Arabella • H.S

one -tapped into your mind and soul

He was astounded by her beauty. She was like the rain in summer; soft, delicate and refreshing. At the same time she was like the bright sun in winter; rare, confusing and unpredictable.

Everyday she sat in the front row of his literature class and took notes on her laptop. The way her fingers moved ever so effortlessly over the keyboard, the way she sometimes struggled to type what our teacher said, the way she kept nodding whenever our teacher asked if we understood, the way she never spoke up but whenever she would get picked, she gave correct answers. She's an intelligent young woman, Harry could tell.

She never noticed him, that's for sure. Whenever the bell rang, she would rush out of class. She was so stunning and she seemed so oblivious to it. Not a single word in the english language could describe her outstanding allure.

Harry didn't understand why he found her so captivating. Not a single word has ever been shared between these two, yet he couldn't keep his gaze off her.

The way her chocolate brown hair fell over her shoulder, down to the middle of her back creating silky waves. Her big brown eyes -so clear and pure. Her plump, yet slim lips just the perfect shade of pink. The way her dimples appear whenever she would smile a little. Her choice of clothing -unique. Her petite frame rounded up her entire look. That look of virtuosity, that look of purity, that look of innocence.

She was so luring. She was truly graceful in every way possible. She was so thoughtful, so cautious yet erratic. She was the mystery he was craving for, so pretty yet she seemed so unknowing. She was definitely not like other college girls. She didn't seem like the one to celebrate or to party. Girls in college crave too much attention, too eager -too greedy.

But she didn't seem like that. She stood out from the crowd, eventhough she was trying so hard to fit in.

He was sure, she never even payed attention to him. But little did he know, she knew very well who he was. Just thinking about this boy, her mind went blank. She didn't know who he is or why he always kept staring at her, she just tried to avoid his atributing gazes.

Harry Styles. The boy who thought he was oh so sleek, thinking she didn't notice the way he was observing her every move in every class they shared. But she did. She couldn't grasp why he did, there were various girls on their college. Much prettier, much more popular and much more like him.

Another school day passed at the New Yorker Acedemic College and it was not different from any other day since the past almost two years. But there was a little change -she looked contrasting from how she usually did. She was wearing a bit more makeup. Her lips were a light red color, her eyes framed by a small yet flawless wing and her eyebrows filled, perfecting her presence. She didn't use much. It looked subtle on her but so breathtaking. Harry wondered why. She barely wore makeup -and if she did she coated her lashes in pitch black mascara and her eyebrows got shaped stronger. But today was the day, she decided to dare a little more.

He found her illustrios, seductive even. Still she managed to look like a pure soul. It messed with Harry's brain. Was she an angel? Was she the devil?

All he knew was her name. The name that has been on his mind for the past months. The name, that was so significant and practically oozed from curiosity. He kept replaying the way she said her name when the teacher asked her who she was. Her peaceful voice filled up the room as all gazes fixicated on her. As her own name rolled over her tounge, Harry kept imagining how his name would sound coming out of her mouth. He was more than thrilled to finally talk to her. Tomorrow was the day he'd speak with her. He kept thinking about her appearance today. There was only one more way to describe her remarkable presence.

Arabella.

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