Best Day Ever ~~An Ellie Goulding Fanfiction~~

CHAPTER 13: Moving On?

KAT’S POV

I wake with my head buried in the nape of Ellie’s neck and I absentmindedly nuzzle my way to her ear; kissing her earlobe and tasting the sweet salty skin still fresh from our previous encounter.

The reality of the situation hits me very suddenly and I remember that this isn’t just another night in bed with El.

She broke up with me yesterday. She told me I had admitted to cheating on her. And she revealed to me that Johnny has been sending her death threats for months.

The last thought sends a jolt of concern throughout my body and I shake her lightly by her shoulder.

“Baby, wake up…”

She groans adorably and yanks a pillow out from under her head to shade her eyes from the sunlight. I hear her mumbling something from beneath the pillow, but I can’t understand a word she’s saying so I lift the pillow up and toss it onto the floor.

She grumbles angrily and resorts to covering her eyes with her hands. “What time is it…”

I lean over her to glance at the alarm clock. “One-thirty.”

“PM?”  She asks without thinking, and I laugh, meanwhile drawing her into my arms by her hips and placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Yes, ‘PM’ doll, we’re not in Alaska. It’s only sunny during the day here.”

“Ugh!” She protests at my sarcasm and quickly tries to roll to her other side, but I keep her held steady in my arms.

“El.” I say more seriously, tilting her face up to look at me. “I need you to tell me about Johnny.” I caress the side of her cheek and pause as I gather my thoughts. “Why didn’t you say anything before? I could’ve helped.”

Sadness lingers in the tone of my voice, and her eyes flutter open and gaze up into mine.

I melt a little.

“Pet…” She says softly, stroking my arm beneath the sheets, and I feel a tear careen down my cheek against my will.

She continues her explanation, still stroking lightly at my arm. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. These are my affairs, and what with my going on tour soon...” Her hand moves from my forearm to my earlobe, which she massages sweetly between her thumb and index fingers. “I just wanted to keep you safe.”

I open my mouth to ask her for more details, but my lips close when it dawns on me that an explanation isn’t necessary.

I would’ve done exactly the same thing if I were her.

“It just sucks.” I say bluntly, and scrunch my mouth to the side in frustration.

She laughs loudly at my oversimplification, but her hands go immediately to her temples at the loudness of her own voice.