Dark Flower✿

Chapter Six

The girl is who I picture as Mirror. I know I said ariana grande but that's just to mainstream. Enjoy xx.
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I woke up and turned over, checking to see the time. 10:45 a.m. These past few days with Harry have been.. Tense. We've both been on edge which is quite funny. Seeing a man, who is so used to control and doing everything and having people bow down to him, so flustered is funny. He can't seem to keep up with my remarks, the wittiness. I love it. Even if he gets angry, he does nothing but take deep breathes and say gentle words. The stylists had to cancel on Saturday, due to the weather. The maids have been here though, waking up with food and having a warm bath drawn to you is quite the life. It's so, so enjoyable. Harry has been gone, busy in his study, or working. Going out for training, boxing, sword fighting, the whole nine yards. It's truly amazing watching the muscles in his back work. It's currently a Tuesday and the stylist had planned to be here at eleven sharp. I am not ready to change my look. I'm happy with my split, Carmel ends. My bad eyebrows and gross lips. I am happy, no matter how ogerish I look or appear to people. I slide my feet out from underneath the sheets and went over to my closet and changed into a pair or light wash jeans and Harry's red flannel shirt. It seems so hipster for a king to have, especially one who's almost 24 but he did. And I was sure to tease him about it. I slid on some black socks and made my way to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my wavy hair, applied a minimum amount of makeup and headed downstairs. I was greeted by Mary and a few other maids who simply nodded their heads. I walked into the kitchen and made me a bowl of frosted flakes and grabbed a banana. Harry walked in a few minutes later and smiled down at me. "Nice shirt." I laughed and rolled my eyes. He was wearing a nice Gucci suit. He looked sexy. His hair was pushed back and he smelled so nice. He caught my state and the right side of his mouth twitched into a small smirk. "I have a meeting today," he walked over and grabbed a banana and kissed my forehead. "I take it you can handle the look on your own? I already told Spencer how I want you looking. He will pull through, okay?" I nodded and bit my lip. He stared at my lip for a minute and looked back at me, as his jaw tensed. "Don't bite your lip." he stated calmly. I released my lip and blushed, looking down. When I looked back up he was still staring, causing me to blush more. "I'll see you later, babe." I was on fire. He came by and leaned in to kiss me, I closed my eyes waiting. A few seconds later I still felt no lips on mine so I opened my eyes to see him smirking. I pouted a bit before he whispered. "Laters, baby." I pushed him away and he chuckled and walked out. Asshole. The stylist was knocking on the door two minutes later, and dragging me up the stairs five. He immediately snapped his fingers and two girls ran in carrying huge suitcases, he sat me down in a chair and stared at me while the girls stood there quietly. "I'm thinking, darker hair. Make sure it's very dark at the roots, almost black but still brown. Plucked eyebrows, maybe we will darken those as well, waxed and perfectly shaped. We will put the longer lash remedy on her and give her some and teach her how to do it. Maybe three inches off and a shot to plump her lips up because, honey those things are dragging." I would normally be offended but it was true, I did need to take better care of myself but I feel like not everything he talked about was bad. They immediately went to work and started pulling me every which way. I was growing tired and irritable within the two hours they'd been here. Luckily, they were done in the next fifteen minutes. "Okay, darling. You look fabulous. Ready to see?" I nodded eagerly and gasped as soon as I saw me. "Oh my god." I said calmly. My eyebrows were perfect, my hair was trimmed and neat and clean. My lips were full and freshly pink with a little gloss. My cheekbones looked higher, my freckles made me look more mature. The very few spread across my nose really set off my look. I smiled and screeched and jumped into his arms and hugged him. "Thank you so much!!!" he smiled and chuckled and rubbed my back. "Anytime, dear." I was about to continue on with my gratitude when I heard a husky voice from behind us.
"What's going on in here?" I turned around and saw Harry leaning up against the door frame, jacket across his arm and the few buttons to his white button up, unbuttoned. His tie was loose and his long curly hair was starting to fall around his beautiful face. He looked stunning. He slowly brought his finger up and pulled it back in the direction of himself, signaling me to walk to where he was standing. Slowly and gracefully, I walked over to him and stood a few short feet away from him. His hand reached up and stroked my hair back gently, as he took in every new feature. His lips curled up in a smile of appreciation, his eyes focusing now behind me.
"You did well, spencer. What do I owe you?" Spencer shook his head and walked over to Harry and patter his chest, "That fine man, Louis Tomlinson? His ass on my dinner plate, preferably in one of your Gucci suits would do just the trick. Until you can give me that, the answer will always be nothing. Have a good evening, your majesty. Princess." he bowed, looking over at me before exiting. I bit my lip and looked up at Harry to see him already staring at me. "Don't bite your lip." He warned, giving me a look. I immediately released my lip and looked down and blushed. Harry lifted my chin and I closed my eyes. I heard him sigh and kiss my head, wrapping his muscular arms around me. "How about dinner and some wine to celebrate?" He smiled down at me. I opened my eyes to meet his and grinned.
"That'd be nice."