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THIRTEEN.

Angelica's POV

I felt really bad about leaving Harry, as vulnerable as he was. I just got so scared. He and I both jumped into that situation. He was lonely and intoxicated. He didn't mean anything he said. He probably would've just got what he wanted and left. Which would've been fucking me. I knew he was dying to, he wouldn't have called me that late at night for any other reason. There was no way that man loved me. I was a slut and he knew it so he was using that to his advantage.

I couldn't blame him though, I've done the same thing with boys when I was feeling alone or broken. I couldn't let what he was doing go on. My dad would be fuming if he ever knew we were even sitting next to each other in the same room.

I couldn't believe I was still thinking about this days after the event. Harry's been trying to call me for 3 days but I keep declining the calls. I don't even know why, I just don't want to confront him. He'll beg to know why I left and make me feel even worse than I already did. I just wanted distance.

He really scared me that night, I did not realize he put himself through that. He looked as if he'd slept only a few hours in a week. I could tell he had been drinking too since the whole room absolutely reeked of alcohol. Harry was dangerous and powerful. Did I want to mess around in his life? Was he really worth it? Maybe I should let him do his thing instead of rejecting him and maybe I'll figure out just how much he really does like me, if he even does at all.

It would be like a test. Of course I'd have to get around certain obstacles such as my parents but it's nothing I haven't done before. At least I was no longer grounded since the month was up.

My phone began ringing besides me. I didn't even have to check the caller ID to know it was Harry, since he's been calling almost every hour, every day. I picked up hesitantly this time. "Hello?" I said. The other line was silent, as if he was surprised that I actually answered this time. He was in a state of shock.

"Angela! Baby, I'm so sorry! Whatever I did to make you leave like that. I swear I didn't mean to move to fast or scare you or something. That won't happen again. Is there anything I can do-"

"Shhh. Harry, it's fine. Calm down. It's not your fault. I just, I don't know, freaked out. I couldn't do it. I don't understand what's going on between us."

I could almost see his look of relief. He sighed and said "I remember everything from that night. Yes I was drinking but I have a high tolerance for alcohol. I meant what I said..."

"You really think I'm beautiful?" I asked, surprised that he actually meant it.

"Yes! And there's something I should also tell you." He paused for a moment that dragged on a little bit too long, almost as if he was trying to put together the right words. "I like you Angela, God, I really like you. Please let me take you out on a date. A real proper one."

If only he could see my face. I was shocked, confused, and honestly kind of excited.

"Well what do you say?" He pressed.

"Why not?"

"How's tonight?"

"That's fine. What are we doing?"

"That's a surprise, but dress fancy again."

"Okay. I'll see you tonight."

He hummed happily. "Bye bye Angelica."

"Goodbye Harry."

I had to dress up again? This was going to become a problem. I couldn't keep up with his expensive lifestyle. I thought my family was pretty well off until I met Harry. He was a king compared to the normal city folk. I guess I had to borrow another one of my mother's dresses. I knew just the one.

*****

Harry texted me saying he was outside. I smoothed down the mid-thigh length, loose, white skirt of my dress and peeked out the window. I couldn't see him anywhere. His headlights were probably down low so my parents didn't get suspicious. I held my shoes in my hand as I climbed down the terrace and ran to the driveway. I expected to see his range rover, but instead saw a blue lamborghini.

It was dark but I could see Harry's cheeky smirk on his face. He was standing on the passenger side with the door wide open. "Ready to ride?" My jaw was probably on the dewy grass by now. He wore a pair of black dress pant, a silky cream shirt, half buttoned of course, and black boots.

I climbed onto the expensive seat joining harry in the car. He turned the key and the car roared to life, probably loud enough to startle my parents. Harry was aware of this because as soon as he revved it up, he zoomed out of the driveway and down the street. Hopefully they thought it was one of the reckless neighbors.

All of the windows were down, letting in a warm breeze. Harry kept his boot pressed down on the gas, speeding well over the speed limit. I let out a joyful squeal everytime Harry would drive faster or take a sharp turn. I couldn't see his face because it was dark, but I could sense his smile. He was enjoying this almost as much as I was.

We neared the entrance into the big city, colorful lights and the sounds of cars filling my senses. I was so excited about the fancy car that I forgot he was actually taking me somewhere. At a red light, I asked "where are we going?"

He turned around to look at me, his face illuminated by the city lights. "Can't tell you that. It'll ruin the surprise.

I pouted back at him. He pinched my cheek. "Sorry toots."

He leaned over the center console and pressed a button. Music blared in the night air. I recognized the song as Novacane by Frank Ocean, Harry had a great taste in music. It was loud enough for all the drivers around us to look our way and scowl. The light turned green and Harry gunned it, causing me to shriek with joy. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned my whole torso out of the window, causing Harry yell "be careful!" Over the loud engine and music.

I rolled my eyes even though I knew he couldn't see me and yelled back "yes dad" The car swerved a bit but quickly regained composure. I sat back in my safe seat after that.

Soon he stopped and parked. "We're here!" He announced. We sat parked in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art!

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I haven't said this yet but this story takes place in New York City, I mentioned it was a city but I'm choosing New York. Has anyone ever been? I absolutely love it and hope to live there one day, I've also been to the Metropolitan Museum! anywaysssss vote, comment, and all that good stuff!