18 - Sorta Weird
It felt quite odd for me to be in these clothes, I feel like I’m not in my rightful place anymore. I guess I just have to get used to bigger and better things, including more expensive items. I was always the person that searched for sales and discounts, saving money was a lot for me when I was younger – especially when I started working after school jobs. The things I had weren’t much in quantity, but at least I had something you know, better than nothing at all.
“Do you like everything? Are the makeup products colors you like?” Harry asks as I follow behind him down the stairs, his hand gripping mine tight. “Yes.. yes sir.’’ I mumble out, giving off a small smile to the back of his head.
“Good, I hoped you would like it all. I’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable.” He says as we reach the bottom of the staircase. I continue to walk behind him, his hand never leaving mine.
We exit through the door he brought me through last night, the garage is where we stand now. My eyes looked down the line of vehicles owned by this amazing man.
At least I know he earns his money the right way – he has a career and he does work, he’s very good at what he does and that’s why he’s got a lot of money. Doing what you love can bring in a good profit, and in his field it’s very common.
Harry guides me to a dark blue car, I think it’s a Maserati. He opens the passenger side door and lets my hand go, motioning for me to get in. I sit down on the seat and drape the sweater over my lap, I didn’t want to get too hot. If it gets cold I’ll put it on. Just as I was about to grab my seatbelt, Harry leans in the car and does it for me, buckling it in to the slot.
“Th-thank you, Ha-harry.’’ I stutter out, nervous to say his name out loud for the first time. He smiles at me, his lips placing a soft kiss on my cheek. “You’re welcome, Anna Lisa.’’ He mumbles back. I realize a sigh of relief, I felt good at the moment, as he shut the door and walked around the front of the car, plunging his hand into his pocket.
He opens the door once he’s gotten the keys out from his pocket. I glance over as he gets it, starting the car in a quick second. “I haven’t really drive this one much, just got it.’’ Harry says as he shuts his door and adjusts himself in the seat. “It’s a, uh, a Maserati Ghibli.’’ He adds in, looking over at me.
“You alright?’’ Harry asks, his hand touching my thigh as he furrows his eyebrows, focusing on my response to him. I swallow the lump in my throat, beginning to feel a bit more confident while replying to him. I think that’s a good thing, right?
“Yes.. sir. Um, just.. I feel sorta.. weird.’’ I admit, my eyes trailing to my lap where I twist the ring around my finger. I couldn’t help but stare at his hand though, it’s so large and gentle with the touch – for now. “Why’s that, baby?’’ He asks, the pad of his thumb rubbing against my leg, I could feel it well through the fabric of the jeans.
“These clothes.. I’m.. I’m not used to.. you know.. nicer things.’’ My voice was soft as I spoke to him, I have a feeling that I’ll be in my shy stage for quite a while. “Well for one thing, it’s not because I want you make you look prettier. I want to treat you to better things. Clothes don’t make you beautiful, you’re already beautiful the way you are, love.” Harry assures me with a squeeze of my thigh.
My cheeks burn up at the nice words leaving his mouth, he’s such a gentlemen. I nod to him, just a sign that I understood what he said and I respect his reasoning. Harry Styles is probably the most amazing person I’ve ever met.
Scratch that, he is the most amazing person I’ve ever met on this earth.
//so I decided to throw this one on in since it's short. Special thanks to my lovely friend Bri, she made the polyvore set. I didn't have my account at the time but now I do, so I will me making them from here on out. But she's a lovely person and a silent reader ;) //
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