Stay High (Harry Styles Fanfic, possibly british 2)

Reckless

•Ella's pov•

Once I peeled out of the parking lot Harry's motorcycle was right behind me. With Arisa screaming directions in my ear, and me trying to lose harry, there is no way I'm driving safely.

When we pulled into Arisas neighborhood I was instructed to turn off my head and tail lights so harry wouldn't follow us.

I parked quietly in a shadow and we grabbed all of our crap.

"Ok I'm gonna get out first and unlock the door, once you see I've got it unlocked get out and run." Arisa instructed

I nodded and she stepped out of the car. it took her no longer than 10 seconds to unlock that door, but that's also about how long it took Harry to catch up with us.

I ripped off my heels and sprinted for the door. Arisa slammed it behind me, sliding her back down it and running her fingers through her hair.

"Ok what the he-l was that about!? why did he follow us all the way back here?" Arisa tried to keep her voice down

"I haven't the slightest idea why he followed us, I'd think he would've run from me...." I pondered the words that just left my mouth for a moment. he should've been the one running away from me, and I should be the one chasing him begging for his forgiveness. although he could have chased me down to kill me for ruining his life. murder is always an option.

My thoughts were shattered by a soft knock on Arisas door.

"Go awa---" Arisa tried to yell but I cut her off

I put my hand up in defense "I need to talk to him, I'm sorry I dragged you into this."

I slowly approached the door as Arisa walked away from it. I felt like I could hear my heartbeat in my ear. a lump rose in my throat and a knot formed in my stomach. as I reached to turn the doorknob my hands became shaky. these are all the symptoms of being nervous, it's a natural human emotion. in my case they are the symptoms of fear, absolute petrification, also a natural human emotion.

I cracked the door open and a sliver of light hit my eye. as my vision refocused I saw harry standing with his back turned smoking a cigarette. He never smoked when we dated, he never wanted to.

"Uhmm" I tried clearing my throat but that only made the bile that was already present rise higher.

Harry turned around and blew out a puff of smoke just above my head. I slowly closed the door, but made sure my fingertips were still on the handle.

"How lovley to see you again miss Carter." harry smirked, he threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it with his heel. He looked like such a bada-s.

"You look like your scared of me. well princess let me go ahead and tell you one thing, no matter how much I 'hate you', I could never hurt someone with such a pretty face." with each word he inched closer to me

"Listen, I think we need to talk. actually i know we need to talk, there is so much I need to say that I never got the chance to." I tried to sound forceful

"I've listened to you spew crap too many times. so no, this time your listening to me." He grabbed my arm and dragged me in the direction of his motorcycle.

I miss late nights with harry, late nights where we would fly down back roads on his motorcycle and I would feel completely reckless. One thing I remember about riding a motorcycle like this one is you have to hold on to who ever is driving, something I don't want to do at the moment.

Harry tossed a helmet at me without even looking my direction. I caught it and strapped it under my chin.

I slowly approached the motorcycle, which harry was already sitting on. I swung my leg over and sat down a few inches from harry; my butt nearly falling off the seat.

"You know you'll fall off if you even try ride like that. stop acting like you don't know me and hold on." stop acting like I don't know him? I haven't seen him in 3 years. clearly he has changed some too, I'm glad to know in not the only one.

I scooted closer into harry and lightly hugged his waist. He slammed on the gas and we took off. It felt like something off a cartoon, where the character was on a rocket but the rocket took off so fast that it left the character behind in the dust.

I found myself squeezing Harry's waist with my eyes clamped shut, as we approached a red light.

"Relax babe, you not going to get hurt, just make sure you hold on." my stomach dropped at the word. babe. it sounded so foreign to me as it tumbled so gracefully from his full lips. of course the word meant nothing to him, but it used to mean a whole da-n lot to me.

We drove for what felt like an hour until we pulled up to what I'm assuming is his house.

"You were awful quiet on the ride over." Harry's lips curved into a wicked smirk

"Uh yeah, I just couldn't think of anything to talk about." I spoke, crossing my arms to fight shivering in this cold wind.

"Oh your cold? lets go inside, c'mon." Harry's eyes softened as he spoke that sentence and he wrapped his arm around me until we reached his doorstep

As I walked over the threshold I felt immediate guilt and sorrow wash over me like a flood.

This house is even more beautiful than the one he owned back in Mississippi. memories of the two of us play fighting on his couch ran back and forth through my mind as I took all of the house in.

I honestly have missed harry so so so much. I shouldn't have left him that day. but I felt then as if I was doing what was best for him. as the days, months, years passed, I started questioning wether or not what I did was actually better for either of us.

I wouldn't even know where to begin if I were to apologize to him tonight.

"So, it's been a while." harry leaned back against the counter in his kitchen and sipped a beer. "this is good you know. the beer I mean, I got it from the bar you work at."

His mood swings are confusing me, this I not the harry I knew at the age of 18. However he is 21 now, so he's probably matured a lot.

"Look Harry like I said earlier I don't even know where to begin, if you'll just give me a chance to try and explain, I know I will never be able to makeup for what I did. u-unless you don't care, then I don't care." god Im so dumb

"Ella darling, don't you get it?" Harry set down his beer and slowly walked towards me until all that was between us were my shaky breaths. "I don't want to talk now I just. god I've missed you so much." and with that Harry's lips latched onto mine as he kissed me passionately.

All of this is so confusing, he chased me down, told me he hated me, tried to kill me on his motorcycle, and now he's kissing me?

He may look rougher on the outside now than he did at the young age of 18 but he sure still kisses the same. His kisses were always soft yet firm, smooth yet hard. He never kissed me unless he wanted it to mean something. and at this moment I feel as if the synchronization of our lips are saying more than words ever could.

Harry pulled away from me to catch his breath. we somehow found our way to his couch and I no longer have on my shirt.

I stumbled off the couch to get it but Harry's hand grabbed my waist."No. leave it off, your perfect. you haven't done anything but gain beauty."

I pulled away from him and put my shirt back on.

"I'm sorry but if your not going to talk to me, or allow me to talk to you I'm going to need you to take me back." I stood directly in front of him and crossed my arms

"Still strong willed, independent I see. But tell me sweet heart, why won't you f-ck me if you f-cked every eligible male in florida. I know you want me more than you wanted any of them." I gasped at the fact he knew what I had done.

wait if he knows that, what all else does he know about me. maybe he knew all along I was coming to LA and he was just waiting on me.

These thoughts sent shivers down my spine and made me wonder if this is even the same human I knew only 3 years ago.