pretty baby // h.s

06 | drive.

warning: contains sexually explicit material.

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a.

it was saturday afternoon, and mr. styles had dropped me off at papa's place yesterday. i liked his name, it seemed to fit him so well.

i was still highly embarrassed and shocked at what happened yesterday. i mean, i was the one who had initiated the act. though, i've never thought he do something.. like that.

i only did it because i've seen collins doing it to another woman.

he was behind the house with some pretty little blonde dame, and they were whispering to each other and she was giggling. i didn't mean to spy on them as i was only looking for joey. but i couldn't help but look at what they were doing.

her dress was hiked up a bit and one of the buttons on the front of her dress was undone. she was leaning up against the house and collins was right up against her with his hand near her face. with his other hand i saw him gently caress her cheek. she blushed and they whispered some more.

he then put his hand on her upper thigh, though he didn't move or rub his hand against her or anything like what harry did to me.

i only stopped watching because joey had touched my shoulder and scared me.

"joey! come look. be quiet, collins is with a girl," i whispered to him and motioned him to come and see.

he looked at what they were doing and furrowed his eyebrows, taking me by the arm gently and pulling me away. he grunted quietly and made a tsking sound, almost as if he was scolding me. it didn't make me feel too hot.

"i'm sorry, i should have known better," i said quietly as we made our way back to the front of the house.

but if i'm being honest, i did kind of like what he had done to me. it was a bit strange and new, but it did feel nice. a different nice that made my tummy do flip flops. never had i let a boy, much less a man like himself, touch me in such an area.

that moment was on my mind all day for the past few days. 

i was out at the moment, papa has sent me to go get some bread and potatoes for dinner. surprisingly, he was not drunk today, though i'm sure it would change by nightfall.

i wore my usual white dress and hat, the fabric thin enough that it wouldn't make me hot. i had put my hair in two small braids, though they weren't very long, as my hair was short. i would love for it to be longer, but momma said it would be hard to keep up, so it never went past my shoulders.

in my arm was a basket filled with a loaf of bread, enough for me and papa's dinner tonight and enough for him to make sandwiches until next week. we would be having some baked potatoes for dinner, a side of toast and roast veggies that a neighbour had very kindly given us.

nearly home, i saw a peculiar sight that caught my eye.

at the corner of the street across from me sat a parked car. it was shiny, black and oh so familiar.

i could see the outline of his body, but his face was darkened and blurry as i was quite a bit away, and the car roof blocked the light of the sun on his face.

but i knew it was him, i could tell from his car.

the memory of his hand on my thigh flashed through my mind and i couldn't help but blush at the thought.

he was watching and following me, and i was actually quite flattered. i never got this sort of attention from anyone, and i felt little tiny butterflies in my tummy. did he actually like me?