Arabelle

[40]Limits

Arabelle's Pov

I woke up to the feeling of numbness, pain. I sleepily opened my eyes and looked around at my surroundings, the sun was hidden by crowds of thick fog and mysterious looking clouds. It was that moment that I decided that I didn't like the sky. It was incredibly bipolar, changing moods from rainy to sunny. Usually clouded by a few deformed shapes of white fluffiness. However, some of these 'white fluffiness' are usually never full of rays of sunshine or happiness but as some people disagree with, they are full of storms and hate. They rain down of us make us feel miserable.

Meanwhile they also drown us many other thoughts of them but that's too much detail.

I looked back down and sighed to myself. I slowly made my way from the middle of the freezing rooftop to the side, carefully sliding my feet off the edge and into the window ledge, which surprisingly took the weight of me time and one again, lead me safely back inside the room.

Inside was warm, too warm I fact for me and lead my fingers to tingle as they were exposed to such heat in a short period of time. In the room there was a small, nearly made bed which looked like it had never been used. Around the cream coloured walls, pictures hung up and images and memories were pouring out of them like a children's picture book.

One in particular caught my eye, I strolled casually towards it and studied the perfectly coloured picture. The bold colours of the picture stood out as unusual to this room as this room, out of the like hundreds It felt like if already seen, seemed unique.

I shrugged of the usual feeling of connection and walked out the expensive looking door and down the corridor, strangely not seeing any sight of humans/ Vampires. I raised my eyebrows at this usual time and jogged down the large staircase. Casually looking into the kitchen, and sure enough, that's where everyone was situated. Niall was eating breakfast obviously.

I took a deep breath, and walked into the food area, smiling the most fake smile I could pull off, hoping it will work and the boys will not notice my lie.

"Arabelle! Where have been? Are you okay?" Harry jumped up from the cough, I must admit, he looked rough and tired as his hair was messier than usual, however, he did look extremely attractive. His large, strong arms engulfed me into a hug, squishing myself into his usual Black T-Shirt.

He finally let go, and I couldn't help laugh at him a little. "Im fine aren't I? I was just... I needed to cool down. I'm sorry about last night. He sighed, running his large right man hand through his brown hair. He smiled weakly showing the small dents of his deep dimples and chuckled.

"No love, I'm sorry for being an idiot. I should have just told you. You were only asking after all" Harry stated. In all honestly, he was right, but I'd never say it to his face. He was an idiot. But he was my idiot claimer.

I giggle a little bit, feeling the heat flush to my cheeks. "Niall, where's the popcorn?" Louis loudly whispered to the Irishman. The whole room erupted into a fit of deep chuckles, then there was my giggle. I stopped laughing and walked past Harry giving him a small smile, which he gladly returned with a large goofy grin. I walked over to the couch and perched down, letting the warmth of the large crackling fire heat me up. Louis strolled over and sat next to me. "So where were you last night? I won't tell Harry." Whispered into my ear. He was so close I could feel the heat of his own breath tickle against my neck, making small pimples starting to form.

"I'm not telling you. That would ruin the whole 'secret place' thing wouldn't it?" I whispered back. He chuckled and playfully hit the too of my arm. I smiled at his humour.

"Woah, Arabelle, your freezing." Louis exclaims, placing both arms around the top of my arms, rubbing them up and down to attempt to warm them up.

I shrugged his off. "I'm fine, don't worry." I laughed to him. "You don't feel fine! Liam, go fetch a jumper!" he called to the boy. Liam knitted together his eyebrows but didn't complain while he stalked off to find a suitable jumper.

"No, Louis. Seriously, I'm alright" I sighed to him. He shook his head like the stubborn boy he is. Harry walked over and placed his man hand on my arm, feeling the temperature. "Arabelle, he's right. You'll catch a cold. Here." he said, forcing a cup full of warm liquid into my hand. I'm suspecting that it's coffee. Hopefully.

Liam finally returned with a brownish, Grey jumper with the word obsessed written on the front. "Hey, that's mine" Harry joked. "Shame" I said taking it from Liam's hand and placing it over my head. The jumper itself was to big a a massive amount. For instance, the bottom the jumper reached at least mid thigh and the arms. I'm not even going to describe them.

"Fits you nicely" Harry commented sarcastically. He smirked and looked up and down my body. I only wore yesterday's black skinny jeans and a small loose T-Shirt with Harry - Oversized - jumper. Although my body was almost all nearly covered up, I felt immensely self conscious around the boys. Especially because I was the only girl. I smiled and drank the rest of the strange tasting drink I had received from Harry.

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Over the few hours that passed, the boys and I made small talk over out drinks and food with Zayn had kindly prepared for us. We watched a bit of T.V but we got bored pretty quickly.

"I'm going to change into some different trousers, these are getting uncomfortable" I announced unenthusiastically. Choruses of 'Okays' and 'cool' were heard In the room. I nodded to myself and made my way out of the living room and into the winding corridors. When I eventually reached my room, I opened up my quite empty wardrobe. Quickly grabbing a pair of leggings, I walk over to my bed and place them down, unzipping the flyer of my tight black jeans.

Once changed I folded up my trousers and put them on a pile on a strange looking chest at the bottom of my bed. Curious but tired, I resisted the urge the open it up and explore the contents of it.

I spun around only to be greeted by the one and only Harry. He. Stood there, now wearing some dark grey joggers and a white T-Shirt.

"This was my mothers room." He started.

"She always said that this was the best in the house, her favourite." He smiled as if remembering the moment when she said that.

I smiled at the memory myself, trying to be polite of course. He looked down at his feet.

"She would have adored you." Harry whispered.

I look up and walk over to him. I stare deeply into his bold, green eyes. He looked back up at me. He locked gazes.

"She would have you know, just like I do. Because, Arabelle, even though she is not here right now to see you and love you like myself, I'll say this for her." He swallowed hard.

This must be difficult for him. I could tell this as is eyes slowly started to become glossy and shiny. I know that he wants to hold in all his tears and all his fears so he can look like a 'real' man in front of me. I wish he would just let it out. And right now was the right time to do so.

"Your perfect" he said.

And small tear was let out from the corner of his eye. He quickly wiped it away, hoping I could just forget that is was there and he wasn't crying.

"And Arabelle, I am Truly in love with you. I don't care if you do t return those feelings but I need you to know how this is." He sniffled loudly and sighed.

Now it was my turn to swallow hard. How would I respond to that? I like him... But I barely know him. I don't want to rush either. Before I could even reply to Harry he gently pushed his soft, plum lips onto mines. in all honesty, the kiss wasn't forceful or desperate, but I was a kiss of a madly in love man.

The unfortunate thing is that this time the prince might not get the princess.

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