Ellie
"He told me he loved me," I spoke to Elenor on the phone.
"I know! Did you say it back?" I rolled my eyes at her question.
"Obviously," I said just as Harry walked in the room.
"Well, I love you both and I'm happy you're happy." Just as I was about to respond Harry yelled into the phone.
"Yeah, we love you too but I'd like my girlfriend back please." Harry snatched my phone out of my hand and hung up.
"Harold!" I scolded him for being rude as he laid down on me, his whole body squishing me.
"Mm, missed you, love." I couldn't even pretend to be mad after he spoke to me like that. His face was buried in my chest so his voice was muffled.
"I was literally up your stairs," I pointed out and he shrugged. I ran my fingers through his curls, pulling on the ends.
"Mmmm," he groaned in pain and I winced.
"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly and he looked up at me. "I want to quit my job." I said to Harry, his head shooting up.
"No?" He answered, more of a question.
"I'm not happy there Harry, I went to school for fashion design and didn't do anything with it. I want to start my own fashion line." I argued and he sighed, putting his head back down.
"Eliana, you are not quitting on your dad," Harry said firmly, his head still on my chest. "You can start your own line or do whatever you want but you can do it while you work for your dad."
"Whatever Harry," I rolled my eyes. I realize I'm being slightly irrational and annoying but I'm so bored with my life right now, I need a change. "Maybe I'll just cut all my hair and dye it blonde."
"No, you won't." He mumbled against my chest, his breath hot against my skin.
"Baby, I'm bored with my life." I whined, playing with his hair.
"That doesn't mean you can just make spontaneous decisions that could change your life," he kissed my collarbone, making me sigh.
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"Yeah, I don't care." I told Harry over the phone as he continuously asked me if I cared that he went out with his friends.
"Harry, I have to go, have fun, I love you too, bye." I hung up and shook my head at the flustered boy.
"Hey hun," my dad walked into the kitchen, dressed in a button up and dress pants. "Why aren't you dressed?" He referred to my leggings and cropped sweater, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"Was I suppose to be?" I asked and his eyes widened.
"Eliana Ray Adams, I told you we had Jack and Josh coming over for a celebration dinner." His voice was stern and I stood up quickly.
"I'll only take a minute Dad!" I yelled running up the stairs. This dinner had slipped past my mind and I was in full on panic mode.
I rummaged through my closet desperately, searching for anything to wear.
I pulled down a floral dress and paired it with grey, thigh high boots. I left my hair in the curls from earlier and freshened up my makeup.
Quickly walking down the stairs and meeting my dad in the kitchen, we discussed what Linda would be making.
"Stir fry and champagne sounds good," I told him and he agreed.
He ran off to tell Linda that while I set up the table and cleaned up a little bit.
