Muse [h.s.]

40. canyon moon

Ella's POV

I can hear Lydia and the guys chortling away behind the bedroom door as I get dressed. Harry must have brought my suitcase in here when I was still in the shower, and I'm grateful for it.

I've barely had time to recover from our little sexcapade in the shower, and knowing that Lydia, Jax, and even Brad have now heard my moans is absolutely mortifying.

I know Harry must be taking extreme pride in that, the little fucker.

My little fucker, though.

I can't believe I get to say that.

I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I sift through my suitcase, grabbing a simple button down dress. I hurriedly run my fingers through my hair, and just when I'm about to turn towards the door, I hear a soft knock.

"Ella, love?" Harry's voice calls through the wood and my heart soars at the sound. I don't think that I could ever get used to it.

"Come in," I call out, tucking my wet strands of hair behind my ears. Harry pushes the door open quietly, before he slides his body through, shutting it behind him.

He sits down on the edge of the bed, a wild look in his eyes. I furrow my brows together before I ask, "What's wrong?"

Harry runs a hand through his hair. "Brad, erm...he pulled me aside in the kitchen there just now. He apologized to me."

He looks dumbfounded, almost like he never would have expected it. I sit down on the bed beside him, and he instantly pulls me onto his lap, tucking his chin between the crook of my neck and my shoulder.

"What did he say?" I ask softly, playing with his fingers that are now in my lap. I notice his nails are a shade of amber, almost like the color of honey.

"He apologized for his behavior the other night at the hotel — you were asleep, but he had a few words to say to me, rightfully so," Harry chuckles softly. "I just told him I understood his frustrations, I know the old me was a dickhead, I don't blame him...and he said he could see how I've changed and...he said he's happy that you have me."

I turn around to look at Harry as he says this, taking in the way his cheeks slightly tint to a shade of pink, and my heart swells. Knowing that he and Brad spoke makes me so happy, especially knowing just how rocky of a road it took for them to get there.

Brad is one of my closest friends, I'll forever be grateful for him being there for me not only with the nightclub, but with his presence in our friendship.

And my sweet, sweet Harry — he's the love of my life; it's always been him, and I know that Brad acknowledging his growth must feel so good to him. It makes me happy, too, knowing that they have at least squashed things.

"That's amazing, baby," I say with a smile, leaning forward to kiss his cheek softly. His hands wrap tighter around me, until he suddenly pulls his face back to look at me.

"Oh, and what's this I heard about you and Brad sharing a little hookup?" Harry teases, his finger tapping my nose lightly.

"Oh, God, how do you know about that?" I nearly shriek, covering my hands with my face. This is even more mortifying, knowing that Harry knows about that. It makes me feel horrible, sick even.

"Blame Lydia," Harry says between his little chuckles, and I nearly fly off his lap and burst through the door to go after her.

Fucking Lydia.

I feel his fingers prying my hands from my face, with his index finger tilting my chin up so that I'm looking at him. "Hey...don't feel any sort of way. We were long broken up back then, you were single."