Blinded by You

Chapter Thirty Seven~ Why are you Here?

Ellen's POV:

I didn't have the breath nor words to say anything. His hair was much longer than when he left and he surprisingly looked very dapper in his royal blue dress shirt and black pants.

"Hi," he breathed, breaking the silence between us. Trying to hold back tears, I couldn't collect my thoughts.

"Hi," I sighed, letting a few tears go and lightly dabbing at my face.

"You look-"

"Why are you here?"

"Your father invited me. Knew something was up between you and I and I've got two days break before the next show."

"Oh." Again, silence thicker than the iceberg that sunk the titanic formed between us.

"Can I come in?" his voice had deepened since the last time we'd spoken and I slightly opened the door to make room for him.

"Um, sorry about the mess. I've been running around trying to get ready in time," I stammered, nervously.

"It's okay. You look gorgeous," he slightly smiled, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking around the room.

"D-do you wanna talk about what happened? I don't have anywhere to be until four and it's only 3:15 now."

"Sure." Again, awkward silence as I sprayed hairspray on my curls for what seemed like the hundredth time.

"It was really all my fault. If I hadn't been drinking the Absolut, I wouldn't have ever said what I said," Harry mumbled quietly.

"It's partly my fault too, I know you two had a history and I overreacted."

"I shouldn't have said what I said and I'm sorry." His eyes remained on the floor and I sat my flat iron down.

"I'm sorry too," I sniffled, walking to stand between his legs. Three months of no contact with him and here I was, immediately crawling back. He wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed me tightly, just resting his head against my torso.

"I missed you," he whispered. "Dear God, I missed you."

"I missed you too Harry. It was hard. It was so hard." His hands gripped my ribs lightly and he looked at me before standing up.

"You've lost weight." Closing my eyes with embarrassment, I opened them and looked at my hands.

"It's just from playing college sports. It's no big deal, Harry."

"Ellen, you're a terrible liar." Fighting off the tears that threatened to come back, I took a deep breath.

"We can talk about all this later."

"Okay," he nodded and our eyes met.

"Your hair has gotten long," I smiled, running my fingers through it. All he did was nod. "It looks good."

"Are you drunk?" he teased.

"A little tipsy," I giggled.

"What am I going to do with you?" We both began to laugh and he shook his head as our faces neared.

"Whatever you want," I whispered and our lips finally fucking met. It was euphoric. Pulling our bodies as close as humanly possible, I wanted him. I wanted him in the bluntest way. I wanted his lips, his hands, his arms. I wanted him the way the ocean wants the shore, constantly reaching and running back. I wanted him the way the rain wants to fall, the way the sun wants to shine, the way words want to be read. I wanted him to infinity, to the millionth degree, no amount of rain could douse the fire I had in me for him. And the little shit knew it. Feeling his tongue against mine, I let out a small moan, pulling away to catch my breath and our foreheads touched.