Rise

Chapter 30

Harry and I lay in bed in silence.

My phone vibrates.

Text message from Charlie.

What the hell? Why is she texting me?

I open the message.

"Hey Ella, I know we ended off on bad terms and I hate it. We were good friends and sorry for ignoring your advice, but Riley is different. So maybe we can go back to how things were? I miss us! Text me back asap :) x"

Her message is so corny that I laugh.

Harry's confusion shows as he rubs my back and faintly giggles.

I set my phone down on the bedside table and face Harry.

"I was thinking we should just move in an apartment together since this switching thing is tiring."

I hate talking about serious matters and adult-like stuff.

But Harry's right, It is tiring.

"Yeah we should."

Harry smiles. "I like your apartment better anyways I should just move out."

"I don't know, yeah." I say.

Harry brushes a strand of hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.

I lean in to kiss Harry but get interrupted when my phone rings.

"Shit sorry," I mutter. I reach for my phone and step out of bed.

Charlie calling. Of course.

I drift into the living room with the phone pressed to my cheek, hand on my hip.

I feel like an irritated mother calling her husband who's away for business.

"Ella!" Charlie squeals from the other end.

I roll my eyes and mentally sigh. Charlie is great and all except now that Riley's in the picture I can't work my way around into continue being her friend.

"Did you get my text?"

I nod, then realize she can't see me and sputter out an exasperated yes.

"I know you dislike Riley, but what do you think? Give our friendship a round two?"

I can hear the desperation in her voice.

She has multiple friends and I don't see why she'd want to befriend me again.

Then again, I don't have many friends and it'd help if I did.

"Yeah I guess so," I almost tell her how horrible Riley is and how dangerous he can get.

Charlie has no idea and it flusters me.

I lay on the couch and scroll through my old text conversations with Harry as Charlie rambles on about how Riley took her ice skating and they made out.

With tongue.

I wonder why Jessica is letting this happen.

Hey my boyfriend is out pretending to love legally blind girls and makes out with them then comes home to make love to me.

That's exactly it.

I wonder if they actually love each other.

Doubt it.

We've been on the phone for nearly an hour.

I make up some bullshit excuse and hang up.

I trudge my way towards the bedroom where Harry is located, the two massive security guards holding both my arms that are cuffed behind my back, my head held low looking at the bottom of my orange jumpsuit.

Guilt fills my lungs to a point I can't breath.

Struggling.

I sit on the bed and stare at Harry who stares at his phone.

"Sorry Harry." I didn't mean to leave him alone (technically alone) for over an hour.

"Yeah?"

"I didn't ask a question."

"Oh,"

Harry sets his phone down, sits up, then stretches.

"While you were talking to Riley's chew toy I happened to be on the phone arranging to move out and get my shit over here."

"How did you know I was talking to Charlie?"

"One, you're very loud when on the phone. Two, you mentioned her name multiple times."

I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the fact Harry's noticed so much.

"To the more important topic,"

He looks at me, my eyes focus on his jaw line. His collar bones. His eyes.

I shiver.

"I don't have much crap to bring to your apartment since I never owned any of the furniture at mine and bla bla bla bla bla bla bla."

I wake from my daydream that is Harry Styles.

"Shit Ella, kiss me."

What?

"You've been staring at me for the past five minutes and it's bothering the both of us clearly."

I gracefully throw myself at him and latch my fingers in the top of his shirt.

I can feel his tattoos beneath my skin.

I sit on his lap and my lips attack his, his hands find my waist, my tongue finds his, and our needful gasps meet.

Easy.

-

"Hey Ella I'm throwing a party this weekend, will you and Harry show up?" Charlie flashes a smile.

She's wearing too much lip gloss.

I look at her neck, there's a hickey.

I want to gag.

"Yeah sure." I say, trying to sound enthusiastic.

Charlie digs through her bag and pulls out a fairly crumpled piece of bright pink paper.

She places it in my hand and skips away, her bright shiny lips still fresh in my mind.

Same with her hickey.

Gross.

I open the paper, it says the location of the party and the time it starts.

It doesn't have an ending time.

Harry will go as long as I force him to.

I hope this party is fun.

What do I wear?

I walk further to find Harry in his car, with Harry inside blasting his music.

He looks over at me and smiles, his dimple shows.

He taps a button, the music gone and the door clicks revealing it's unlocked.

"Hi."

I swing the door open and sit down, shut the door, then put my seatbelt on.

"Charlie's throwing a party this weekend, would you like to accompany me?"

Harry backs out of the parking lot and starts driving towards the area of many apartments and complexes.

"Yeah babe sure."

"Yay!"

He giggles.

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