dude, you fucked my sister: hs & lt

twenty-two

Ella pov

Satisfied, I looked at my outfit. I had worn something similar the last time, the torn shirt and the unbuttoned shorts.

I smiled at the thought and then walked downstairs where the rest were already waiting for me. Damian whistled and looked at me with a grin. I pushed his shoulder and walked away.

'Thank you,' I smiled at the bartender when I got my sex on the beach. I don't mean the drink, you get me.

'Ella?' I heard behind me.

I turned around with a jerk and looked at the person behind me. Niall.

'Niall!' I exclaimed in surprise.

'How're you doin'?' he asked.

'I'm alright, what about you?'

'I'm OK. It's just... Harry isn't, he misses you,' he said out of nowhere.

My heart jumped when I heard the name "Harry", then skipped three beats when I heard that he missed me. 'He's over there, please talk to him,' Niall begged.

I followed his finger and saw Harry's curls. I quickly stood up and walked over to him. When I was almost there I saw a blonde, porn blonde hair – clearly not her own hair color and way too many badly placed extensions – a belly shirt with a vulgar belly button piercing and all in all she looked like shit, but her ass was rubbing against Harry and he didn't do anything about it. Just as I was about to turn around and walk away I saw the blonde turn around and press her lips to Harry's.

Harry was completely surprised, you could tell by the glass he spontaneously dropped from his hands. Then he grabbed her by the hips and pushed her away from him fiercely before lunging at her and turning around. His eyes looked straight into mine and looked at me with regret, sadness, and a layer of water.

'Ella,' he called as he rushed over to me. I looked at him in surprise for a moment, until he stood in front of me and I recovered myself.

'Why didn't you kiss her back?' I asked.

'You wanted me to kiss her back?' he asked.

I looked at my shoes and shook my head.

'No.'

'I couldn't. You're all I keep thinking about and I just... I miss you Els. We don't have to be more than friends, but I can't stand the fact that we don't have any contact.'

'Me neither,' I whispered.

'What?' Harry shouted.

'Me neither!' I shouted louder so that I could be heard above the music.

Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

'Can we please be friends again?' he asked.

We stood outside the club and were able to talk normally again.

'I can,' I whispered.

'Me too,' he whispered in my ear and then hugged me.

I hid my face in his hair and brought my lips to his ear. "What does this hug mean to you?" I asked. His whole body went rigid.