Blinded by You

Chapter Thirty Six~ Too good to be true

Song for this chapter:

Stay with me- Sam Smith

Life of the party- Shawn Mendes

Just a dream- Nelly

Ellen's POV:

My body tensed and I pulled away from him. His eyes widened and I slightly chuckled.

"I'm gonna go downstairs," I smiled, trying not to let him see me cry.

"Ellen! No, I didn't mean to call you Louis. It was an honest mistake," he pleaded.

"I have a feeling our entire relationship or whatever this was," I snapped, motioning between the two of us. "Was a mistake." Stumbling out of my room, I made my way down the staircase slower than a turtle and walked into the living room.

"Elle!" Harry whispered and I could hear him stumbling down the stairs.

"Harry, I don't want to talk to you right now. Either go back upstairs or get out." Everything was quiet. Nothing but the sound of my breathing mixed with his and I was afraid of what was coming next. Hearing his footsteps come closer, I tightly shut my eyes. Feeling his lips press to my forehead and a tear fall against my cheek that wasn't mine, I struggled to maintain my composure.

"Just know that I'm sorry," he whispered. Hearing him walk away, I opened my eyes and bit into my lip to keep from crying as I heard the front door close. I swear I couldn't breathe. Hearing it open, I had secretly hoped it was Harry.

"Where was Harry going?" Ashton's voice rang out. "He said you were on the couch."

"Um, he left. He had to go back early," I sniffled. I could smell the food and eagerly sat up in the dark, taking a bag from his hand.

"Okay," he nodded, sitting down next to me. "If you wanna talk about it, I'm all ears."

"Can we just sit in silence? I don't want to talk about anything right now."

Harry's POV:

I'm gonna go downstairs," Ellen smiled, trying not to let me see her cry and I felt my heart crumble.

"Ellen! No, I didn't mean to call you Louis. It was an honest mistake," I pleaded. I told her the Absolut screwed with me.

"I have a feeling our entire relationship or whatever this was," she snapped, motioning between the two of us. "Was a mistake." Stumbling out of her room, She made my way down the staircase slower than a turtle and walked into the living room.

"Elle!" I whispered and followed behind her.

"Harry, I don't want to talk to you right now. Either go back upstairs or get out." Everything was quiet. Nothing but the sound of my breathing mixed with hers and I was afraid of what was coming next. Walking toward the couch, I couldn't hide my tears. Pressing a light kiss to her forehead, a few fell.

"Just know that I'm sorry," I whispered. Walking toward the front door, seeing Ashton pull in the driveway, I waited to cry.

"Where you headed, mate?" Ashton smiled.

"I've gotta go, um, back early. Rehearsal stuff."

"Alright mate, it was good to see you again. Come back soon." Only nodding before I headed toward my car and got it, my tears wouldn't hold anymore. How could I have called her Louis? Fuck fuck fuck. I fucking told her Absolut fucked me up and I still took some. It was partly my fault, but it was partly hers. It was 50/50. I can't really blame her, she was probably more drunk than I was before I took my first sip. Is it my fault? Damn. It was my fault and for the first time, I didn't know how to fix it.

Three months later-

Ellen's POV:

Hearing a tiny knock on the door, I slightly smiled at my parents.

"Embarrassing parents alert!" my dad joked.

"We just came to say goodbye and wish you good luck and know we'll be watching every game," mom chuckled.

"I love you guys. I'll make sure to send you a lot of basketball stuff."

"We love you too honey. Don't hesitate to call." Hugging them before they walked out and closed the door, I sighed at the silence. That was the last thing I needed right now. My parents had become suspicious, but I said Harry was just busy with the tour. The reality was, in the last three months, I'd lost sixteen pounds, hardly slept, and didn't want to do anything but lay in bed. With college basketball, that kept me busy for the majority of the summer and I didn't dare get on twitter or Facebook even though I knew I'd had thousands of tweets. Plopping down on the tiny bed with my feet hanging half way off, I looked around the room at all of stuff unpacked. Thankfully, my suite mate was a teammate and we had become relatively close. She didn't dare ask me about Harry, even though everyone at the school knew about our relationship. I couldn't even look at pictures of him. I couldn't.

It wasn't that I was mad at him for what he said, it's the fact that I knew he was probably still in love with Louis and still let it hurt me as much as it did when he said his name. I kept busy and only cried when I knew I was alone. Thankfully, two weeks from now, I'd be at a restaurant opening in Florida able to get drunk however much I want. Thank God. Making it through the days and practices were hell. Everywhere I went, something reminded me of Harry and him being on tour in America. Well, North America, at least. There were commercials, radio announcements, billboards... It was like why don't you just stab me now, life?

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The next two weeks flew by and before I knew it, I was partying it up at the beach.

"Okay," Dad tried to direct. "We're gonna head back and get ready."

"Absolutely," I joked, holding my red Solo cup with a wide smile. With some assistance and water, I made it back to the hotel and up to my room. Stripping to take a shower, I climbed in, the hot water relaxing my muscles. It seemed like as soon as I got in, I got back out and began to get ready. Pulling on my bra and underwear, I felt like I had my life together because they matched. Just kidding, I was a little tipsy. Successfully getting into my pain-in-the ass dress, I started on my hair and makeup. Stabbing and burning myself a few times, I finally finished and heard a knock on my door.

"Just a second!" I yelled, trying to poke my earring in my ear. More knocks. Walking to open he door, I sighed in frustration.

"I said just a-" my heart stopped. "Second." Harry.