Elle Miller is a 26 year old shy girl. She doesn't like to talk a lot or be around people, besides living with her best friend, Leah, and being only ten minutes away from her older brother, Evan. She and Evan come from a horrifying past, leaving Ell...
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"Elle." My name rolling off a British voice. I look up too see Harry. Wearing a mens duffle with a plain black sweatshirt underneath, black skinny jeans and brown colored boots. His hair was tossed in a bun, and it was quite nice so I can see his face. He seemed mad? I don't know, his face giving off that vibe. "Oh my, I'll leave you two," Leah seriously jumps out of the booth, I curse under my breath, alone, with him, I would be a stuttering mess.
Harry sits down where Leah was, his boots touching my sneakers. "H-hi," I try. When it came too strangers I was okay with talking, but with Harry, I was a mess. I look at this hands, they were folded together, big rings on each finger. My mind really like the 'H' and the 'S,' for his initials I assume. He has a cross on his left hand, close to his thumb. God on his hand as he chokes m- I pause my dirty, gross thoughts.
"Who was that man you were with," he sounded like he hated the way he said it. "W-what?" I stutter, what was he talking about? "You heard me, Elle," his voice was a bit scary. "Evan?" I questioned and remembered I actually had people sitting here before Harry. "Your boyfriend?" He asked, he was serious.
I chuckled, and I haven't around him, he must think that was ugly. "Brother," I keep giving him one worded answers and I felt bad, it wasn't good manners. "His arm was around you," Harry's right hand had became a fist, in that position so tight, his knuckles turned white. "It's a b-brother and s-sister thing we d-do," I try too say. He hums and looks around, his eyes landed on Evan and Leah, waiting for him too possibly leave. "Well I think no man should touch you, your mine," Harry's said, looking right into my eyes. What?!
"W-what?" I question. Did I hear him right? No. "Give me your phone," he demands. I was too afraid too say why or no. I handed him my phone, he put his number in, and sent someone to his number, causing a vibration too the table from his phone. He gave me my phone back. "I expect you too answer your phone whenever I call or text you," he said in such a harsh way. He was acting so nice before, what happened? "Yes," I responded. He looked so angry, like that yes was supposed too be joyful.
"I have too go, do not disappoint me," he responds, scaring me a bit. He gets up and walks over too me and puts his warm, big hand on my cheek, the cold rings on my cheek, with my cheeks being so red and warm. "Do you understand?" He says. A man shouldn't order you, but he was too intimidating to not too. "O-okay," I try too say. Harry leans down and presses his kiss on my forehead, I swear I felt shock and chills through my body. His lips felt so warm and soft. "Goodbye," he says, then going closer to my ear and whispers, "mine." I did hear him right. I suck in my breath, and they quickly walks out the diner, letting me breathless.
"Oh my gosh, was that Harry Styles?!" Leah runs back to the booth and sits down. "El, who was that?" Evan questions, looking confused and also angry. "Her boyfriend!" Leah laughs. "No," I look right at her when I said that. He was no where near my boyfriend, or friend. "He saved her from the club," Leah says. "You were hurt?!" Evan yells.
