Ella's POV:
"Now if you never shoot, you'll never know"
Swirls of black and white danced behind my eyelids. Stirring in my position I fought with my subconscious trying to open my eyes. Distant whispers could be heard, clouding my confusion. Slowly opening my eyes, I was met by an immediate piercing bright light. Blinking rapidly until my normal sight returned, I scanned the surroundings hoping to find something familiar.
The momentary confusion that had arrived, slowly faded away when the familiar white walls and intoxicating sent of cigarettes overwhelmed my senses. Clothes were strewn over the floor, and it only took a brief moment to realize that I was in Harry's apartment.
Lifting the blue comforter off of me, I cautiously took a step forwards. A piercing shot of pain reached the side of my head causing me to release a small whimper. There was no memory of me ever coming back to his apartment; I had absolutely no idea why I was here.
Just as my other foot hit the wooden floor, the hushed whispers became louder indicating they were coming closer. Still dazed as to how I arrived back at his apartment, I remained standing in my previous position.
"I don't know, I already explained this to you." A deep gravely voice sounded through the wooden door in a hushed aggravation.
"So she just happens to know about them but can't tell you why." The second voice was laced with pure sarcasm and I almost immediately paired it with Louis. Which must mean the other belongs to...Harry.
Harry. Memories of last night slowly began resurfacing and a small smile played on my lips remembering the restaurant he took me too. He had seemed to be nervous, but nonetheless I found the entire thing to be kind of cute. Even though I hadn't known the tattooed canvased man very long, I knew enough to say that I felt safe around him.
The smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and all feelings of safety were replaced by an undeniable forcible fear. The man who had interrupted the dinner, Harry taking me to his car...the showcase. All of it came rushing back, causing me to slightly lean on the bottom of the bed for support.
"We don't even know for sure yet. She passed out before you could even find anything out Harry." Louis' voice sounded unreasonably close and my eyes slightly widened when the creak of the door had interrupted my persistent thoughts.
"Ella?" Harry's voice came out soft and cautious as if he were expecting me to flee the scene or breakdown right in front of him. He took a small step forward never leaving my eyes.
"Ella?" He repeated adding more volume and authority to his tone. My mouth opened to try and say something...anything, but nothing escaped between my parted lips.
"W-How did I get here?" My voice came out more raspy and scratchy then I had anticipated but I thought my question had been a good place to start.
"You passed out last night in the car." Last night. Meaning past tense. Meaning I had been unconscious for the entire night, missing the private TC had all but forced upon me.
"I have to go." A surge of panic rushed through my body taking over any rational sense I had. Just as my hand had opened the small door it had been forcefully shut again, causing me to turn around.
"No." All sense of caution and calm that had previously been seen on Harry was washed away. His remarkably green eyes bore holes through mine making me want to spill every secret I ever had once again.
"No?" I questioned incredulously.
"No, as in you're not leaving." Harry briefly closed his eyes as a deep breath fell from his nostrils. He was getting frustrated that much was obvious, but I had no time to sit here and play his stupid games today.
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Possessive
Fanfiction"She's mine." He purred as he watched her hands snake up the length of her curves. Leaning forwards in his seat, his tongue eagerly glided over the bottom of his lips. "She's no ones." His eyes didn't once leave the Blonde gliding across the floor...
