Obsessive || continuation ||

123.

Arabella's point of view.

Harry has gone upstairs, probably to sleep as I walked to the kitchen to make myself dinner. We arrived home late, which wasn't unusual for harry, as he got home late everyday. I walked to the fridge, pulling out lettuce, cheese, and ceaser dressing, before opening the freezer and pulling out chicken.

I quickly heated some oil in a pan, and fried the chicken, which I'm aware is unhealthy, but I'm unhealthy so it's okay. I need to start working out, get that summer body. But ya know, ice cream.

I hummed along to the soft music I had playing on the speaker. Swaying along as I mixed the chicken.

"I'm so, I'm so grateful for my ex. Thank you next." I sang along, dancing around in the kitchen. Life was good.

I fixed my salad on the plate, walking to the couch and turning on the tv. I scrolled through the channels, before seeing the twilight series was on. I quickly selected it, before taking a bite of my salad.

"Oh my gosh bella! It's not a hard choice, chose Jacob he's so much cuter."  I thought to myself, honestly how could anyone think Edward is cuter? No thank you. My phone that was now freshly charged buzzed, I checked to see a text from Sophia.

From Sophia : hey girl! How r u?

I smiled at the text from my friend who I hadn't spoken too recently.

To Sophia: I'm good! How r u?

I clicked my phone shut and continued watching my movie, taking another large bite of my salad.

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I lied in bed beside harry as he slept, watching his chest slowly rising and falling in a perfect pattern as soft snores escaped his lips. I slowly turned over to grab the journal I had taken from Harry's desk, and slowly flipped through the pages.

September 3rd, 8:24 pm.

Today has been weird. I met Arabella, and she's beautiful. Breathtaking even, her soft features make my heart swoon. I can tell this won't be easy, but soon it'll all be over with, once the plan goes through I can get rid of her. Wish me luck.

My heart ached as the idea of harry just using me for a plan echoed in my mind. My eyes glanced across a few more pages before a page that had be written today caught my eye.

9:15 am

I love her. I love her so much, I love her too much. I'm not good enough, and she'll never be satisfied with me. She will wanna get married, have kids, and a family she can rely on. How can I keep her? She'll leave as soon as she knows what I did. I love her , and I hate myself for it.

A single tear fell from my eye as I read the small paragraph he had written. I felt the familiar nauseous feeling I had been experiencing for days now form in my stomach and I swiftly rose from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

I sat on the floor by the toilet , groaning as I held my stomach. The pain in my head banged as I leaned against the bathtub. I closed my eyes, as the fantasy of two small girls running around a nice house, curly brown hair and dimples suited them, as their giggles filled the air.

Tears flowed from my eyes as I realized harry would never want that. But I wanted him, I never wanted to spend a day away from him, but all my life I dreamed of being a mom, I dreamed of having a family.

I rose from the bathroom floor and wiped the tears from my face, that was now splotchy and red, I cleaned myself up, and walked back to the bed, where harry layed in the same position he was when I left. I slowly slipped under the covers, closing my eyes and finally falling asleep.

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I woke up to see harry leaving the room, it was now pitch black out, as I turned and pressed the home button of my phone as it read 3:22 am. I felt the pain in my head bang again, and the nausea come back, as I groaned and slowly rose from the bed. Walking through the door and down the large staircase, to the kitchen. I saw harry standing by the sink, facing the window, his curly hair messy as he slowly ran his hand through it.

"What are you doing awake, love?" I called out softly,  his body quickly turning toward me. His bloodshot eyes scanned me, making me feel small in his presence. He look me in the eyes and spoke the words I would never forget:

"Marry me, Arabella."

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You guys probably hate me for not updating sooner! I'm so sorry! :( but , here's an update, I wanted to throw in Arabella's point of view , I felt like last chapter skipped around a bit so this one is more detailed. Anyways, next chapter is gonna have her response to hazzas proposal, what do u guys think she's gonna say?!!!? Anyways , I hope you guys enjoy, Love u babes 🥰