Yours truly. H.S

Chapter 1

Let's start by saying my life is an average 17 year old girls life , if you class that as having a father who is rich and your life is planned out by that same rich man, if you class that as mega parties and celebrations just to show off how rich you are, if you class that as having a "boyfriend" who you actually think of as your brother but you have to "love him" because his family is also rich. Actually my life isn't normal it's utter shit.

My brother joey or should I say 'Joseph' lives for this type of life, he's 4 years older then me and he is clearly our parents favourite, he's married to Madeline, another family friend whom comes from a background where her mother owns a fashion business, don't get me wrong I love Madeline, I actually think of her as my best friend but that's more because my parents accept her and want me to be just like her when I am a bit older, last but not least my mother, well she is one beautiful lady, thanks to the hair and make up team every single day, honestly I would do a few coats of mascara a day and call it done, but nope that isn't an option for my mother, apparently it would look embarrassing for my dad if she doesn't look perfect every single day, and apparently I should do the same for mason, like I said utter shit.

Right now I'm sat in a chair getting my make up done by one of my mothers team "red lip stick or nude miss?" I was already hating every second and her constantly asking me for colour options was driving me around the bend "nude please" I faked a smile and she nodded getting back to her work, tonight's one of my dads big parties, he's joining up with Madeline's mother Cheryl to show off her new line of dresses, which of course I have to wear "how would you like your hair miss, I recommend an up do to show off the back of this beautiful gown" all I do is nod, I don't care what the fuck you do with my hair as long as it's done quickly, my mother is sat in the chair next to me, also wearing one of the famous Cheryl potter dresses "oh Arabella darling, you look beautiful, you should start getting this done more often" I look up to my mum and fake a smile "thank you mum, but you know I don't have time for things like this" she rolls her eyes at me and continues to get glammed up "okay miss you're done" I stand up from the chair and look in the mirror, I did look pretty and this dress really was beautiful, maybe my mothers right, mason would be proud to have me on his arm tonight.

I walk into my shoe wardrobe, oh yeh another normal thing, I have a shoe wardrobe room and walk in closet for my clothes, not that I have even worn half of this stuff ever, just another gift from my dad, I pull out some white heels with the Vivienne Westwood logos on the front and slip them on to my feet, okay done I take one last glance into the mirror and walk down stairs to were the party was being held.

"There's my beautiful girl" I smile to see mason waiting for me at the end of the stair well "hello handsome, you look very dapper tonight" he winks and holds out his arm for me "Mrs potter will be so pleased to see you modelling her gown so well, you look like a model baby" I smile but it wasn't genuine, something I've learned living this life, just smile and it will be over as soon as it came "your dads hired people to hand out champagne and appetisers tonight, he must be going all out" I look around to notice the few random people dotted around the room wearing black and holding trays filled with numbers of glasses and small items "he wants to make sure everyone has a great night, Cheryl has promised him half the profits for her dress sales" I role my eyes, my dads such a fucking snob and I hate him, he sees his home as a profit bin and sees his family as money signs, great role model "oh I see, well my dear I'm going to go find the woman of the hour I will be back later, okay?" I nod and give him a small smile, he kisses me on the cheek and with that he's gone, I walk over to one of the chairs been placed out and sit down, tonight's gonna be a long night I thought to my self, I look up to find someone catching my eye, he had brown curly hair and eyes as green as emeralds, he was very tall and lean but muscular, god he was beautiful "would you like some champagne, miss?" He holds out a glass to me with a smile on his pink plump lips "yes please, sir" I take the glass and with that he walks away, but my eyes followed him, in fact for the whole night my eyes found there way back to the handsome man. I had to find out his name, how? I don't know yet but I had to, something was drawing me to him and I had no idea why but I needed to know , I built up the courage and marched over to the tall man "excuse me, sir?" I tapped him on the back and he spun around to look at me, a smirk on his lips damn those lips "here for a another glass, miss?" I nodded and he handed me another "anything else?" I knew it was very odd to ask someone who was working my fathers event for their name, but he was different and I knew it, I felt it deep in my bones "your name, please" he looked at me, his smile deepening "styles miss, Harry styles" I returned his smile and held out my hand "Arabella Michaelson" he took it and my whole body shook, I've never felt like that whenever mason would touch me, or anyone for the matter why him? My subconscious asked me, I didn't know what to think or feel or act but I knew this wasn't the last time I'd see harry styles.

A few more hours into the party I hear a girl call my name "Arabella! Oh ara darling" I turn to see Lucy running over to me, Lucy was Madeline's younger sister, she had chocolate brown eyes and hair that matched, she was tall and slim, incredibly beautiful and I knew she was having sex with my boyfriend, but I didn't care because he wasn't what I wanted in the first place "hey Lucy" I smiled and took her in an embrace, Lucy was wearing a long red satin dress with a very exposing neck line "you look stunning ara, I'll have to tell mummy to hire you as her new model" she giggled and I faked one back and with that she was gone " LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, attention please" I could hear Cheryl potter getting ready to show of her gowns, so I made my way to the front " firstly me and Mr Richard Michaelson would like to thank everyone who came tonight, it means a great lot to us both" everyone claps and I put on a fake smile and clap along "so I welcome everyone to my new line of dresses, I like to call princess potter gowns" everyone claps again and there are a few cheers in the gust of people "firstly we have Megan Misty in our beautiful purple satin sleeves gown..." I stopped listening I just didn't care, all I had to do was smile move my hips side to side turn and sit back down and that's all I focused on, until those emerald eyes came into view and I could help but stare "next we have Arabella, modelling our white satin gown..." I stood up my eyes never leaving his and waited for my line "if you can see the back has lace detail to show of the elegant buttons all the way down.." I turned around and I felt his eyes burning into my back, as well as everyone's else's and then I heard the claps and I turned back to face him, but he was gone.

Authors note
Hellooooo, so what you all think
The picture at the top or side is the dress Arabella was wearing, Arabella is played by Claire holt, Please vote and comment it would mean a lot, thank you xxx