Arabella || h.s.

008.

Arabella M.

I don't know what made me kiss him. Maybe it was the fact that he said something sweet to me. I may come of like a bitch but I love being praised at.

You're the most beautiful and stunning princess I've laid eyes on.

A lot of guys that I've met have complimented me before, only to get my attention and so they can brag to their asshole of a group of friends that they got some or some shit like that.

I never really expected that Harry would praise me. I expected his snarky remarks. Probably he only said that because he wanted to compliment me. Either way, it felt nice receiving compliments by a person you never expected to give you one. Just hearing him say that, brought butterflies in my stomach. I don't do butterflies in my stomach. It's just not who I am. Probably the fact that no one means the complements and Harry seemed genuine about his words . That makes me nervous and scared.

I've built a wall around my heart and feelings to prevent from anyone hurting me. I learned that the hard way. He made me who I am today. It would be hard to imagine me as a sweetheart. Even I can't imagine me as a sweetheart anymore. That girl is gone and never returning. All thanks to him.

I feel his hand on my shoulder, playing with a strap of my dress. Slowly he pulls the strap down to my bicep. His hand travels lower to my waist, his other hand follows. They stay at my waist as I continue to kiss him. My arms slid up to his neck.

Can I just skip my birthday party and stay here, making out with Harry?

I pull away from Harry and open my eyes. My arms are still around his neck and his hands are on my waist. I'm looking in his beautiful green eyes and he's looking into my hazel eyes. My heart is still racing.

"That was unexpected" He breathed. Still panting.

His lips are swollen. His cheeks looked flushed. His eyes were wild. His hair looked like a mess and his body molded perfectly with mine. I didn't answer him back as I started to lean in again so I can kiss him more.

His lips are like a drug.

But of course the moment was ruined when, "Your highness, they- I didn't mean to disturb!" I pull away and looked over at the door. One of my helpers, Maddie, were there looking at the ground and her face red.

"It's fine, Maddie. Tell them that I'll be down" I smile at her and she nods. She leaves my room and I'm alone with Harry again.

When I look at him, he's already staring at me. More so, lips is what he's staring at. I stare back at him. Wanting to kiss him again but I restrain myself and fix myself to go downstairs. I walk away from him and go into the bathroom.

I look at myself in the mirror and see that my face is flushed, lips are swollen and red, hair a bit messed up, eyes wild, lipstick smeared a bit and a strap on my bicep. I fix my lipstick and my dress before walking out. When I do I notice that Harry isn't in my room anymore. I don't pay much attention to that as I prepare myself for my party. I leave my room and walk towards the stairs. Once I'm close to the stairs, one of the guards announce my presence.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present you, her highness, Princess Arabella Monique!"

Cheers and music fill my ears and the balls room as I walk down the stairs, waving at everyone with a smile on my face. Doing so, I look for Harry in the crowd. I find him standing next to Louis as they both clap for me. I keep my eyes on Harry until I reach the end of the stairs. My eyes never leave him. That is until my mother stands in front of me.