(I’m thinking of making a 5sos fanfiction ok gbye cakes)
Chapter 11
The songs I listened to while writing this was;
She looks so perfect by 5SOS
Little white lies by One Direction
And
I miss you by 5SOS
Elle’s P.O.V.
“Ellie…” Harry stood there, clearly drunk. I can’t believe he went out drinking. I was really pissed off with him this morning, but I didn’t want him to get drunk. Who knew what he’d do when he’s drunk. Oh shit, what if he drove home drunk? My heart aches knowing I was the cause of him drinking. I shouldn’t be this worried.
“You’ve been drinking?” My voice is weak and I’m afraid if I talk, I might end up crying. I was containing too much emotion. I’m still thinking weather I should reach to him and hug him or if I should stand my ground.
“Yeah,” he closes the door behind him. He slowly was towards me. I cautiously back up; scared of what he might do to me during his drunken state.
My fears were obvious on my face. His face on the other hand was emotionless—but his eyes filled desperation.
“Do I scare you Ellie?” His question catches me off guard. I have never thought of this question. I don’t know, am I?
“No.” I state, still not sure weather or not it’s true.
He takes more steps towards me, I try to move back but my feet hit my bed. I fall flat on my butt as Harry takes this time to close the space in between. I was now sat down on my bed with Harry right in front of me. The space in between was so tempting. His eyes were never leaving mine as I feel my anger towards him slowly dissolve. My pulse already skipping beats as his blazing orbs intently stared me down.
“I can see your breathing increase and I haven’t even touched you yet.” He teases me, smirking a little.
Despite how mad I was, I wanted to let him win. I wanted to let him in and savor his touch, but I can’t and I wont. It will just end up like a constant cycle of fighting and coming back—like cat and mouse, but in this case, I was the mouse. I was the one who was always hurt. I wanted him, I really do but I can’t let him. No matter how much I craved for his touch, I had to hold my ground.
In a spilt second, my eyes go from desire to pure annoyance.
“No!” I push back at his stomach and stand up. His height was towering , he was so tall that it frightened me but I held my ground. He had to know what he was doing to me.
“You can’t keep doing this to me Harry!” He stared at me with horror and I was horrified at the strength I had in me to push him back. But then again, there is a huge possibility of my strength coming from anger.
“I got so hurt Harry! So hurt. You don’t know how hurt I was a while ago, not to mention the last week.” My eyes start to brim as I try to contain it as hard as I possibly can.
“I—“ he begins, but I stop him with placing my index finger on his lips.
“No Harry, let me talk.” I keep my finger on his lips to keep him from speaking and once he sighs in defeat, I pull my finger away.
“You, I don’t know what it is with you that made me fall so fast but you did and it’s driving me absolutely insane. I can’t believe how fast you broke down my walls and how fast you made me rebuild them again. The second I saw you with Stacey, I was broken, sad and nothing compared to the heart ache I felt. I have been cheated on by my ex-boyfriend Danny far too many times and I just let him, well now, I wont. It’s me or her Harry. Me or any other girl, I can’t keep getting hurt, I just,” I wipe away the tears that were falling from my cheek, “I can’t.”
