Blinded by You

Chapter Fourteen- You've got to be kidding me

This was really happening. I, Ellen Canniff was kissing Harry Styles.

"Harry," I sighed, pulling away. Even though I couldn't see him, I knew he was just as riled up as I was.

"What's wrong?"

"What are we doing?"

"We were kissing," he chuckled and I felt his hand stroke my cheek.

"But why?" I replied, feeling his lips meet mine again.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"You ask a lot of questions," Harry murmured with a laugh.

"Because I don't want to be a charity case."

"I don't see you that way." How could he not see me that way? I was fucking blind. Not stupid.

"C'mon, don't lie to me. Everyone sees me as a charity case." I heard him take a deep breath and felt his hand leave my cheek. Sitting there in silence for a few minutes, I tried to think of something to say.

"Ellen," he sighed. "I don't see you as a charity case. You're a really beautiful girl and you've got a lot to offer. Plus, you're rather cheeky and I think it's cute. I'd love to spend time with you before I go home over Christmas."

"You're not just messing with me are you?" I teased.

"No," he laughed, kissing my forehead. "I couldn't ever do that."

"Good. I'd kick your ass if you were," I smiled, playfully punching his torso as he pulled me toward him for a hug.

"Easy there, wonder woman."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, love."

"Why me?" I knew looking up at him was futile because all I saw was darkness, but I did anyway.

"Why not you?"

"You could be sitting with any girl in the world right now and they'd be freaking out. Why'd you choose me?"

"Your spirit."

"Care to elaborate, Professor?" I teased.

"You're a lot of fun, but relaxed at the same time. You've got a great laugh and you're really funny. Plus, we get on really nicely so, it works."

"Ay Carumba," I groaned, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he laughed.

"You seem almost too perfect."

"I'm far from it."

"You're perfect to me."

"Isn't that my line?"

"It's interchangeable."

"Mhmm." Our laughter morphed together as we sat on the bench and I heard the front door open.

"Elle Bell! You home, honey?" my dad called as I heard the door close behind him. Shit.

"Uh, y-yeah, dad. I'm in here!" I called back, scooting away from Harry.

"Who's this?" he teased. He knew damn well who Harry was.

"Dad, this is-"

"Harry Styles. Well, I'll be damned. I didn't think Ashton could do it," dad laughed. Oh god, this was going to be interesting.