When i woke up this morning, i remembered Harry and his perfectly pink kissable lips and his lucious brown locks on his head. I can just imagine pulling my fingers through his hair while kissing him. And we cant forget his dimples.
Well tomorrow is my birthday and friday is the barbeque. I honestly cant wait to meet everyone. Yes i have met some of my dads employees but not alot. I get dressed in colourful yoga pants and an adidas sweatshirt. I put on some new white sneakers and put my hair into a messy bun.
I walk downstairs and enter the kitchen. There is a note on the counter.
{"Dear Kelsey. Your dad and i had to go to New York on a business trip. Dallas will be home when you come back from school. We will hopefully be back tomorrow. Your brother will give you your birthday presents. We love you. Be good. Dr. Styles will take you to school and bring you home. He will also stay here with you and Dallas. See you either tomorrow or on friday."}Yay. Note the sarcasm. I dont want Dr. Styles to come live with us even if its just for a day or 2. Oh well. I walk to the door to wait for Harry to come fetch me. I see a black Range Rower pull into our driveway. I lock the front door and walk to the passenger seat. I look in to see Harry looking at me. Im quite hesitant to open the door because i dont know what will happen.
I open the door and get into the seat. I put on my safety belt and look at Harry. He is smirking. "Morning Love." I raise my eyebrow and ask "Love? Im not anyones love so better get a new nickname for me." I look out of my window and i can feel Harrys gaze burning my skin.
I gulp because its starting to get uncomfortable. I look back him and he says "I can call you whatever i want but if you dont like Love then why dont i call you babygirl?" He raises his eyebrow and now im starting to get nervous. "Uh- well im g-gonna be late for school. So if you could maybe take me to school." I turn my head away from him and look down at my friendship ring. Yes Stephanie and i got friendship rings. Its like a promise ring except its for friendship. Harry laughs and shakes his head. He turns on the Range Rover and the radio starts to play. Its a song that i know. Immediately my face lights up and i sing along to it.
[ Tell me something I need to know
Then take my breath and never let it go
If you just let me invade your space
I'll take the pleasure, take it with the painAnd if in the moment I bite my lip
Baby, in that moment you'll know this is
Something bigger than us and beyond bliss
Give me a reason to believe it'Cause if you want to keep me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got to love me harder
And if you really need me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got to love me harder
Baby, love me harder
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Love me, love me, love me,
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Harder, harder, harderI know your motives and you know mine
The ones that love me, I tend to leave behind
If you know about me and choose to stay
Then take this pleasure and take it with the painAnd if in the moment you bite your lip
When I get you moaning you know it's real
Can you feel the pressure between your hips?
I'll make it feel like the first time[Ariana Grande & The Weeknd:]
'Cause if you want to keep me, you gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, got to love me harder (I'mma love you harder)
And if you really-]Harry stops the song and smirks at me. "What?" He laughs and asks "Do you know what you just sang?" I rose my eyebrow and now its my turn to smirk. "Yes. I sang a song about two people in love uh. Y'know doin stuff people do..." I say while smiling sweetly at him. His face was blank and then he turns back to the road and nods. "Okay." I laugh and i ask "You clearly thought im just one of those girls who listen To music because OMG it Taylor Swift or Ariana Grande singing. Well ill have you know i do not care about the artist. And the only reason i know this song is because i have dance- ... uh nevermind. Just forget i said anything" now i feel dumb and also embarrassed because he most likely will be able to search for some dances of mine on the internet.
He looks at me before saying "Cute. Y'know i know about your '"dancing'". Its not hard to find it when you're all over youtube and even sometimes the Arts and Talents channel. I've seen almost all of your dances." I can feel my cheeks getting red and i cover my face with my hands. Harry chuckles. "You really have a talent. You can go all the way you know. I would love to see you perform once like live. "
I feel the car stop and i take a quick look out the window. Were parked outside my school.
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Dr.Styles{H.S}
أدب الهواةMy name is Kelsey Moore (pronounced Mo-ré). I am 18 years old and live with my parents and 21 year old brother in Seattle. I am in Seattle School of arts. My dad; James Moore is Chief Director of Seattle Press and my mom; Samantha Moore is Chief Pla...