Ella's POV:
"don't get too close, it's dark inside"
My feet pounded against the cold hard surface of the tiled staircases I had decided to take when the elevator had taken a copious amount of time. In my fear of missing Harry completely I had willingly bolted down the stairs only to immediately regret it. Harry was on the 14th floor of the apartment building and only when my lungs began to constrict and burn in denial did I think it was a horribly planned out idea.
The glowing red 5 above one of the doors fueled my irritation and I silently cursed at myself for being so stupid. Picking up my pace, I was beginning to think I had missed him all together. There was no way the elevator had been that slow to allow me to run down that many flights of stairs and still beat him.
When I had reached the 3rd floor I had almost taken a break when the wheezing through my mouth had become too loud. Pushing myself further, I had thought I never really had run faster then I was in this moment. My entire body was on fire by the time I had forcefully pushed through the 1st floor door.
The doorman slightly widened his eyes at my sudden appearance before containing his composure once again. He cleared his throat clearly wanting to ask why the hell I was running around like a mad women. I imagined my appearance right now; hair flying all over my face, sweat dripping down my forehead.
"Ma'am?" He finally spoke but I was distracted by the figure standing outside of the building inhaling a puff of smoke. Harry was still here.
"H-" I had tried to call out only for a coughing attack to reach its way up my throat.
"Fuck" Came out of my mouth as I saw Harry storming off into the direction of his car. My feet carried me forward once again and my body flung through the glass doors. Slightly stumbling and in a frenzy, I hadn't noticed Harry had stopped from the sudden noise causing me to run straight into him.
"Ella?' Harry easily caught my arms steadying me before I even had the chance to think about falling. Grabbing onto his forearms, I focused on trying to regulate my breathing.
"W- did you run down all those stairs?" He asked incredulously staring behind me trying to decipher why I was so out of breath.
"I'm coming..." The two words were the only ones I had managed to say before I closed my mouth, trying to steady my heartbeat. Harry's eyes met mine and a small frown appeared between his eyebrows.
"Don't argue." I managed to say somewhat confidently causing him to raise his eyebrow. Before I had the chance to protest Harry had picked me up, one hand resting underneath my knees while one rested against my back.
"Y-"
"No." Harry replied, tightening his grip on my body. I fought the urge to roll my eyes something I knew would cause him to scowl at me. Placing my body gently into the passenger seat, I watched as he sauntered over to his side looking less impressed then he had previously been.
As soon as he had adjusted himself, I heard the faint click of the door indicating he had locked the car. Turning my attention to him, I was slightly shocked to see his hard gaze already focused on me.
"Was it necessary to lock the door?" Harry pinched his nose between his fingers before letting out an exasperated sigh.
"You tend to be a runner." The seriousness and his judgmental eyes had made me instantly look away trying to cover up the laugh that was just begging to be released.
"Now, why the bloody hell did you run down all those stairs?" One look at Harry's face was enough to send me over the edge. The laughter that had so far managed to stay hidden was more then evident now.
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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...
