"We're not who we used to be, we're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me, trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat."
Madeline "Ellie" Young is a veteran tour manager. She's one of the best in the business; she can turn an...
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Harry's POV 2 weeks later
I was struggling to keep focus on stage tonight.
I kept missing my beats, messing up the lyrics, I wasn't interacting with the crowd, I was so worried for Madeline. She'd been holed up in our different hotel room for weeks, depressed over what happened to her. I completely understood her, but seeing her so sad made my heart break into a million pieces.
She felt selfish for her decision. That choosing your life over someone else's wasn't good. She feels like she let herself down by choosing herself over her unborn baby.
I was walking along the stage, singing to Kiwi as the crowd waved at me.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Someone yelled from the crowd as I shot a smile.
"Nothing, love." I smiled at her.
Finally, the show was over and I hauled ass to the hotel. The show still went on, but it wasn't the same without Ellie. There were stupid mistakes with time and music, even the crowd seemed altered by her lack of appearance.
I opened the door, finding Madeline trapped underneath the covers in a ball, her knees pulled into her chest. I pulled the covers from her body as I wrapped my arms around me, holding her tightly.
"It's alright, love." I whispered as he cried softly against me.
"Was it the right thing to do, Harry?" She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Of course it was, El," I pressed my lips against her forehead. "You did the right thing."
She nodded against me, calming down.
"Would you like me to run you a shower?" I asked, swiping tears from her cheeks.
She nodded, closing her eyes. I pulled open the shower door, flipping on the water before going back to the bedroom to retrieve her. She surprised me by meeting at the door, a now smile on her face.
"You okay, love?"
"Can you uh-I-"
"You want me to go?" I finished for her.
"No," she said quickly. "Can you, you know, like, join me?"
I rose my eyebrows in shock as she looked down at her feet.
"I guess, I can." I reassured her as a smile started to pull at her lips.
We both stripped of our clothes, trying not to stare in awe at the beauty of her tan skin. It had been nearly three years since I had seen her without clothes, but yet it was like the first time. She covered herself as she stepped into the shower, reaching for me.
I kicked off my black boxers before taking her hand and stepping into the shower with her.
God, she was absolutely beautiful.
Even with tear stained cheeks, greased over hair, puffy and red eyes, she was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life. I was completely awe-struck at the sight of her.
"Stop staring, creep." She mumbled, stepping underneath the hot water.
She pulled my closer by my waist, her chest pressing against mine as her soft, wet skin connected with mine. I leaned down and softly pressed my lips against her, our lips wet from the water.
There was nothing I wanted more than to push her against the cold tile and watch her writhe in front of me, but right now, I just needed to hold her. I needed her to know that I was going to be here no matter what and that I will love her unconditionally through everything.
"Thank you for going with me, Harry," she broke the silence. "And dealing with the 'Dads' from the doctor."
"It was my pleasure," I smiled, kissing her lips quickly. "Anything for you, love."
I lathered my fingers with soap as I worked shampoo into her hair, she sighed, her shoulder sagging at the relaxing touch. I washed her back softly, the loofah pressing into her back.
She returned the same for me, her soft fingers pressing into my back. She shocked me by wrapping her arms around my torso, hugging me tightly. I returned the hug, my arms wrapping around her shoulder, one hand going to her hair.
"I love you so much, Harry," she said softly. "So much my heart hurts."
"As do I, baby," I smiled, kissing her again. "I love you more than anything."
"More than Chelsea boots?" She smirked.
"Now, you're pushing your luck," I joked as she faked being hurt. "Of course, I love you more than anything in the world."
"I wanted to give you a baby, Harry," she whispered. "That's why this hurts so much."
"Oh, no, baby, no," I leaned down to look at her as she let out a huff. "There's nothing I would love more than to have kids with you, Ellie, but not now. You did what was right for yourself, not for me."
"I'm sorry." She mumbled.
"Don't apologize, love," I said, meeting her eyes. "We have plenty of time for that."
She laughed softly, looking up at me. "You're a fucking angel, Harry Styles."
I shrugged, laughing at her. "As I'm told."
"Would it be absolutely ludicrous if we made out for an hour?" She smiled, her fingers slipping into my wet hair.
"Not at all, my love," I smiled, pressing my lips to her as she stood on her toes to reach mine. "Not at all."
As I held her in my arms, fully wrapping my arms around her, my lips pressed to hers as she smiled against my lips, I felt like she was finally and truly mine.
