The Dollhouse
The Dollhouse || 04
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||Note||
Hello! How have you been? I'm sorry that I have disappeared from Wattpad for a while but now I'm back with Chapter||04! I'd really appreciate it if you could check out my other fan fiction Dangerous it's a Vampire Harry Styles fan fiction (yahs I know some of you are weirded out by the idea of writing a story in which one of the boys is a Vampire, Ghost, Werewolf and other supernatural creatures, that by my acknowledge don't exist and never had, but who knows maybe some night a hot-shot vampire will turn up at your bedroom door..hehe xx) Anyway! I'd also love to dedicate this chapter to hazza_1 she has been very supportive lately, she voted and commented on each chapter and I THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT ILY!!
enjoy xx
Chapter||04
doll•house (ˈdɒlˌhaʊs)
n., pl. -hous•es (-ˌhaʊ zɪz)
1. a miniature house the scale of children's dolls.
2. a cozy, diminutive house.
Also, esp. Brit.,doll's′ house'.
[1775-85]
"Dollhouse?!"I laughed following him through the narrow path, past some high, metal, new polished gates. I've never had a dollhouse for myself when I was younger. I remember that there was a dollhouse that us, girls, used to play with in the foster house. But sadly, it ended up broken after a fight between two girls. The fight was over who played more with the dollhouse. I didn't see much of that dollhouse and I'm so excited right now, because I get to live in one instead.
"Yes."He laughed, fishing the keys out from his tight jeans pocket. The porch was beautifully painted in white, making the color of the various flowers that grew vivaciously, freely and colorfully in various elegantly painted flowerpots stand out. I was tempted to walk over and touch them, to feel the delicate petals brush against my finger tips.
"Angelina, come on in!"Mr.Styles voice brought me back from my short daydream about the beautiful flowers. My heels were soaked from the little puddle I overlooked and splashed through on my way here. I tiptoed over to him, my arms hugging my body tightly hoping to feel just a little bit of what was left of my body's warmness.
"It's so cold!"I laughed despite, the uncomfortable cold that squeezed through my flesh and shook my bones. The sweet warmness of the house engulfed me, relaxing my body's muscles, but my teeth were still closing on each other in a loud chatter. Harry's teeth were chattering too, the tip of his nose was pink, and so were his cheeks. He looked like a little kid who has been playing outside until the disturbing rain gave him no other choice than to get back home if he didn't want to catch a flu that would stop him from going out when it stops raining. But instead he was a grown up, beautiful man who forgot to take the keys to his house before leaving for the Seasonal Auction of Slaves where he bought me. As unequitable, prejudicial and discriminatory as that sounds..it's true.
"I'm sorry, Angelina. I'm really sorry."He turned on the lights, running a hand through his hair.
"It's fine, just please give me something I could change into."I pulled the soaking material of my dress away from my body, only for it to stick to my flesh again. As Harry hung his soaking blazer on the black coat hanger that stood on one foot by the front door, I spotted a radiator on the other side. I squealed like a little girl and ran over to it. I put my hands flatly on it, pressed my shins, knees and thighs to the hot surface and let out a long breath of relief when I felt the warmness spread across my frozen body like Nutella chocolate on a pancake. Sweet, delicious, and mind-blowing.
"Aaahhh..."I sighed, closing my eyes. I kneeled side-ways on the left and pressed my left cheek against the white, hot metal of the radiator. Soon enough my cheek started burning so I switched on the other side to warm the right side of my body.
Ahh..this feels good. I wonder what else feels good.
"What are you doing?"Harry's laughter made my eyes shot open and a wide grin spread across my face.
"Just warming up."I closed my eyes again."You should try it too."I stood up again to warm up my thighs.
"No thanks."He shook his head, and sent me a you're-so-childish-I-can't-believe-you look.
"Shame. You don't even know what you're missing."I shrugged, leaning my forehead on the wallpaper-covered wall, and closing my eyes. I haven't had time to look around yet, but I caught a glimpse of the white expensive parquet. I hum to myself.
Soon enough, about three minutes or so later, I felt Harry's cold, wet body pressing to my left. I giggled when I heard him sigh in relief. I opened my eyes, and saw him leaning his forehead on the wall, just like I am, his lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out slowly. His slightly long hair fell onto his face.
His eyes were closed so I took this as an opportunity to let my eyes wander down his side. Angelina! You have no shame checking your first owner like that?! I rolled my eyes at myself and continued the shameless check-your-first-owner move. His black, almost see-through shirt clung to his body due to it's wetness, hugging his perfectly sculptured biceps and muscles. His large hands were holding the top of the radiator tightly, making his veins more visible. Damn, those hands are so large and sexy. Why am I blushing because of this? I'm so shameless!
"Staring is rude, Angelina."Harry muttered, and the muscles in my body froze. I couldn't even move my gaze away from him. Damn.
"I'm not staring."I tried to sound as casual as possible. I looked away embarrassed. What's happening to me? Why does he have this effect on me? I've been caught staring at people more than once but not once have I ever been this embarrassed.
Harry chuckled and slowly parted his eyelids, and stared down at me. I looked away avoiding his amused gaze."Angelina,"
"Alright! I might have been giving you a quick glance."I gave up, letting out a short laugh. I turned around so I was leaning my butt on the radiator.
"Just a quick glance you say, huh?"The amusement that was laced through his words, managed to worsen things up for me."Okay."
"Don't flatter yourself Mr.Styles."I shook my head, and folded my arms across my chest. My dress is starting to dry up, and so is my hair. It's still damp but at least not soaking.
"But I do feel special that I get to be checked out by the Angelina Eaton."He laughed poking my rib. I swatted his hand away and pushed myself off the radiator and winced.
"What happened?"He pushed himself off the radiator and stood in front of me, frowning in concern.
"My butt is on fire."
"What?!"He burst out laughing. I took a step back and admired him. He's so handsome. God! I've said that in the past few hours more times than I've said it to anyone in my entire life. I fought the urge to reach over and poke his cute, little dimple that adored his blushed cheek.
"That was hilarious."He said after he finally finished laughing.
"You were hilarious Mr.Styles and kind of cute."I smiled, shifting from one foot to the other, avoiding his gaze.
"Do I amuse you Miss Eaton?"He raised and eyebrow at me.
"Maybe."I pushed a strand behind my ear and smiled.
"And you think I'm cute?"He failed miserably in attempt to hide his amusement.
"Kind of."
"So maybe yes and maybe no."When is he going to drop this embarrassing conversation?
"Mmm..Maybe."I giggled.
||Note||
Hello! How have you been? I'm sorry that I have disappeared from Wattpad for a while but now I'm back with Chapter||04! I'd really appreciate it if you could check out my other fan fiction Dangerous it's a Vampire Harry Styles fan fiction (yahs I know some of you are weirded out by the idea of writing a story in which one of the boys is a Vampire, Ghost, Werewolf and other supernatural creatures, that by my acknowledge don't exist and never had, but who knows maybe some night a hot-shot vampire will turn up at your bedroom door..hehe xx) Anyway! I'd also love to dedicate this chapter to hazza_1 she has been very supportive lately, she voted and commented on each chapter and I THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THAT ILY!!
enjoy xx
Chapter||04
doll•house (ˈdɒlˌhaʊs)
n., pl. -hous•es (-ˌhaʊ zɪz)
1. a miniature house the scale of children's dolls.
2. a cozy, diminutive house.
Also, esp. Brit.,doll's′ house'.
[1775-85]
"Dollhouse?!"I laughed following him through the narrow path, past some high, metal, new polished gates. I've never had a dollhouse for myself when I was younger. I remember that there was a dollhouse that us, girls, used to play with in the foster house. But sadly, it ended up broken after a fight between two girls. The fight was over who played more with the dollhouse. I didn't see much of that dollhouse and I'm so excited right now, because I get to live in one instead.
"Yes."He laughed, fishing the keys out from his tight jeans pocket. The porch was beautifully painted in white, making the color of the various flowers that grew vivaciously, freely and colorfully in various elegantly painted flowerpots stand out. I was tempted to walk over and touch them, to feel the delicate petals brush against my finger tips.
"Angelina, come on in!"Mr.Styles voice brought me back from my short daydream about the beautiful flowers. My heels were soaked from the little puddle I overlooked and splashed through on my way here. I tiptoed over to him, my arms hugging my body tightly hoping to feel just a little bit of what was left of my body's warmness.
"It's so cold!"I laughed despite, the uncomfortable cold that squeezed through my flesh and shook my bones. The sweet warmness of the house engulfed me, relaxing my body's muscles, but my teeth were still closing on each other in a loud chatter. Harry's teeth were chattering too, the tip of his nose was pink, and so were his cheeks. He looked like a little kid who has been playing outside until the disturbing rain gave him no other choice than to get back home if he didn't want to catch a flu that would stop him from going out when it stops raining. But instead he was a grown up, beautiful man who forgot to take the keys to his house before leaving for the Seasonal Auction of Slaves where he bought me. As unequitable, prejudicial and discriminatory as that sounds..it's true.
"I'm sorry, Angelina. I'm really sorry."He turned on the lights, running a hand through his hair.
"It's fine, just please give me something I could change into."I pulled the soaking material of my dress away from my body, only for it to stick to my flesh again. As Harry hung his soaking blazer on the black coat hanger that stood on one foot by the front door, I spotted a radiator on the other side. I squealed like a little girl and ran over to it. I put my hands flatly on it, pressed my shins, knees and thighs to the hot surface and let out a long breath of relief when I felt the warmness spread across my frozen body like Nutella chocolate on a pancake. Sweet, delicious, and mind-blowing.
"Aaahhh..."I sighed, closing my eyes. I kneeled side-ways on the left and pressed my left cheek against the white, hot metal of the radiator. Soon enough my cheek started burning so I switched on the other side to warm the right side of my body.
Ahh..this feels good. I wonder what else feels good.
"What are you doing?"Harry's laughter made my eyes shot open and a wide grin spread across my face.
"Just warming up."I closed my eyes again."You should try it too."I stood up again to warm up my thighs.
"No thanks."He shook his head, and sent me a you're-so-childish-I-can't-believe-you look.
"Shame. You don't even know what you're missing."I shrugged, leaning my forehead on the wallpaper-covered wall, and closing my eyes. I haven't had time to look around yet, but I caught a glimpse of the white expensive parquet. I hum to myself.
Soon enough, about three minutes or so later, I felt Harry's cold, wet body pressing to my left. I giggled when I heard him sigh in relief. I opened my eyes, and saw him leaning his forehead on the wall, just like I am, his lips slightly parted as he breathed in and out slowly. His slightly long hair fell onto his face.
His eyes were closed so I took this as an opportunity to let my eyes wander down his side. Angelina! You have no shame checking your first owner like that?! I rolled my eyes at myself and continued the shameless check-your-first-owner move. His black, almost see-through shirt clung to his body due to it's wetness, hugging his perfectly sculptured biceps and muscles. His large hands were holding the top of the radiator tightly, making his veins more visible. Damn, those hands are so large and sexy. Why am I blushing because of this? I'm so shameless!
"Staring is rude, Angelina."Harry muttered, and the muscles in my body froze. I couldn't even move my gaze away from him. Damn.
"I'm not staring."I tried to sound as casual as possible. I looked away embarrassed. What's happening to me? Why does he have this effect on me? I've been caught staring at people more than once but not once have I ever been this embarrassed.
Harry chuckled and slowly parted his eyelids, and stared down at me. I looked away avoiding his amused gaze."Angelina,"
"Alright! I might have been giving you a quick glance."I gave up, letting out a short laugh. I turned around so I was leaning my butt on the radiator.
"Just a quick glance you say, huh?"The amusement that was laced through his words, managed to worsen things up for me."Okay."
"Don't flatter yourself Mr.Styles."I shook my head, and folded my arms across my chest. My dress is starting to dry up, and so is my hair. It's still damp but at least not soaking.
"But I do feel special that I get to be checked out by the Angelina Eaton."He laughed poking my rib. I swatted his hand away and pushed myself off the radiator and winced.
"What happened?"He pushed himself off the radiator and stood in front of me, frowning in concern.
"My butt is on fire."
"What?!"He burst out laughing. I took a step back and admired him. He's so handsome. God! I've said that in the past few hours more times than I've said it to anyone in my entire life. I fought the urge to reach over and poke his cute, little dimple that adored his blushed cheek.
"That was hilarious."He said after he finally finished laughing.
"You were hilarious Mr.Styles and kind of cute."I smiled, shifting from one foot to the other, avoiding his gaze.
"Do I amuse you Miss Eaton?"He raised and eyebrow at me.
"Maybe."I pushed a strand behind my ear and smiled.
"And you think I'm cute?"He failed miserably in attempt to hide his amusement.
"Kind of."
"So maybe yes and maybe no."When is he going to drop this embarrassing conversation?
"Mmm..Maybe."I giggled.
Notes
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Sorry that I couldn't make it longer, but I really need to go to bed! I'm really tired and tomorrow I have trainings + I have to study for a test in Arabic.
I'll update soon! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!
See you soon! Xx
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