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        NOTE// so finally...the official trailer is here for Dust Bones! (took me hours but it's finished! woohoo!)

        THE DRESS was mine, finally. The lady who ran the shop was trying to tell me that I couldn't buy it, for it was not for sale when clearly there was a sign that it was. Harry ended up throwing cash on the counter, angrily telling her that she can keep the change and we walked out with the dress. For that only purpose, Harry has been quite useful for me.

        It was a white dress, cut out back so my skin there would show. It flowed with me, it felt heavenly on me. Soft material, cooling and snug around my body. I loved it. I fell in love with a dress, and personified it so it seemed like my friend. My only friend.

        Once I was relocated, I could not contact my other friends no matter how much I wanted to. No matter how close we got to each other in that time period I was in a specific location. It was bad of me to even dial a number without the consent of my father. It was horrible. Not having one friend. But it is the life I live.

        When I returned, I was greeted by my sister Paige Gates. She was fifteen, two years younger than me. I tried to send her a smile, and when I did she rejected the idea of looking happy or showing any kindness towards me. She would say I was the favored daughter. The pretty one, the loved one.

        Not a single moment would pass by when I'd try and convince her that was not true. Paige just hates me and hates the attention I get, which is equal to what she obtains, but she still refuses to believe that. I crave her sisterly approval of certain things. But when I said I was going to the party, and she said she was told to stay indoors, I could see the envy and the hatred in her eyes.

        I sat on my bed, staring at the wall ahead of me. Luckily, Harry was somewhere else. He seemed to be working on something with my father, and then declared that he will be taking a nap before the party. Paige stayed in the room across from mine. She would occasionally ask one of the men for a glass of water or something she could use to entertain herself. 

        But she would not go near me.

        I sighed heavily to myself, deciding that if I wanted to look good, I should start before hand. I began to do my makeup. Perfect wings across my eyelids and some eyeshadow for show. I brushed mascara into my eyelashes, and realized that I was finished with makeup much faster than I really thought. I wasn't going to wear foundation considering I didn't have any of that with me.

        There was a flat iron in one of the drawers of the vanity, and I was shocked to see it. How convenient. Apparently, my father does know me. I used it to make my hair look decent, figuring leaving it down would be best. I spent another thirty minutes on that before I looked at the clock. Seven twenty already.

        I started to undress myself, kicking off articles of clothing until I stood in nothing but my underwear. I decided wearing a bra with the dress wouldn't be necessary, considering it is not see through and its material is not thin. Plus, my back will be showing, so there wasn't a need for a bra. All of this was pointless, however the second I turned around the door was being opened.

        A scream slipped my lips as I saw the pair of green eyes that I came to feel uncomfortable with widen for a slight second before I shouted, "Get the Hell out!" My heart was in my throat, knowing he'd just seen me bare from the waist up.

        This feels like being violated by eyesight. I felt my face burning hot as I snapped and pressed my hands against my breasts, covering them from him. He hadn't closed the door again until he'd come back down from astonishment, which was about three seconds after I screamed for him to get out.

        I coughed, inhaling deeply. A loud clear of my throat followed. I wanted to just throw myself out that window to my right, knowing that whatever this was would be over. Less painful than having to see Harry again after this. Now he will have a valid imagination of me. God, that's really, really unnerving.

        Paige came in seconds later when I was putting on the dress.

        "Why did you scream?" She asked, sounding annoyed.       

        "My idiot body guard didn't knock." I answered to her politely, not really being polite to Harry in this case.

        She huffed. "He's so attractive. Of course you'd get the attractive one. I'm stuck with the one in his mid thirties who's always playing Flappy Bird on his phone." Paige shook her head, rolling her eyes. "I'd throw myself all over that man you've got. He's gorgeous."

        I looked at her in horror, fixing the edge of my dress, turning it so it fit straight. "He's...he's an asshole. He doesn't have feelings."

        "So? He's so hot." She persisted, shrugging her shoulders. "And dad would kill you and him, anyway. I'd die to sleep with that guy."

        My flustered face made her chuckle. "It's not funny, Paige. I know he's...," I gave up, having to admit it myself. "He's so attractive. But that's not the point. He's to ensure security, not to sleep with."

        "But you'd do it, wouldn't you?" Paige grinned smugly.

        I parted my lips, burning hot with the embarrassment from before and the one I'm currently experiencing. "I-I..." I stammered, eyes widening. "No! That's inappropriate of me. And of him. We're like co-workers."

        "Which makes it ten times hotter!" She exclaimed. "Catalina, you are so stupid. You've got everything, and you waste it, trying to please dad."

        My eyebrows furrowed in a frown. "No I don't. I've done things for myself."

        She rolled her eyes. "Let's not get into that conversation now. But all I'm saying is, do it. He's so hot it'd be a crime to walk away from him and not fuck him."

        A sour smile curved into my lips, my displeasure quite obvious by now. "You need to stop talking about him. Go back to your room, please," I pleaded gently, fixing my dress for the last time. I stared into the mirror, Paige gazing over at me from head to toe. Her eyes were envious, but her words said otherwise.         

        "You look pretty, by the way," is all she said before exiting the bedroom. I stared at the door just as it closed, thinking to myself for a slight second. I wanted to thank her, but I had the feeling she wasn't being genuine.

        I glanced at myself in the mirror again, frowning a bit at the last words she had said. I can't tell whether she meant it, or she was just too pleased that I looked absolutely horrible.

        There was another knock on the door, and I shouted, "Come in!" However, my attention was placed towards the mirror.

        Harry had stepped inside, looking as annoyed and angry as he has ever been. I should be the one angry. He was the one to walk on me while I was attempting to get dressed.

        Without thinking, I asked, "Harry, do I look alright?"

        There was a long pause. I counted to thirty approximately before realizing he was just staring at me. Well, not in the face, but directly at my body. His eyes scanned my appearance slowly, taking his time like I wasn't about to tell him to stop. Yet, I hadn't told him to.

        When he was ready, he replied, "You look perfect." His tone was quieter, yet the same dry feeling to it. "Now, let's. Go." He warned, giving me a look.

        I huffed to myself, watching him stalk out of the room. What surprised me was the lack of acknowledgement towards the fact that he had seen me more than half naked half an hour ago.

        "There is my beautiful daughter," my father gushed the second I stepped outside. He started asking the men around us "isn't she just stunning" and even if they disagreed they would nod and smile, afraid to get shot directly between their two eyes.

        Harry nodded as well, climbing into the car right as I followed him. My father insisted on riding in a separate car, claiming he needed to think on his own about the offers he's getting tonight. One of the men made a joke and asked if he plans on shooting anyone tonight. I stopped listening after that.

       I sat there in silence. I'd occasionally glance out the window with admiration, distracted by the beauty this location had to offer. I'm well aware of Harry's presence. And that he is not only dressed up in black again, but that he is watching me closely.

       For my sake, I tried to forget about his intense stare. But, it became a futile attempt the second I turned my head to tell him, "Please don't stare at me."

        He didn't react. Harry continued to stare, his pale green eyes piercing through my own. I shifted in my seat, sighing uncomfortably.

       "Does that make you uncomfortable?" He asked suddenly. His voice was low,  raspy.

        I watched him carefully. "Yes." I replied slowly.

        He just nodded. Seconds later, he rasped out, "Don't leave your door unlocked next time."

        "Let's not talk about that," I blushed,  talking fast and desperately wanting to get it out of the way.

        Harry began to smirk from a tiny change in the curve of his lips. "Are you flustered that I saw you naked, Catalina?"

        My eyes were no longer staring at his from the nervous tension building inside of me. "Stop it, Harry."

        "Quite the view."

        I felt my eyes widen on their own in horror. When are we going to get there? Harry wouldn't talk to me at all and now it results that he finds this all very good for his benefit.

        He kept looking at me until I raised my voice and shouted, "Stop looking at me!"

        Harry's hand gripped my chin tightly, pulling my face close to his. I gasped loudly,  feeling his hot breath fanning against my mouth. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze almost overwhelming.

        "Hey," he hissed, jaw clenched, "What did I say about raising your voice at me?" I tried to avoid feeling fear. But at the lack of fear, I felt my eyes lower to his plump, pink, kissable lips. So kissable. I hated myself for enjoying this.

        I figured that whenever he pays attention to me, it's feeding the animal inside of me named curiosity.

        My body moved forward towards his, and I saw him glance down at the movement. I don't even understand why it had happened. I just knew that I was content with his attention on me.

       He pulled my face closer, still grabbing me from my chin. Our noses brushed. "Answer me." He demanded.

        "You said to never raise my voice at you." I managed to squeak out, feeling like a little girl. I placed my hands on his shoulders, not wanting to but inside my gut, my impulse, I was told to do just that.

        "Catalina," he warned at the contact. "What are you doing?"

        I was going to have his attention one way or another. "Kiss me, please," I breathed out, not being able to shut out my inner heart's impulses. I didn't understand myself or my actions.

        Harry stared at me with nothing but a bit of surprise as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Catalina," he warned again. I didn't listen. I continued to move forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, our faces just two inches apart. "No. I can't."

        I shook my head. "Please. I need to kiss you."

        He reached for both of my arms that were around his neck. "Catalina. Don't be so curious. You'll get yourself killed with so much of it."

       "Harry --"

        "I won't kiss you, God damn it!" He snapped at me. "I can't do that. You know that very well."

        The more I pushed his buttons, the more he'd speak to me. I found that this was addicting. "Fine. I'll just find someone else who will," I said.

        He immediately growled and pushed me close to him, our lips barely brushing against each other now. "No you fucking won't, Catalina."

        "Who says so?"

        "I do." He remarked, glaring into my eyes. "You won't dance with anyone but me, and you won't talk to another man in there. As far as I'm concerned, I'm in charge of you. And I say you won't."

        "Kiss me, then." I blurted out.

        He growled in anger to himself before I felt his cool, soft lips pucker against mine. It was a hard, quick peck. His eyes stared deeply into my own wide, shocked ones.

        Harry said once last thing before the car came to a stop. "I hope you listen to me, Dollface. I won't repeat myself. Don't you fucking look at another man. My rules. I'm in charge of you."

        Note // watch the trailer for Dust Bones! :) hope you guys liked!