The Preacher's Daughter

"Amen, let us pray." As I bowed my head I could feel his eyes burning into me. He was covered in tattoo's, he probably smoked and went out to parties. My father would never approve. I had to have him.

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~Ariel's POV~

I stretched as the sun shone into my room. I felt amazing, and free. 

Why hadn't I done something like that before?

It was nice to not worry for once. 

I brushed my teeth and got dressed checking my phone. A text from Harry.

From: Harry

Meet me @ the coffee shack at 1. xX

I looked at my watch, 12:40. Shoot!

I raced downstairs only to run into my mother. "Well good morning. Why the rush?" She asked suspicion obvious in her voice.

"I'm going to meet a friend at the Coffee Shack." I answered.

She relaxed and smiled with a kiss on my cheek she let me off. 

This time.

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I walked in and was greeted by my friend Melinda. She gave me an odd look, "Why are you here? You don't have a shift."

I nodded, "I know, I'm just meeting a friend." I shrugged. 

"But can I get a french vanilla cappuccino?" She laughed and nodded punching numbers into the cashier.

I was handed my coffee and took a seat in the comfiest chair back in the corner. 

I slowly sipped while waiting for Harry. Finally a bell rang and his curls strutted their way over. 

He smiled at the sight of me, "What, you didn't get my coffee?" he asked. 

I smiled knowing he was joking, "I didn't know what you liked." 

"A tall caramel latte babe." He winked, walking over to the cashier. 

When he returned I could sense he had something on his mind. "What's up Harry?" 

The color in his eyes softened, "How do you always know?" he asked. 

I giggled but rubbed his knee with my hand. 

"So what's wrong?" 

"Nothings wrong, I just wanted to ask you something but now I'm rethinking." I nudged him, 

"Ask."

He took a sip of his frappe, "You want to go to another party tonight? I mean I don't want you to get in trouble-"

"Yeah I want to go." I said calmly. 

He smiled, "Alright good. It's at 9, do you have something to wear besides Sunday dresses?" he joked. 

"No, not really." I mumbled looking down.

Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the small coffee shop. "Meet me at the mall, we're getting you a dress and I have to approve." he said strutting to his car.

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Walking into Banana Republic, I couldn't help but feel, a little giddy.

My eye caught a bright red dress that was cut low in the back and absolutely beautiful.

"Harry, what do you think?" I asked holding it up.

His smile touched the corners of his lips, "Does it have a zipper in the back?"

I arched an eyebrow, "Yeah why?"

"The easier to zip off you my dear." He winked.

Violently I blushed, "Harry!" He shrugged as if he had done nothing wrong.

I found my size and turned it to the cashier where Harry insisted on paying. "You can repay me later." He whispered but loud enough to where the cashier heard and giggled.

We aren't even in a relationship and he's making seducing suggestions.

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Walking out to my car I felt, happy. Just really really happy. "How are you going to sneak out Ariel?"

I shrugged, "By the window. But I can't get wasted tonight, it's just not me."

After I long night of thinking I realized me getting drunk was in rebellion of my Dad. When my mom heard, it hurt her feelings and she has never done me wrong.

She was just fulfilling the role of the preacher's wife.

"That's good, your a bit of a brat when you're drunk." Harry winked which resulted me whacking his arm.

"So whose party is it tonight?"

Harry looked at his well worn shoes, "Just another pal. Mark something..."

All moisture in my throat dried, "Roof?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yeah that's him. Why, you OK with that?"

I didn't want Harry to think I was some slut who had been dating every guy in this town, nor did I want him thinking I was slipping back into Preacher's Daughter mode.

"Sure! Just went to school with him that's all." But it wasn't.  

 

 

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