Sweet Little Elle (h.s) (ON HOLD)

chapter five

It's been a day and a half from the incident that happened at the coffee house. Evan asked so many questions too Elle, saying that she knows them. She has no idea whose those men are. All she thinks is that they are mistaken. It kept running through her head, her big brother, up against a wall like that, and she thought she didn't do anything. She thought she was a weak and pathetic girl with no strength, like how she grew up.

So weak and pathetic Elle, so stupid, is what Elle thought, and they weren't her words.

"Elle?" Leah calls out. Elle gets out of her thoughts and forces on Leah. "You okay?" She asked. Evan told her what had happened with them, only because Elle didn't speak a word about it, not a word to them both after. Elle nodded and laid down on the nice, grey fluffy couch, while listening to raining falling down in her window. It was her favorite sound.

"You can always talk to me you know?" Leah questions. She understands how hard it is too see someone you love hurt, while you can't do anything about it. "I know," Elle whispers. Leah nods and goes too the kitchen and finds some food too cook up for them to both eat. She devices to Macklemore them both pasta, mostly for Elle, its her favorite food. She whips up noodles and get. Pasta sauce, with adding some ingredients, and mixes the sauce in with the noodles. From the couch, Elle's mouth was watering from the smell of pasta.

Leah puts them both in a bowl, and hands her bowl to Elle, then jointing her on the couch. Just a minute later, the doorbell rings. "Did you invite Evan?" Elle asked. "No," Leah says, she wonders who could be at the door. When she opens the door, a delivery man with white roses appeared in Leah's eyesight.

"I have a delivery for...Elle Miller," he says. Elle looks to the door she she hears her name. She gets up and goes to Leah by the door. She sees the beautiful, white roses, her favorite. "That's me," she says. The man hands her the flowers sand takes off, not saying another word. "Don't you need her too sign something?" Leah says but he'd already returned the corner. Elle brings the bouquet of flowers to the small table. "Who are they from?!" Leah asks and points to them, seeing that in the middle there was a note pointing out. Elle pulled out the note and it read:

My love,

My apologies for my men scare your brother like that, they didn't know you were siblings. I hope you can forgive me for trying to protect my girl with my men, I was far too busy to come see you. Here are beautiful roses for a beautiful girl, Elle. Your favorite ones.

- Harry, xoxo.

Her breath stopped. Her mind started going crazy. What did he want from her? Always coming in her life. His 'men' hurt Evan and scared the poor girl. Leah then snatches the note from Elle's light, shaky hands.

"Harry Styles! My god, he's obsessed with you!" Elle showed her the texts messages from the other night from him. From all that happened, Leah knew that harry was into Elle, even if he shows it in a weird way. Elle bites her lips and walks away, wanting to just eat and forgot about the damn flowers. Evan then walks in the unlocked door and says,"why isn't the door locked?" After that day, he's been so protective of Elle and Leah that he wants to say over more. "Look!" Leah hands him the note. He reads, but doesn't understand. "What? Who is this? Wait, those guys?!" Evan yells.

"It's Harry Styles! The man from the diner! He saved Elle from the club, ad he's like the richest man in America," Leah says. "The CEO?" Evan asks, causing Leah too nod. "He's obsessed with my sister?! He wanted to harm her, and they almost killed me!" Evan was pissed. What did harry want from his little baby sister? He knew who harry was, and not just a business man, but a player, and he wasn't getting anywhere near Elle. "Well, from what it looks like, I guess his men were protecting Elle from other guys? So they thought she was on a date," Leah explains, and she was exactly right. "That man isn't getting anywhere near her!" Elle wanted too jumped in the conversation that was about her, but she knew from the past what she got from it, from her father, hit.