Rosie had changed four times, each time telling herself she hated what she was wearing. She felt too dressed up, too dressed down, too sexy, too awkward. She didn't know if it was acceptable to wear heels or flats, she had no idea where they were going or what they were going to be doing.But in the end she settled for a dark red Bardot dress with nude heels. It was knee length, a sophisticated but still sexy style.
"This is as good as it gets," She sighs looking over herself. She hadn't gone all out with makeup, she didn't want Harry to think she was one those girls who plastered it on. She went for concealer, light coverage foundation to hide imperfections, mascara and nude/light pink lipstick.
Harry pulled up outside Rosie's house, she had only texted him her address that morning. She had been so busy all week she had completely forgotten to. She lived in a quaint town on the outskirts of London, her house cute and homely. She had little flower pots dotted around the front, and a neatly cut lawn.
Harry knocked on before noticing the bell and pressing it feeling like an idiot for not seeing it before.
When Rosie opened the door, Harry swore every muscle in his body ceased. She looked breathtaking.
I want you to be mine. Was the first thing Harry thought.
I want to show you the world, meet my family, spend Christmas with you.
It was like a wake up call. It was like he had been under water this whole time, but seeing her open the door was like he'd been brought up for air. She was everything he had ever wanted and even though he'd barely known her a week, he knew that Rosie wasn't like anyone else he'd ever met, or anyone he'd ever meet.
He'd struck gold.
"You look beautiful," He compliments taking her hand.
She looks down. "Thank you,"
He tilted her chin and kissed her cheek. "You do, I think beautiful is too dull a word actually, you're beyond that."
Rosie melted at his words, how does someone just know what to say? She believed everything he said, call her stupid, call her naive, she believed him.
"I've changed about a million times," She laughs stepping out and locking her door.
"I'm driving us," Harry informs as they walk down her path.
"Well who else would?" She laughs shutting her gate.
"I usually have a driver," He liked her innocence. He liked the fact she was oblivious to the fact he had more money than he knew what to do with.
"Oh, I don't need all that fancy stuff." She smiles.
He opens the door to his car, it was the new shape of Mercedes that wasn't out until next month but he knew the right people with the right connections. He was a fan of cars, he had a garage full under his home. He liked to think of himself as humble but when it came to cars he was willing to pay extortionate prices.
They drove into London to a restaurant in Mayfair. Rosie had never even heard of it, and she wasn't sure she could even pronounce its name correctly. When they pulled up, Harry opened the car door for her before handing his keys to the valet with a tip.
"I've only ever seen that on tv," She thought aloud.
"You've never had a valet?" Harry opened the restaurant door for her.
"I doubt anyone would want to drive my heap of metal, or be able to." She joked.
"What car do you drive?" He asks curiously.
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FanfictionAnd if you let go, I'll float towards the sun, I'm stronger 'cause you fill me up. But when the fear comes, And I drift towards the ground, I am lucky that you're around. • Sia - Helium.