Blinded by You

Sixty Two-

Ellen's POV:

"Will you my darling, beautiful, gorgeous Ellen, give me the absolute honour of being you're husband and living everyday happily with you?" He pulled a small black box from the pocket of his coat and I couldn't help but smile widely.

"Yes!" I screamed and pulled him toward me. "A thousand, million, trillion times yes." Our lips met and the saltiness of both our tears mixed in and I couldn't help but beam as he pulled away and slipped the diamond ring onto my right hand. Kissing him again, my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

"I love you," he beamed, his dimples on full display.

"I love you more," I sniffled.

"And you, my darling, I love you most."

The memory played over and over again in my mind as I quickened my pace on the treadmill. Pounding out my frustration with every heavy thud of my foot while music blared in my ears. When Harry wasn't in town, it felt wrong to, you know, take care of myself so I worked out whenever I really missed him. It had been winter when he proposed now, it was spring and our engagement party was scheduled for tomorrow. By the time this semester was over, I'd be in Los Angeles, playing professional basketball.

I don't know how it happened, but it seems that the Sparks wanted me bad enough to recruit me after my sophomore year. I was actually pretty happy. Although, I'd moved everything to Los Angeles while my family stayed in the south, I'd officially started my life.

Pounding out my frustrations on the treadmill, I shoot a glance to the mirror next to me and increase my speed. I don't want to look fat. I hate the way I look in everything I wear. Even with basketball keeping me thin, I hate the way I look. Feeling someone tap my shoulder, I exhale a sharp breath and take my headphones, stopping all together.

"I was almost on my eleventh mile," I sighed.

"Well, it seems you're running away more than the fat that you don't have," Gemma smiled.

"I don't know what you're tal-"

"C'mon. You need some girl time."

"Can I at least take a shower first?" A very, very cold shower.

"Just hurry, love. I'm going grey over here," she teased and I grabbed my towel before heading toward the front and out into the warm, California sun.

We'd agreed to have it in Los Angeles just for the sake of his family and my family having a big enough place to fit everyone in. Plus, I had moved all of my stuff into the house that Harry had bought after he saw the dingy apartment I was staying in. We'd taken his motorcycle out a few times before he left with the other boys to do band things and just thinking about it, I missed him more than ever.

"I'll see you back at the house, Gem!" I called across the parking lot. Giving me a small thumbs up, I got in my car and my breathing finally calmed as I drove back home. I reluctantly pulled into the driveway and in the shaded garage, not wanting to go inside and smell Harry everywhere I turned. Sighing as I got out, Gemma pulled up next to me and turned her car off as I closed the heavy garage doors.

Walking inside, Harry's scent hit me like a big yellow bus filled with bricks. Slowly walking up the stairs, I walked in our room and sat down on the edge of the bed before taking off my shoes and dirty socks. Undressing and walking in the bathroom, I looked at my naked body in the mirror, running my hands over my stomach and ribs, and turned to the side.

"I could be thinner," I sighed before starting the shower and stepping under the warm water. When the water finally turned lukewarm, I knew that was my signal to get out. Drying off, I padded toward the dresser and quietly opened one of the drawers full of Harry's clothes. I'd

never be able to wear his pants, but I practically lived in his shirts.

"Nothing to wear?" Gemma's voice chuckled, breaking the silence.

"Don't do that!" I groaned, my muscles relaxing.

"I'd thought you'd drown you were taking so long."

"Ha. Ha. So clever," I replied. "Just like your brother."

"Hurry up, girl," she teased before walking back out of the room. Putting on a bra, underwear, and a pair of shorts, I pulled on a black t-shirt before pulling one of Harry's plaid ones over it, inhaling his scent once again. Throwing my hair into a bun, I put on some makeup and grabbed my converse before walking back down the stairs.

"Where do you wanna go?" I smiled at Gemma sitting in the kitchen.

"I was thinking we might do some shopping, have some lunch, I don't know," she shrugged.

"Where do you wanna go for lunch?"

"What about Chop House? I've heard it's really good."

"It's super good. I love it there," I laughed.

"Well, let's do that and then a bit of shopping." Following behind Gemma toward the garage, I backed out of the garage,shutting it before we sped toward the restaurant.

"The filet is amazing," I smiled as we finally pulled into a parking spot and walked inside. Sitting down, our waiter brought us water and bread as we mulled over the menu.

"So, Ellen," Gemma smiled. "What's bothering you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You seem stressed and sad. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's bothering me I ju-" She raised her eyebrows.

"Fine," I sighed. "You and your brother have a creepily good ability to tell when I'm lying."

"You're not a great liar," she laughed.

"I know," I laughed with her.

"So," she urged.

"It's been a while."

"Ah. The golden ticket."

"Shush," I blushed as the waiter walked back toward us with a smile. Ordering the filet with bacon Mac n cheese, Gemma ordered the New York strip and asparagus.

"Okay, so, how long exactly has it been?" she asked with a small giggle once the waiter left.

"How long has Harry been gone? Like, three months?"

"Four and a half."

"God, it's been longer than I thought."

"But you guys have face timed and stuff right?"

"Yeah, but it's not the same," I sighed.

"No wonder you've been interested in being so fit lately."

"It keeps my mind off things. Plus, season starts in June."

"At least you'll get to see him tomorrow and he's finally gonna be home for a while," she smiled comfortingly.

"I hope. I'm about to burst at the seams."