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one.

the sun peaked through the curtains of the cheap motel room and shone on elanora's face. she groaned softly and rubbed her eyes, peaking over to the other side of the bed where harry was fast asleep. his long tarzan locks draped across his face and his lips in an adorable pout.

she smiled softly at the beautiful sight removing his brown hair from his face, giving her a full view of. she untangled herself from his strong grip and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. there she stood in front of the mirror, in only her black laced bra and underwear. she turned the faucet on and threw a pool of water in her face. she then went on to reapply her lipstick, mascara and eyeliner. she nodded an approval in the mirror and smacked her lips together. MAC's 'ruby woo', her favorite.

she saw harry's phone lit up near the sink. she took a quick peak back at him in the bedroom and saw he was still fast asleep. she bit her lip and picked up his phone. she glared as she saw who it was.

from: erin styles
thinking of you.. ;*

elanora put the phone back down as she heard groaning and shifting on the crappy motel room bed. they never went to fancy places, never went to nice hotels, nowhere with too much exposure. but sometimes she wanted to be pampered.

she wanted to be swept away to a beautiful island, somewhere quiet, romantic and alone where no one knows who they are. somewhere they could just walk down the road holding hands, smiling like idiots and not having to worry if anyone recognized harry.

you see, harry styles was the co-owner of a famous record company called syco entertainment, so he was quite well known around the place. his wife erin is the kind of wife that wore nice brand name dresses that were all of light colores. the type that took part in everything and would do anything to be in the spotlight all the time? that's why she and harry fought all the time.

erin was beautiful, there was no lie about that. she had a round emma watson type of face. big round hazel eyes, a long nose and a permanent smile. she had really blonde hair that always stayed in place, no matter how she turned her hair (elanora reckons its a bloody shit load of gel) and she always wore pearl necklaces and carried herself well. she looked like the perfect beverly hills classy housewife.

she had no job, but loved to be involved in everything, like donating to charities and of course the 'elite women's society group' that goes around the place discussing how women have a right to do things that men do too, like being involve in politics, getting paid more, being president etc. but in reality, they just go to countries drinking cosmopolitans and shopping.

elanora on the other hand, she wasn't at all popular. she was just a small town girl from northamptonshire that came to the city of london with big dreams. she wanted to be an actress, but looking back at that dream, she wanted to laugh. she was absolutely rubbish at acting.

she didn't have a classy job or a purpose on the upper elite side, she was just part of a group that hosted parties for good causes, kind of like charity work with boose and fancy decorations etc. the job was great and paid well. she even got to meet a few famous people like justin bieber, jessie j and the kardashians. and of course unlike erin styles, she wasn't the type to wear light pastel colored things (she wouldn't even if she could afford it).

elanora had an oval-shaped face along with big, crystal blue, round eyes. her nose was flat and she had one dimple in the left of her cheek. her smile was bright and beautiful. her style was more of a rocker chic/edgy/girl next door type. it complimented her great especially with the wavy light brown hair she had.

a pair of arms wrapped around her snapping her out of her thoughts. she looked up back in the mirror and stared at the face next to hers in adoration.

harry smiled and dipped his head into the crook of her neck, kissing from her neck down to her shoulder blades. she giggled at his silliness and turned around, wrapping her arms around him. she leaned up on her toes and kissed him, he licked her lip wanting an entrance, which she gave him of course. the kiss became more heated, his hands made their way down to her ass and grabbed it, pulling her up. her legs wrapped around him tightly while her busy hands were in his messy hair. they made their way to the bed and went for round two.

an hour later, his phone in the bathroom went off again making her internally yell. why was his wife so annoying? he got up peeling elanora's hands and legs off him and went into the bathroom and locked the door. elanora sat up on the bed and ran a hand through her hair and sighed, she knew what was coming next. he was gonna leave and she was gonna have to walk home. the breakfast date they were suppose to have at "tapa room" was ruined all because of her and one of her mini bitch fits. there was yelling coming from the bathroom, then the door opened and slammed in loudly.

elanora jumped at the loud sound. harry entered the room back, running his hand through his hair in frustration. her heart broke as he started to put his clothes back on. he glanced at her giving her an apologetic look. no words had to be spoken, since there was nothing left to say. so he finished fixing his tie and gave her a soft sweet kiss and promised to call her when he could. then we walked out the door.

elanora groaned and threw her pillow at the wall as the door shut. she ignored the angry crocodile tears threatening to spill and crossed her arms. she sank back into the bed and looked at the ceiling, which had about two big cracks in it and looked as if it was about to fall any minute now.

she got out of bed and started putting her clothes back on. since she had to walk back home, better do it now before she was too lazy to go. she made her way out of the shabby motel after grabbing her stuff. she pulled her phone out to call her best friend, she really needed someone to talk to.
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