Arabella (H.S Fanfic)

Seven

*Warning bad language starting in this chapter*

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I ran to my room. I flipping apologised to that excuse of a human?! What the hell is wrong with me?! Maybe it was his intense look.

Why the bloody hell hadn't I used my powers. Oh ya. Because I felt like a little piece of shit when he gripped my fragile arm! I mean I was 10 times smaller than he was.

He was really built! And I mean reaaaaaaly!!! It was almost a major turn on. Wait! What the fudge was I thinking?! I swear to god I'm a bloody idiot without a bloody brain.

I sniffled as I wiped away the wetness from my face. I probably looked a hot mess. But who was I kidding? Was there a time when I wasn't a complete asshole?

It was beginning to get dark and I made my way towards my bathroom when someone tapped lightly on my door.

What the actuall fudge?!

Was it Harry? Nah... If it were Harry, the door would have been knocked off its hinges! I cautiously padded over to the door and tried my hardest not to breath like a heavy water buffalo.

Was I seriously roasting myself? In my head? Man I'm a looney! Dear mother earth! Take me away! Give me the power of flight!

I took a deep breath and swung open the door only to be met with the concerned expression of Gemma. "Arabella?" Gemma said before walking past me and into my secluded area aka my room.

Gurl needs to take a chill pill.

"Gemma? You seem worried..." I saod trying my best not to sound guilty. But deep down I was very, very guilty. And trust me when I say I'm terrible at lying, I'm terrible at lying.

"Don't play dumb with me Arabella! You know what I'm talking about!" Gemma yelled pressing her index finger to my chest. What the actual fuck?! Was she trying to get all sassy with me?!

I swear I will throw her to the middle of Africa! Bitch needs to take a chill pill and... well... chill!

"Hey, hey! What did I do?!" I squealed. I probably sounded like a fucking baby panda. Oh my god!!!! I need to stop roasting myself. It is seriously not cool.

"OH MY GOSH! WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME YOU HAD A CRUSH ON MY BROTHER?!" Gemma squealed. She did it so suddenly I almost screamed out bitch.

I jumped in utter shock! What the hell?! Me have a crush on her wretched brothers?! Awww hell nawww!!!

"I uh... which one?" I asked weirded out.

"OH MY GOD!!! ARE YOU CRUSHING ON ALL OF THEM?! WHAT FUCKING PLANET DO YOU COME FROM?!" Gemma screamed 10 times as loud as she had before.

My answer to that?

Venus, bitch!

"Um hell no! I meant which brother are we talking about here Gemma?" I asked huffing. I don't know why but she found this wierdly funny and managed to say in between laughing her bloody head off is because she never heard a fairy curse before.

Typical.

Finally her laughter stopped when she said the ache in her stomach was too much to handle. "Ok, so I meant Harry. What the fudge were you two love birds talking about back there that had you running to you're room and not coming for dinner?"

"Oh um... we were just talking and then um.... I had um... a stomach ache... ya. A really bad stomach ache. Yup. Thst was what that was. Soooo um... nothing to worry about... hehe..." I finished of my "lie" with a super fake laugh.

Gemma just raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. She looked at me and I was wriggling under her intense gaze. "Ok" she simply nodded. "So um, if you're hungry, there is some pizza which mom or Anne has left for you in the fridge." Gemma finished before giving me a quick hug and walking out of my room closing the door sofly behind her.

I let go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding and went to the bathroom.
I needed a nice warm bubble bath after that silly talk. Pffffft. Me having a crush on Harry. What rubbish!

After I had finished preparing my pyjamas and the warm, lavender scented bubble bath, I stripped myself off all my clothing and sunk into the bubbles.

It was pure heaven.

After I had soaked in the warm bubble bath for a good half hour, I felt hungry so I decided to eat that pizza. Yum! Thinking about pizza and what do those humans call it? Oh ya, TV. Yes. This was gonna be good.

So I slipped on a oversized, baggy sweatshirt that ended about mid-thigh and put on some knee high socks and padded out to the kitchen also silently praying my pizza would still be there untouched.

After about 10 minutes, I finally found a huge kitchen which was linked to an even huger (is that even a word? Hmmmm...) living room. There were voices coming from the living room. So being the nosy person I was, I listened to the conversation.

One of the voices sounded a little like...
Harry's?

"So, how's the fairy? She scary looking, ugly, weird, disgusting? Like what you're brothers told you?" asked a British accent.

What the hell?! I mentally asked myself. That's what people thought about us? Then I must really be a wake up call to these people huh?

"Oh god no! She's as hot as fuck dude!" piped up another voice. So they thught I was hot? Hmmm. I wanted to hear more.

"Fuck yes she's hot!" another voice was quick to respond also a British accent. What was it with these males thinking I was hot?! God I wasn't a prostitute!

"What you don't think so Harry?" questioned an Irish accent. Well that was easy to spot. Was Harry that prick even going to answer? Or was he too much of a stuck up little shit to even say so?

"Ye, she's alright... definitely not like what the two dicks here told me. She was.... really hot...." Harry breathed out. My heart was in my throat. What the hell?! He thought I was hot?

My mind was going a mile a minute as thoughts started to fill my mind. What the hell Arabella?! Stop and get you're head out of the gutter! You have heard enough! I mentally scolded myself.

Just then Harry spoke up.
"I think I'm going to go get a drink boys."

I almost died. Harry.Was.Coming.Over.Here!

So I did the stupidest thing imaginable. I crouched under the counter waiting for karma to catch up with me. Just then I heard footsteps. They stopped right in front of me.

Shit!!!

Without warning I jumped up from under the counter causing Harry to jump 5 degrees off the ground and came back down. He screamed like a girl and I had to bite down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from bursting out laughing.

"Son of a bitch!" Harry yelled as he poured hot water all over himself. My face was growing red from holding in my laughs. "What the fuck Arabella?!" he growled.

Dick!

"Sorry Harry, I just dropped something and wanted to retrieve it.*burst out laughing*" I said but failed miserably because I started laughing hard soon after.

"What happened?!" 7 very shocked boys ran into the kitchen. This was gonna be a long night...

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Yay!!! Nice long chapter. Hope you guys liked it. Picture of Arabella's pyjama by the way. I liked it. "Too dumb for New York, too ugly for L.A"

LOVE YA GUYS AND KEEP READING PLEASE!!!
♥all the love
Emma

P.S for all you guys who found Harry saying "son of a bitch" funny,  here's a little video for youuuuuu!!!