Blinded by You

Chapter Twenty Eight- You love... who?

HARRY'S POV:

"I love you," I whispered, pretending to be asleep. My heart was pounding against my chest. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she was just like, "K. Thanks, bye." And left. No, she wouldn't do that. I hope.

"I love you too," she replied almost inaudibly. I think that's what I heard. I couldn't help but smile and opened my eyes.

"Good, that would've been so awkward if you didn't say anything back," I chuckled. Looking down at her, I kissed her forehead before she slapped my chest.

"Are you sure that you love me?" she asked. "No exchanges. No refunds. All words are final."

"Yes," I nodded. Her smile widened and she sat up. "How much do you love me?"

"From here," she simply responded. Confused, I just kind of went with it.

"Best nap ever," I laughed.

"Were you actually tired?"

"Not really. I'm so used to traveling that time zones don't really bother me anymore."

"I'm not tired either."

"Hm," I chuckled. "What is something we could do to kill time?" She began to giggle and I pulled her onto my waist. I had the sex drive of a sixteen year old boy when I was around her.

"Let's go to the beach. You're kind of pale, babe."

"Sex on the beach?" I grinned. "Naughty girl."

"Just laying out in the sun. Silly boy," she laughed. "We have enough sex."

"It's been a few days."

"I'm still sore from the last time!"

"Because we'd waited like, two weeks!"

"I just want to relax."

"You don't want me to penetrate your vagina with my penis until we orgasm?" I laughed, knowing how she hated medical terms.

"Ew!" she squealed. "Please stop, Harry." I tickled her warm sides and she squirmed on top of me.

"See? Now what am I gonna do? You've got me all worked up." I knew she could feel me against her and I was almost positive she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Aw, poor baby."

"C'mon, Elle. I saw the way you were looking at me on the plane and when you were undressing me," I whispered. Using all the charm I could muster.

"Tell me," she sighed as I played with the waistband of her shorts.

"Tell you what?" I smirked.

"Tell me what you love about me," she groaned and ground herself against me.

"I-I love your curves," I slightly moaned, running my hands over her sides again. "I love your neck and your shoulders." Placing a soft kiss on her neck as I sat up, her legs tightened around me.

"What else?" she chuckled as I rolled her over on to her back.

"Everything," I whispered. This would be the fourth time we'd had made love. I wanted to make slow, sweet, hot love to her. Long story short, three rounds and we were knocked out.

"Well, this is a great start to a trip," Ellen teased as my fingers ran through her hair. I chuckled and took a sip of the wine we had opened.

"Are you okay?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Mhmm," I nodded. She took my hand as we watched the sunset and kissed my knuckles.

"I love you." I would never get tired of saying it to her.

"I love you more."

"I love you most."

ELLEN'S POV:

I couldn't believe this. He loved me. Me. Me! Something bad had to be happening soon. Life had a funny way of happening like that. Pulling out the journal I bought before coming on this trip, I began to write.

January 20th

Today was probably the best day of my life. And no, I'm totally not kidding. Harry said that he loved me. I swear. No lie. I'm serious as a heart attack. He fucking said it. Like, OMG wtf lol. Jk. God, I don't even know how to contain my excitement. This feels like walking on cloud nine for the rest of my life.

I mean, I always thought he loved Louis, just because I could hear the way they spoke in interviews and even in songs, I knew they were singing about each other. Actually, in 2:41 of the WMYB music video, Louis said Harry instead of baby.

Yeah. I know. I like to think that Louis still loves him, but Harry is trying to move on. I honestly feel kind of terrible. I mean, I know that Louis was probably the first person he ever uttered those three words to. Plus, everyone in the fandom thinks I'm a beard.

It hurts a little bit, but I'd never tell Harry that. It's not lying, just stretching the truth. However, I can say that when he said "I love you," I had to hold back tears. I held back tears because I knew he wasn't just saying it to say it. Maybe he really meant it. It was like the sunrise on the beach. It gives you a feeling of peace and calmness. That's what it was like when Harry said it. That and a combination of fire. Like every word he said after that, I should've written down. I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy. Scratch that, I know I'm crazy.

But there's a part of me that knows Harry's just a little bit crazy too.