Fifty Shades Of Rosalie | HS

5

Rosalie

I was close to hyperventilating as I was sprawled across my bed, thinking of what was to take place at 12pm. My mind was in a pretzel as it taunted me with all of the possible screw ups that could happen on my date with Harry.

The clock on my bedside table read 10:53pm, giving me an hour to get ready. However, the task seemed impossible since I had no clue as to where he was taking me.

Just the thought about dating Harry made my insides mushy. He had a permanent mischief glint in his eyes you'd never know what he was going to say or do.

I sighed dramatically as I gave myself a once over in the full length mirror, satisfied with my outfit. It wasn't overt the top, but still appropriate for a date; a simple, white crop top and baby blue cigarette shorts with nude flats. I had no choice but to leave my hair down, the doorbell ringing as I tried to do something with it.

I jogged down the stairs leading straight to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

His dimpled smile turned my insides to mush, resulting in me almost forgetting to greet him. "Hi."

"Hi," he chuckled, amused at how flustered I was. "You look gorgeous."

I glanced at my simple outfit then back at him. "Really?"

"As ever," Harry smirked, extending his hand for me to take. My fingers were barely noticeable as his hand almost completely covered mine, the warmth giving me tingles.

"Harry?" I called him as we turned out of my neighborhood. He gave me a quick glance, giving the green light to ask my question. "Do you find it even the slightest bit off that I'm seventeen and you're twenty one?"

"You mean the fact that I'm an adult and dating you isn't exactly legal?" he quirked a brow causing me to gulp at his forwardness. I nod my head slightly and he switches hands on the wheel. "Of course it's off, technically, but I actually like that you're still considered a little girl."

"Y-you do?" my breath hitched as my mind was invaded with thoughts that shouldn't be shared.

"Yes Rosy I do," he smirked cheekily. That nickname.

I blinked rapidly to snap out of my daze and asked a less pressing question. "So where are you taking me Styles?"

"The Grove."

"Mmmh, they have the best egg and cheese croissants," I said dreamily. "It tastes like they're made by little elves that live in a cottage."

"Elves?" Harry asked, amused by my imagination.

"Like the Keebler Cookie elves," I nodded my head and he hummed in response.

"Something tells me that cookie elves aren't the only bazaar thing in your imagination."

"Yeah, this little girl has a little girl imagination sometimes," I smiled with rosy cheeks, embarrassed that I unleashed my inner five year old on him.

"I like it," he gave me a lopsided grin before stepping out of the car. I smiled at my feet as I followed his lead.

The giddy feeling vanished from my body as a sharp, cold breeze bit at my skin. The temperature unexpectedly dropped in the matter of minutes, going from 75° to what felt like 60°.

Harry took notice when I shivered for the second time, reaching into the backseat and retrieving a grey hoodie with the word DAMN. written in the middle.

I tried slipping the hoodie on in one go, but somehow my arm got stuck and my fingers were all bent out of shape in the sleeve. Harry found it hilarious, but I was a little scared of being stuck in the position for the rest of my life.

"I'm ecstatic that you find my distress such a delight, but my fingers are bending further than they're supposed to," I scolded even though he couldn't see my face.

"What did you do to get stuck? You're supposed to put your head in first and then your arms," he said, still tickled by my failure.

"Oh my god, my hand is catching a Charlie horse!" I whined trying to pry my hand free. Harry finally decided to help, straightening out my abnormally bent elbow then pulling the hazardous piece of clothing down so my head is set free. He kissed my almost broken hand, his lips trembling as he tried to keep his laughter in.

"That was humiliating," I pouted looking around to make sure no one was staring. Harry pulled me closer to his side as an attempt to comfort me.

"On the bright side, even with my jumper being twice as big on you, you still look gorgeous," he said looking down at me, a fuzzy feeling settling in my stomach.

"Really?"

"As ever."

Author's Note

Just a little heads up, some chapters will be short :(

I know I took a little long updating this chapter, the reason being I rewrote the whole thing twice and finally came up with something I was proud of :)

Q: what do you think of Rosalie's character and who do you think should play her?

I personally don't like celebrities playing the girl's role mostly because none of them fit the description I'm looking for.

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