RED DRAGON

Sober Mistakes & Drunk Conversations

Abigail

All I can do is state at my reflection in the mirror as I hook my earring onto my ears, causally glancing down at my body to see if my outfit looked well. Shortly, I felt myself start to doubt how I look in my outfit causing me to walk my bathroom and into my bedroom where Zara patiently waits on my bed.

"Do I look bad?" I ask.

Zara looks up from her lap and gazed her eyes over me before rolling her eyes playfully. "You look amazing, stop doubting yourself!"

I smile, "You're not gonna wear what I bought you?" I inquire as I walk over my vanity to stare at myself just a bit more.

Zara nods, "Yeah, I was just waiting for you to get out of the bathroom so I could change."

"You could've changed in here."

"No! What if you walked in while I was naked, I was not trying to have that happen."

I shook my head with a grin on my face," Go change!"

As I am sitting down at the front of my vanity, I hear my phone chime while laying on the edge of my bed where I thrown it earlier. I sigh deeply as I get up and pick it up, which made my screen turn on and allows me to see the message that came through.

It was from an unknown number.

Unknown: Hello.x

I raise an eyebrow, wondering who it was, I open the text and began to type.

who's this?

They respond immediately after.

Who do you think?

I figured it would be daddy since there's been times where he had to get a new number to protect himself, so he wouldn't get tracked.

daddy?

Yes, it's your daddy.

I cringe extremely as I read the text in my head.

my father would never call himself daddy.

who are you?

Guess, baby.

I roll my eyes as I roll my head back before turning off my phone and head downstairs. No one calls me baby besides Harry. He knows how much I hate it."You could've just walked up to my room if you wanted to talk, bum."

I stood at the bottom of the stair case, waiting for his remark back like he always does, but he didn't say anything. All he did was... stare? Quickly, I start to feel uncomfortable since all he did was look at me in complete silence, so I look down at my outfit, doubting it again.

It was a simple little black dress from Saint Laurent that I paired with black stilettos. "Is there something wrong with the way I look?" I ask.

He snaps out of his daze and coughs awkwardly, "No. But, your knees are ashy." He swiftly points out.

I exhaled and thought, there's the normal Harry.

"And your lips are chapped," I quickly fire back.

His eyebrows rose, "You've been staring at my lips?"

I jerk my head back with a disgusted look on my face, "Never. I would get herpes just by looking at them."

I hear him chuckle deeply as I walk over to the kitchen island to place things in my purse that I might need later on in the night. And while I do, I hear Harry's footsteps inch closer to me but I was too busy to look up to see if he was actually getting closer to me.