At First Sight

January, 29

"Ellie, open the door."

"No."

"Ellie Isabelle Lighten. Open. The. Damn. Door."

"No."

"Dammit! Ellie open the door!"

"No."

This has been going on for about 2 and a half hours. He hasn't even apologized. He probably doesn't even know what the hell he did. I'm so tired of fighting. I just... I don't know I can do this anymore. I looked at my window. It was pouring rain but I didn't want to be in here any longer. And I couldn't go out there. Not with him out there.

I got up and looked in the mirror. My sweat shirt was covered with make up. My leggings were bunched up so I fixed them. I looked around and found my miss matching socks and looked for my slippers. I put them on and climbed on the toilet to open the window. Harry must have heard me get up cuz he started to move the handle. "Ellie? What are you doing?" He knocked on the door.

I carefully slid the window open and climbed out onto the roof. "Ell...?" Harry kept calling me but I just ignored him. I closed the window and sat on the roof. It was a easy climb down. There was the rose tree on the side of the house with a wooden frame which easily held my weight. I closed my eyes a smelled the rain. I opened them when I heard the bathroom door open.

I got up and quickly climbed down the rose frame. I jumped off and walked down the street. I loved Harry. As a best friend. And I really really really really really like him. I just can't keep fighting. And if I think about him and I to much my throat is going explode. You know that dumb scratchy feeling in the back of your throat when you cry? Well imagine that when you have laryngitis. Yea, it kills. I turned over to the next street. My teeth started to chatter and I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Ellie!" I turned to find no other then Harry behind me. "Do you even realize its raining out? What the hell are you doing?!" He had my coat and a umbrella with him. He wrapped it around my shoulders. I was to tired and cold to answer him. My teeth chattered even more and I put my coat on. Harry looked me up and down. My slipper boats were soaked. My leggings were tight on my legs and my sweatshirt was completely drenched. My blonde hair was sticking to the back of my neck and to my face.

"Your lips are blue..." He said he opened the umbrella and handed it to me. "I'm sorry we fight a lot, El. I am. I'm sorry for what I said. Your amazing. And absolutely beautiful and confident." He put his hands to my face an pecked my lips. I started to talk and he stopped me. "Laryngitis, remember?" I nodded. He leaned in for another kissed but I pulled back and pointed to my throat. He laughed. "Can I not kiss you when you have laryngitis?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"We'll I'm going to anyways." Then he kissed me. I tried to still be mad at him. I tried really hard. But I couldn't. He was so in sink with my lips. I couldn't resist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I pulled away and buried my head in his neck. A wind blew across us and I shivered. Harry went into Protecto-mode. "Let's get you inside." He picked me up bridal style and held me close to him. He walked us back home and opened the door.

"Ellie where were you?! We were worried sick?!" My aunt yelled. Harry put me down and spoke for me.

"Mrs. Lucy, we got in another.. Erm. Fight." My aunt raised her eyebrow. He looked down at his feet. "So she locked her self in the bathroom. For a couple hours... Then she climbed out with window and ran down the street... That's why I walked out and borrowed the umbrella. I'm sorry, it was all my fault." He looked up at his eyes were glittering green and his wet curls flopped on his face.

"Harry, I think it's time you go." My uncle Taylor chimed in. I frowned and almost spoke when I remembered I can't. Harry frowned. "Yes, sir." He turned to me. "Bye, El." He pulled out his phone and called Gemma. He walked out into the rain.

"Ellie. You just need to rest ok? We still love you and Harry. He can still come over but you two just need a little break ok?" I nodded and ran up stairs. I wasn't upset. I could never really be upset with them. I loved them to much. I changed out of my wet clothes and put on one of Harry's tee shirts he left here a couple nights ago and yoga pants. I found my phone and looked at a text from Harry.

"Sorry, babe. I promise I'll fix all this ok? Miss you. Xx"

I smiled and knew we'd be ok.