Blinded by You

Chapter Thirty- All good things come to an end...

Harry's POV:

"It's very frustrating when stuff like that gets put out there. It's not fair to you, nor me. Mostly to you and it pisses me off. Just everything about the paparazzi pisses me off. I know it comes with the job, but Jesus, I'd like to be able to go to the beach without some bullshit source saying I, proposing to you." She was silent.

"I can't say I know how you feel, but I understand somewhat. I of all people want to respect your privacy and our privacy in our relationship. That's why I haven't really posted any pictures of us or tweeted about us. I don't want my words to be misconstrued into something that could get out and we'd fight about it," she responded quietly, squeezing my hands.

"It's not even that. It's just people trying to get in my business. My private life with you is my private life with you. I don't want it strewn across pages of magazines or on twitter," I sighed. Her expression softened and I realized how I had sounded. "I didn't mean it like I don't want to be seen with you. I love being seen with you, but I just wish people would kind of back off."

"I didn't take it like that," she chuckled. "What can I do to make you feel better?" Her hands were rubbing my shoulders and she pressed a soft kiss on my neck. There were a lot of things she could've done to make me feel better.

"Just be here with me." I mean, sure, I could've suggested we have sex, but we had plenty of time for that.

"Do you wanna get some dinner?" Ellen smiled.

Other than her? "I'd love to."

"I have some friends that could go out with us. They're really cool. I've known them since I was fourteen."

"They won't take pictures and spread shit will they?" I laughed.

"No. They're cool," she laughed, shaking her head. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Okay."

"Want to join me?"

"I'd thought you'd never ask," I teased as she pulled me toward our bedroom and into the bathroom.

Ellen's POV:

As we showered, I fought the urge to bring up Louis. I was honestly scared. What if he still loved Louis? I mean, that would be so fucking cute and I'd obviously understand but like, I don't want to lose Harry. If Harry ever went back to Louis, I'd want to remain friends with him or at least the boys. I don't know. Deciding to ask him as we got dressed, I pulled my dress on and walked toward him.

"Harry?" I smiled.

"You look beautiful," he beamed, kissing my cheek.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." Taking a deep breath, I internally screamed.

"Did you ever love Louis?" I blurted out as quickly as I could. His eyes widened and he cleared his throat.

"Can we, um, talk about this later?" His eyebrows were furrowed and I only nodded, staying silent as we finished getting ready.

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Through dinner, Harry and I talked quite a bit to my two friends and when Harry offered to pay for us all, my heart melted. Partly because his offering, partly because I was a little drunk. We all were. Making it back to our car, I climbed in the passenger seat and slightly giggled as Harry got into the drivers seat. Barely making it home without laughing, Harry and I stumbled inside, plopping down on the couch.

"Harry," I laughed, running my fingers through his hair.

"Hm?" he smiled, his eyes closed.

"I love you."

"And you, my dear," he replied, causing us both to laugh. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes and Harry took a deep breath.

"I did love him," Harry sighed. "I loved him with all my heart and he loved me. Everything on the x-factor was great. No one told us we couldn't sit together or sit next to each other or be together in pictures. When we got to Modest, they wouldn't let us sit together, or even really talk to each other. It took a toll, but we stayed together through it. When they brought Eleanor in, it broke both of our hearts because I knew he'd never be as happy with her as we were together. After that, we did nothing but fight and argue. I'd call him when I was drunk, and he'd do the same. That's why I have so many tattoos. We figured if we couldn't be together, we'd get tattoos that matched. When the fans figured that out, management literally forced us apart. So much that it forced us to break up and when we did, the fans noticed. I'm not very good at hiding my emotions. Now, we don't really talk anymore. Actually, we don't talk at all." I wanted to throw up.

"Harry, if I'm keeping you from being truly happy, we can just be friends. I know how much you loved him and I can tell by your voice," my words were shaky. "That you still love him."

"No, Ellen, don't think that I don't love you. I really do. You're helping me heal. We were meant to be, but a twist of fate made it so Louis and I had to walk away. Now I'm with you and I don't wanna be anywhere else," he replied with tears in his eyes.

"Just know that I love you Harry," I sighed. "I always have and I always will."

"I know," he smiled, his dimples showing. "I've always known."

Hey guys... So, how many of y'all have feels right now? I kind of cried while writing this. Don't judge. I freaking love Louis and Harry and had to create some drama in the story. Anywho, thank you for almost 1k. That's amazing. I'm so happy you guys like this story. I'm thinking of doing maybe 50 chapters. I'm not sure. Let me know what you guys think!!xx p.s- check out my other stories and let me know what y'all think! Xoxo