Rise

Chapter 17

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So much has happened between Melanie and me this week it actually scares me.

But I like it and I hope we can get better in our relationship.

I've dated a few girls before, sure they were attractive but none of them kept me busy. It was hard to be around them.

I think back to that night I kissed Ella and she made me touch her. Goodness she's not the best kisser on the face of the planet but hell, I hope we last long enough that she gets better.

She's always made me feel so different and she never knew it, and I'm sure she still has no idea.

I'd always beg my mum to invite her family over for dinner just so I could see her.

I even signed for the same colleges she was trying to get into and she thought I was crazy.

I still remember her rolling her eyes and laughing at me for it.

I remember how she got excited that we got into the same university.

She was laughing and smiling, then when I pointed it out she pretended to act all angry, she's a horrible actress.

I remember watching out the window before school to wait until she walked by with Jessica. When I'd see her I'd run out of my house and drag Ella away from Jessica.

I still feel bad, she thinks I left her out in the rain that day.

I hadn't meant it purposely and I obviously wasn't thinking it through.

What's worse is Jessica and I, things would go to shit if Ella knew.

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It's so hot in here, Harry must have sweat pouring off his perfect face.

I step off the couch quietly, Harry is sleeping in my room, I hope.

The door is left wide open, maybe he wanted me to join him.

I know how his mother always complains how he's always to himself and keeps his doors locked.

This is different.

I step in, trying to avoid the parts of the floor where it creaks.

Harry's hair is sprawled all over his face and the blankets are on the floor.

I sit on the bed, the urge to stroke his head is killing me.

"Ella," He says, his voice groggy.

His eyes are still closed.

After a minute Harry starts snoring quietly, I leave the room.

I turn the air conditioner on and throw myself onto the couch.

I'm so tired.

I wake up to something heavy on top of me.

I try rolling off the couch to free myself then I realize it's Harry.

His arm is slung around my waist and his body is basically on me, it's so uncomfortable but I like it.

"Harry!" I squeal.

Harry groans and puts his head in my neck.

I can feel his eyelashes fluttering against my skin.