Blinded by You

Chapter Ten- do you believe in miracles?

Hey guys! I'm gonna skip ahead a few months just to make it seem more realistic and yeah. Here ya go.

It had been four months and I hadn't gotten anything from Harry. Making it through a school day was hell. A part of me knew it would happen. Knew he would lose interest and what Ashton and Blakely had said was false.

"Ellen!" a familiar voice called. The voice sounded almost too familiar.

"Hey," I smiled, staying in my seat and feeling a pair of warm arms wrap around me.

"It's great to see you again." My stomach flipped. You know that feeling you get when you go over a big drop on a roller coaster? That was it.

"If this is some kind of joke, it's so not fucking funny," I snapped, hoping my tears weren't showing.

"It's not, Ellen."

"How can I really know it's you?"

"I'll sing."

"Go ahead." My heart was pounding in my chest.

"When the night is coming down on you, we will find our way through the dark." I could practically hear the panties in the cafeteria drop and took a deep breath.

"Why are you here, Harry?" I sighed, trying to hide my smile.

"You don think I forgot about you, do you?" Harry's deep voice chuckled. I should've known from the accent. Hell, I knew when he said my name.

"It seems like it," I laughed nervously.

"Well, your brother has lots of connections in he entertainment industry. Luckily, I was able to get a hold of him and find you here. I also know that you leave after lunch."

"And? Blakely usually takes me home."

"Not today, sweetheart."

"Are you serious?!" I squealed.

"Yes love," he laughed. "I'm gonna take you out to lunch."

"I'm already eating, Harry." We laughed in unison and I could feel everyone's eyes on us.

"That's rabbit food."

"So are you asking or telling me what my plans are for the rest of the day?" I teased, my tears now on full blast.

"Asking. I'd like to take you to lunch," he whispered. "Stop crying. You're too beautiful to be crying over a silly boy like me." His thumbs wiped at my cheeks and that made me cry harder. The thing was he wasn't just any silly boy. He was the silly boy that saved my life.

"Alright everybody! Back up, he's just a boy!" I heard Mr.Bell scold the students that were apparently crowded around us and felt Harry sit down next to me. I was lost for words. The bell dismissing us rang and I stayed seated.

"Well, you coming?" Harry asked with a chuckle.

"Y-yeah," I stammered quietly. Standing up, I tossed my trash in the bin and grabbed around in the air.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" his voice filled the silence.

"I'm fine with your shirt if you could come closer," I mumbled.

"Don't be nervous, Ellen." I suddenly felt his warm arm wrap under mine and my breathing stopped.

"Who said I was nervous?"

"You're stammering and I can practically see your heart beating. Just think of me as Harry one of your friends and not Harry from one direction." That was easy for him to say. My cardiac arrest was having cardiac arrest. The walk toward his car was quiet and when we stopped, I heard him open the door. Sitting in the seat, the smell of cologne and mint filled my nostrils.

"What kind of cologne do you wear?" I asked as the car started and he began to drive.

"It depends, but usually Burberry Brit." I thought I was going to shit a brick.

"So I was right," I mumbled to myself with a wide smile.

"How'd you know what I wore?" he chuckled.

"You don't seem like the type of guy to wear axe or anything too strong," I shrugged.

"How would you know that?" he teased.

"Your voice."

"What about my voice?"

"It's deep, but there's someone with a heart under there. I don't have to be able to see you to know that you're a good person." Clearing his throat, he was quiet for the rest of the ride.