Across the Road (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 39

Ella's POV

Harry had been in the bathroom for a while, leaving me to flick around his lounge. A lot of things remained in boxes, I suppose not wanting to settle in too much when the work on his house will be finished within the next few months. However I did notice a photo on the mantlepiece. I stood up, still a little dizzy but managing to manoeuvre my way to it. Picking it up I stared at the image of a 16 year old Harry and I. It was a few nights before Harry had gone away to London for X factor. His parents had been out and I had come around for pizza and movies. We cuddled under his stripy duvet blanket until we fell asleep, but not before he placed a kiss on my cheek and snapped a picture of the special moment. I tear leaked from my eye and the perfect memory so clear in my mind. We were both so happy.

My reminisce was interrupted as a loud cry of my name erupted from the bathroom followed by a groan.

No. He couldn't possibly be. No, harry wouldn't. Would he?

I was flabbergasted. My jaw wide. When I heard the door unlock I quickly leaped back onto the sofa, Harry holding a warm flannel in his hand.

Harry's breath was still uneven and his cheeks glowing. Clear signs of what activity he was partaking in in the bathroom.

I remained calm though. My head was still spinning but I was aware of my surroundings. I was drunk, not stupid.

"Come here sweetheart." Harry cooed, cupping my cheek and wiping a damp flannel under my eyes removing the black of my make up.

With my make up removed, Harry pulled me close. I felt slightly uncomfortable knowing what he had just been doing, but cuddled back anyway.

I was just beginning to drift off when my lips seemed to act before my brain and I told harry I loved him.

Harry POV

"I love you Harry." Ella mumbled into my chest, sleep about to take over her.

"What did you just say?" I sat up sharply, I needed to make sure I heard correctly. I pulled her up and grabbed he face more roughly than intended.

"You heard." She slurred.

I began to breathe deeply. Did she really mean this? I ran my hand over my hair in frustration. I knew she was still drunk but they say the truth always comes out when people are wasted.

"El, do you mean this? Are you still gonna say the same thing in the morning?" I rushed.

She merely giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

I let out and angry huff, but before I could stomp off to my room I was pulled back. Ella wrapped her legs around my back and planted he lips on mine she was rough at first due to her alcohol intake but once I was over the initial shock, I managed to coax soft gentle movements out of her. This continued for minutes, delicately kissing until my tongue ran across her bottom lip, begging for an entrance, which to my surprise, was granted. I carefully pushed Ella so she had her back lying against the sofa whith me on top of her as we continued to make out. My hands softly caressed he bare waist after I had lifted her dress up to her hips.

I gently pulled away biting her lip softly as I did so. My eyes flickered over hers, trying desperately for any signs of regret. I wanted to find love in her eyes but she simply looked shocked.

"Harry , I-I, I shouldn't have done that." She muttered.

She pushed me back and sat up straight. She smoothed down her hair and ran her dainty hand across her lips before putting her head in her hands and sobbing lightly.

"Why not?! Why shouldn't you?!" I pleaded angrily.

"Because I'm with Niall Harry, you know that!"

"But you shouldn't be! You just told me you loved me!"

"I obviously didn't mean it! I've been drinking for fucks sake!" She yelled.

"You need to leave." I muttered through clenched teeth. I wiped a tear that had run down my cheek as I stalked towards my bedroom.

"Where I supposed to go?" She cried.

"Anywhere but here."

"But you said I could stay and it's late."

"I don't care anymore, just go." I said.

I was worried for her safety, obviously, I mean she had almost been raped tonight already, but there was no way she could stay here. I knew I'd cry myself to sleep and I didn't want her to hear that. There was no way I could control my actions either. I'd probably lash out at her. She must love me back. She must. I keep telling myself. She just needed time.

"Harry please, please let me stay!" She sobbed.

I avoided her gaze, knowing if I just caught sight of her tear stained face for a second I would give in. I inhaled deeply before responding.

"No. Go home. Text me and let me know when you're back safely. There's usually a couple of taxis waiting outside the pub around the corner. Just go."

She grabbed her bag, crying hysterically and left slamming the door.

The moment she was gone, the tears were released as I fell into a pathetic heap against my wall.

Authors Note

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

I will definitely/probably update sometime next week.