Sage

20

Harry

Eliana and I were both silent as we got out of the car. I'd parked across the large dirt field as the other cars had, and I could smell the funnel cakes cotton candy from here. 

Large rides illuminated the sky, their bright colors vibrant and flashing colorful patterns to attract more people, not that it needed it. The place was congested as hell and I already found myself annoyed at the upbeat music and echoes of laughter.

Ellie comes around the front of the car whilst using her phone camera to reapply her lip gloss. I don't know when I started taking advantage of her distracted moments so I could take longer looks at her, but I did. And I hated it. 

I know I hadn't seen her in a couple of days since this morning, but had I really not been paying attention to her stomach? I don't think I'd seen her in tight clothes since the night at the club but it caught me off guard either way. I told myself to ignore it. I honestly didn't want to think about her babies until I absolutely had to and that should be months from now.

 Instead, I found my eyes continuously flickering down to the small bump and all I could imagine were my children floating around, Ellie's body providing them all the nutrients they needed and practically giving it's all to make them healthy. It made me gulp, scratching at my nose and averting my gaze to the fairgrounds.

I hated it. It wasn't supposed to affect me this much. 

Regardless, everything about her seemed to captivate me tonight. Her golden-brown skin, the way the dress fit over her ass, even the way she walked. 

My breath hitched in my throat when she grabbed my hand in hers, shoving her lip gloss in her bag and rolling her lips together. It takes me a moment to start walking and I internally curse myself. 

Eliana is the same stubborn asshole who constantly pushes every single one of my buttons, turns me over, and pushes some more.

I had a stressful week, I hadn't had a decent fuck in two months, and I was constantly checking whether or not people were taking Quinn's interview seriously or not. I planned on collaborating with a few potential artists that would not only make me a shit ton of money now, but for a long time. I needed this publicity and I meant it when I told Quinn's manager that I'd make the both of their lives a living hell if they fucked it up. I worked too hard for it.

"So how does this picture thing work? Do you take them or do I? And should I post them? I don't have many followers but I got a shit ton since those articles came out." She asks while scrolling on her phone. When I glance down at her, I catch a whiff of the cocoa butter scent in her hair and almost have it in mind to fully press my nose against it and let my eyes flutter shut as I become engulfed in it, but I don't. Instead, I drop her hand and shove mine in her pocket, making her frown up at me but I stare straight ahead and ignore the twinge of guilt I feel.

"I don't care what you post," I answer curtly.

I hear Ellie scoff before she's on her phone, and this time, she pulls it open and aims it over her head as she walks. 

"Harry, say hi, baby!" She gushes loudly, making my head snap to her, then to her camera, where she'd zoomed it on my tightened features.

She's so fucking annoying.

"Hi, honey ," I play her game nevertheless, wrapping my arm over her shoulder and kissing the top of her head. I take that moment to inhale a sharp breath through my nose, telling myself it's for the sake of the camera. It all is. 

Ellie ends the footage and types on her phone again, her shoulder rubbing into my chest as we approach admissions. I could see her chest rising and falling just a beat faster than usual, her lips parted open before she quickly licks them. Is she nervous?