I'm Already Broken - A One Direction Fanfic

Chapter 24

Ch.24

Elena's P.O.V.

I woke up with a smile on my face, a naked Harry's arm wrapped around me. I stretched quietly and caught a glimpse of my engagement ring sparkling in the morning light that peeked through the curtains. It was delicate, like my hands, and on it was one small diamond. When I picked such a small ring, Harry tried to object, but fell defenseless against my puppy dog eyes and my kisses on his lips. He had simply smiled sheepishly and said, "You get to pick!" before kissing me again. I turned around in bed and carressed his cheek with my hand until he awoke.

"Good morning sleepy head." I whispered before kissing him on the nose.

"Good morning love." He whispered back, pulling my waist closer to his and kissing me.

Liam's P.O.V.

I stood in the living room, mouth gaping as I listened to the lies the reporter spewed. 'Liam hits his girlfriend.' 'Liam is a bad person' These people didn't know me or my story. I didn't like to cuss, but if I met these people, profanities would be exchanged. I turned off the television, not needing the extra downer. Ever since Joanna stormed out yesterday I had been a wreck. Most people would think I would be happy that she left, but I wasn't. I hadn't seen a girl more helpless than Joanna, in well, forever. Her hurteyes and pleading soul screamed at me and all I wanted to do was hold her, tight. I sat down on the couch and pulled out my phone. I set it on the table and just stared at it. I don't remember how long I sat there. I don't remember calling Joanna. I don't remember me begging her to take me back, to come home, to let me help her. I don't remember her apologizing, crying, or promising to never do it again. I don't remember the cool tears on my cheeks, the trembling hands holding my phone, or the smile that consumed my face whe she said she'd be right over. I don't remember saying goodbye. And I especially don't remember her telling me she loved me, and me telling her I loved her too.

Elena's P.O.V.

For th rest of the day Harry and I talked about wedding dates, locations, and guests. I think I've convinced him to let me have a small wedding on the beach. I think I can convince him to do anything I want. After all, an unhappy wife makes for an unhappy husband, and God and his pet pigeon know we're the happiest couple alive.