Industry // h.s

5

Ellie

"No, Lace, it's not like that." I said to one of my closest friends over the phone. She lived in British Columbia and I lived in Hollywood so it was hard to see each other.

"Ellie, just go for him."

"He tried to kiss me when he came over  and I swam away and then we were going to kiss again and then my dad walked out from the house, that was two days ago." I sighed and rolled onto my stomach.

"When will you seen him next?" I looked at the clock on my wall and gasped, sitting up.

"Oh my god, he'll be here in ten minutes and I just woke up." I said, jumping up and putting my phone on speaker. I made my bed nicely before grabbing my phone and running into my bathroom.

"Lacey, I gotta go, love you!" I hung up before she could respond and washed my face. My phone vibrated and I looked at the message I got from Harry.

"I'm here." I panicked and told him the door was unlocked. I heard the door open only two minutes later.

"Ellie?" He called from downstairs.

"Yeah I'm in my room." I put on foundation and bronzer and the last thing I put on was mascara.

"Can I come in?" He knocked.

"One minute." I pulled on capri ripped jeans and a loose, thin sweater.

I pulled open the door, Harry was leaning against the door frame.

"You look nice." He said complimenting me.

"I rolled out of bed ten minutes ago." I opened my door more so that he could come in. I threw all my clothes into my hamper and brushed my hair.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked, laying beside him on my bed.

"I don't know, want to come to my place?" He asked and I jumped up.

"Really?" There was a smile planted on my face and I jumped on the bed.

"Yeah, come on." He offered me a hand and I took it, standing up from the bed. I shut my bedroom door as we walked out and locked the front door when we left.

••••

"Liam might be here but he'll stay in his room," he said unlocking the door to the small but beautiful home.

"It's not a problem, he doesn't have to hide out." I looked around in awe. The walls and floors were stained with a dark wood colour.

"This is amazing." I took off my white converse, putting them against the wall.

"Thanks, princess." He told me to follow him and we reached a large open kitchen, which had two glass sliding doors that led to a large back yard with a garden.

"Oh my god." I walked around in awe. I hit something hard and looked up to see Harry, reading a box.

"Sorry." I said shyly.

"Not a problem." His eyes were staring into mine and I sighed.

He ducked his head lightly to meet mine and he inched his way closer.

With nothing to interrupt us, I began to tilt my head up.

"Harry?" I heard Liam call out.

"Holy fu-" Harry began to yell but I put my finger on his lips to stop him from yelling at Liam.

"You'll have time later." I was obviously frustrated that we had so many interruptions but I played it cool.

"Yes, Liam?" His teeth were grit together. I filled up a pot with water and put it on the stove, over the heat.

"Oh hey, Ellie, right?" He walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah! It's good to see you again." I looked over my shoulder from my spot at the stove. Harry was resting his back against the counter with a finger pulling at his lips.

"You as well, I'm going to head out." He winked at Harry and Harry gave him a cold glare.

"Bye, Liam." I said shaking my head at Harry.

When I heard the front door close I turned to Harry.

"Look, now we're alone." I walked over to him and he quickly ducked his head and I felt his lips against mine. I stepped back, unaware that was going to happen. I leaned against the island before I heard the door open.

"Sorry, I just forgot my keys." Liam ran into the kitchen. Harry rolled his eyes and stepped away.

"Buzz kill." Harry mumbled and I pinched his cheek.

I stirred some pasta into the boiling water and watched Harry sit at a bar stool. My lips were still tingling and my heart was beating at a rapid pace.

"You'll get over it." I told him rolling my eyes. His tattoos were easily visible with the button up shirt he was wearing.

"How much did you cost you to get all those tattoos?" I wondered out loud, hoping it didn't come off rude.

"Thousands and thousands." I nodded my head at his answer. "What about you?" He asked glancing at my arm, which was covered by my sweater.

"Hundreds." I repeated his answer, a smile on my face.

Although I didn't have as many as Harry, mine were much bigger and the one on my rib cage alone cost me hundreds.

Every time I was with Harry my heart rate didn't slow down and I was always nervous. "What are you doing tonight?" Harry asked, fumbling with his keys.

"Nothing, I don't work tomorrow, either." I reminded him. My phone began to ring and I asked Harry to answer it for me.

"Hello?" His British accent filled the kitchen.

"Oh, hi, Mr.Harty." His eyes widened and he shook his head at me.

I wanted to laugh at him but felt that would be "inappropriate".

"Uhm, yeah, she's just cooking right now." He exchanged a few more words with my dad and hung up.

"What did he want?" He usually never calls me.

"He wanted to know if you still wanted to throw a 10 year anniversary thing." His eyebrows furrowed together.

"Oh my god! I already told him we're booked! I don't know why he can't listen to me. I told him so many times and then I told him that he would regret not having a party and I-" Harry laid his hands on my hips and I stopped talking.

"Sorry, I'm rambling." I said looking down, embarrassed.

"I could shut you up another way." He hinted.

"You're all bark and no bite." I told him, putting my hands on the counter behind me.

"Yeah?" I nodded my head with a small grin on my face.

"We'll see about that." His lips connected with mine in an instant and he pushed me more into the counter. I pushed him back so I could step forward but he stayed still, his lips still on mine.

He pulled at the bottom of my shirt and I smiled. The pasta started to boil over and he groaned. I blew on the water and moved it off the burner.

"The day I get to kiss you with no interruptions will be the best day ever." He told me, grabbing the strainer. I eyed him before taking it and turning around.

"Will it?" I asked, already knowing the answer. The water stopped dripping from the strainer and I quickly poured the pasta into bowls.

I handed him his and put salt and pepper along with butter in front of him. "Thanks, princess." My cheeks went red and I looked away.

"Mhmm."

Blah, I'm so tired you have no idea xoxo