose." His voice was suddenly loud in my ear as I turned to him, trying my best to put a smile on.

"Hi, Mr. Styles. And Adeline is fine." I quivered while the waiter came to take Harry's order, prying him from me.

He hadn't spoken to me at dinner the night before, though hearing his voice an exciting thrill. But now, we were sitting beside one another, his dress pants a few inches from my thighs on the seat, his ring-clad hand centimeters from my water glass on the table, his body with nothing but air for separation.