Find A Way

Chapter 14

*Harry Pov*

The past days with Ellie have been amazing, but have gone by too quickly. It was already saturday, and from what I remember Connor was coming on tuesday. that gave me about three more days with her, and that was probably the worst realization to make as she laid next to me. I pushed those thoughts away as I her head rested on my chest, her delightfully  flushed skin captivating all my attention at the moment. I didn’t want this to end; I feel like this everyday when I wake up next to her. Everyday that she has slept here has been the best day of my life, and I can’t even think about losing this. The more I think about how she has to go to back to Connor, the more I despise the man. He has the luxury of being labeled as her boyfriend while I have to be pushed to the side; a secret. Even though I do hate that man, shouldn’t I feel bad for him? maybe even a little mad at Ellie? well I can’t. I can’t feel anything but adoration towards her, and hatred towards him.

I lightly lift Ellie’s head off my chest, laying it gently on her hoard of pillows on her side. When I stand I am suddenly reminded of last nights events and the soreness coming from my thighs probably won’t let me forget for a couple more days. These last days with Ellie should be the best, not that everyday hasn’t been; I just feel like I should step it up a bit. I walked into the kitchen, trying to find anything that could go together to make a decent breakfast for her, when cold hands wrapped around my torso.

“Morning, babe” My heartbeat accelerated at the nickname; the one I’ve called her countless times being said back to me, it was beyond words. I wanted to set it as a fucking ringtone I loved it so much. Her cheek then rested against my back, a long yawn drawing from her mouth.

“Hey” I smiled, lacing her fingers with mine and bringing them up for a kiss.

“What do we have planned for today? Might I remind you that I have no work” I felt her little dance against my back. I turned, taking note on how my t-shirt looked on her.

“Well, I was thinking we’d have dinner tonight? Get all fancy and go to some lavish restaurant, the one where all the rich fucks go?” I didn’t know if she would want to go, maybe she does enough of that with dickhead Connor.

“You?” she raised a brow, “Sorry, but I don’t see you ‘getting all fancy’” she laughed.

“Are you saying I can’t be fancy?”

“No, that’s not what I’m saying! I just don’t see it. Now let’s not make this a big ol’ fight, what are you making?” she hopped on the counter, taking a box of crackers to snack on.

“No, why don’t you ‘see’ that?” I was fuming for some reason.

“Harry, why are you turning this into a fight? It was nothing, I meant nothing by it.” she tried bringing her arms around my neck but everything coming out her mouth fueled my fire and with a fit of anger of pushed back from her, stepping farther away.

“You obviously meant something if you said it, don’t give me that shit”

“Oh my god, why are you upset over this?” She hopped off the counter. I could see the anger bubble in her, her cheeks scorching.

“Nothing, Ellie. Why don’t-why don’t you just go.” I looked down at my bare feet, almost regretting the words that left my mouth.

“Fine.” she huffed, running into the bedroom, shuffling around. I just stood there as she padded back and forth, retrieving the various items she has left here. I shut my eyes at the sound of her bag she’d brought here a few days ago zip and kept them like that as the clank of her heels sounded past me, heading straight to the door. The loud slam shortly after.