Snapshot - (Harry Styles love story)

Chapter 10:

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is sooooo late! Also, I would just like to say that there is a John Green quote in this chapter if you're cool enough to find it. I'm not saying it's mine, I just thought it fitted in well so I used it. And thanks to Abbie (@readmelikeafanfic) for helping me with this chapter, after having a really bad writers block one week!

All the love in the world, lucy xxx

Ellie's P.O.V

The duvet that was wrapped around me that morning was never as delicate as when Harry stopped last week.

And sleep. I can't sleep properly either; I either wake up at 3am, or my eyes start to feel cloudy, or I suddenly have this wave of sickness that drowns my body. And what was at first a bitter sweet morning, was now just a bitter one, without Harry walking me to the bathroom, between smoky kisses.

I imagined the last time we were together, and how we were both in heaps of laughter by the end. I could picture him sat in my bed, his hair slightly scruffy and his voice still groggy, as he watched my every move in the nicest way one could. I pictured him making me a coffee, and smiling when he gave it to me, because it was never just how I liked it. He would walk around in his boxers and not care because we had already told, and seen everything, and we somehow felt at peace around each other.

I nudged myself out of the pictures that were forming in my head, because I realised that sometimes, the way you imagine someone, isn't the way they actually are. I thought then how the mind works, and why it is the way it is, and how everyone has one, a unique one, but how everyone's mind is really just the same. I thought about this for so long, and then I stopped myself because I realised I wasn't that smart to get into too much detail about the human brain.

The clock read 8:00, but it already felt like 11:00. I unwrapped my dark curls from my head towel and began work on it, so it no longer looked like a heap of twigs from the park.

After finishing off my hair with my oil, the girls were banging on the door, ready for their morning coffee, before we head off to work.

"How are you today Lou?"

Louise asked as she walked threw the door, as if asking the question had become routine.

"I'm good," I nodded, although I really felt more complacent than 'good'.

I could sense she knew something was up the way she looked from Ruby to me, as if looking to see if she knew what could be the matter.

"How's Harry?" Ruby blurted out, when she came to stand next to me, looking through my many notes of stories that were scattered around the table. I smiled and nodded, not really knowing an answer, but just figuring that he is alright.

The silence was creeping up on the room and I knew they both knew what was the matter with me, so I suddenly ushered them out of room, stating the fact that we would soon be late for work.

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Work was also something that was becoming a nightmare. I had no new stories coming in, and I couldn't find a story off the Internet anywhere, that I could pass off as being mine. I felt like I had zero inspiration, and the more I thought about it, the more the whole office became more sombre. I flicked through my many note books that were now filled with squiggles, curls, notes, and doodles, from many occasions were I had been interviewing, or finding things off the Internet to make a good story.

"Are you alright down there?" Louise asked, her face peeping to the side of her computer screen.

"There's nothing anywhere!" I more or less screamed, catching a few glares from the apprentices', and the assistance's coming back and forth our managers office.