Snapshot - (Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 9:

A/N: Sorry it's been like forever since I last updated, but it's the holidays over here, and you loose track of which day it is, and all I do in the holidays is sit in bed and watch Friends, and I kinda just didn't write. Sorry. But, it's up now, and I spent a lot of time writing it, and a lot of thought went into it, so I hope you like it.

All the love in the world, lucy xxx

Harry's P.O.V:

The light seeping through the baby pink curtains was what woke me up. My eyes twitched lightly, adjusting to the light, as I tried to remember where I was and what happened the night before. I noticed my arm was draped over Ellie's head, her back bare, as her long hair trailed down her spine. I smiled knowing the events from the night before - knowing how happy we both were. Her face was facing away from me, so I sat there: my head sinking further into the pillow as my eyes looked around the room, observing her way of living.

The banality of the room was flourishing, from the coffee table, to the lamp shade, I had seen it all before, and many more, but I didn't seem to care. I liked how un-unique, and fertile she seemed, how she longed to find new furniture and scatter it endlessly in a flat far too small. My eyes then looked at the door, the old, shabby wooden door that many more had used before her. The same door we had walked through last night, constantly flirting, and trying to make it look like casual small talk the best we could. And then from the door, came a noise, a knocking noise. Panic warmed through my body, as I shook Ellie gently, wanting to wake her in a slow and relaxed way. I watched as her eyes scrunched up, but then fluttered open, as her plump pale lips formed a smile as she met my eye contact. The knocking had stopped now, but the person was still there behind it. She turned her body towards me, and gave me a tender kiss, her bare breasts rubbing against mine, as I could feel her nipples getting hard. I pulled away, knowing I possibly couldn't, with strangers stood outside for her.

"El, there's someone at the door," I smiled, nudging her arm before she wondered what to do. I watched her little feet pad over to the door, still naked, she peeped through the small looking glass hole, trying to be as quite as possible.

I couldn't help but just watch her, not in a pervert sort of way, but just see how her curves were perfect, and how her actions cause other parts of her body to move or flinch. I watched as she smiled and laughed, as if she didn't care that she was fully naked in front of a boy she didn't really know, but slept with the night before. Maybe thay's why, I thought, still observing Ellie. Maybe that's why she doesn't care, because she's far too content and happy to notice, she doesn't mind because in a way she knows me just by the simplest things now. She's no longer as insecure as she was weeks ago down by the lake, she's mine and she's happy.

Yours? I thought to myself. Did she think she was mine? Did she like me enough? Words that formed questions entered my brain, and giving them time to process, I knew the answers were clear.

But did I want that? A more personal, private, question that only I could unriddle this time, a question that should only be answered when you are positive that the questions that aren't for you to answer are in fact, answered, entered my brain.

"Shit," She whispered over to be, but it was more like she had mouthed it, "It's my friends, Louise and Ruby. Shit, shit shit," She continued to murmur silent swear words in curse to herself as she fumbled around with the clothes lying around from last night.

"What shall I do?" I questioned, pulling the duvet up close to my chest as she pulled her velvet skirt on from yesterday.

"I don't know, hide in the bathroom?" She laughed, combing threw the lugs that had formed from me pulling on it last night.