We're better together

Chapter 1

Ella's POV
"Babe, I'm nothing without you. We're better together" Harry whispers.

I am pushed up against the wall of Harry's apartment. Harry's hand is running through my hair and I feel safe. I shouldn't even be here right now, I should be with my boyfriend Brandon. But here I am, with Harry.

"Harry I can't. I really do love Brandon" I whisper.

"What is it that makes you love him? What is it that I could never give you? Tell me and I'll make it happen" he says, he sounds genuinely hurt.

"It's not that Harry. I just felt like you never had enough time for me. But I love Brandon" I explain.

"Baby, I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't have enough time for you. I know it's been a couple years but I'm back. Everything is cleared up back home. The whole time I was there I wanted you there with me" he says.

"I know Harry. Just what am I supposed to do?" I ask.

"Be with me" he suggests.

"I can't" I reply.

He looks hurt and instantly I feel bad. His hand travels up my thigh. His fingers are so soft and he is so gentle about his movements. He squeezes my hip before continuing to trail his fingers up my side. I can feel the goosebumps raise and I know he can too.

I look up at him and I see his pupils have dilated.

His fingers trace the underwire of my bra before he pushes underneath it. He gently kneads my breast and I am yearning for more. He pinches my nipple and that sends me over the edge. A small moan comes out of my mouth and he smiles with satisfaction.

"Does he make you feel this good?" He asks.

"N-no. I've never been with him. I've never been with anyone like that" I stutter.

He chuckles at my nervousness and removes his hand from my breast. Instantly I feel sad. His hand travels down to the button of my shorts. He fumbles with it before getting it undone. His hand finds its way into my pants. His hand is warm on top of my underwear and I wish the extra layer wasn't there.

His hand starts rubbing back and forth. A small moan escapes my mouth and he smiles again.

"H-Harry" I stutter.

"Does that feel good?" He asks.

"Y-yes" I stutter.

"Baby no need to be nervous. I can make you feel even better" he whispers, still rubbing against my underwear.

"Y-yes p-please" I practically beg.

I know it's wrong but I just can't help myself. When Harry left it was hard. When Brandon came along I thought that I finally found someone but it has never been like the relationship I shared with Harry.

"May I?" Harry asks, tugging at my pants.

I nod unable to speak. Harry pulls the nearby computer chair closer. He pulls my pants down and stares at me in my underwear for a few seconds.

"Baby will you take off your shirt?" He asks.

I nod and my hands reach down to the hem. Harry watches me as I pull it over my head. His pupils are still dilated. I step out of my pants and closer to Harry. His hands reach to my back. His fingers fumble with the clasp of my bra. I reach behind me and undo it for him. I let the bra fall to the floor.

"May I?" He asks tugging at my underwear.

I nod and he tugs them down my legs. I step out of them and instantly feel the cold. I step closer to Harry for warmth.