The Writer (AU)

Chapter Eleven~ Wanted

Ellie's POV:

Hearing laughter from downstairs as I followed behind Harry, I got slightly worried. Harry wasn't a girl. Walking into the kitchen, Harry grabbed my hand tightly.

"Good morning, honey. Bacon?" Dad smiled and I couldn't move.

"Hi, I'm Daphne," the woman smile, extending her hand. Well, Daphne, you need to fucking go. I was silent and I kept my free hand at my side balled up. The look on her face ws mixed with hurt and she took a step back toward my dad. I couldn't say anything. Other than this so-called Daphne woman, I did not like. Turning on my heel and walking back through the foyer, I practically sprinted back up the stairs. Walking into my bathroom, brushing my teeth, and grabbing my purse, I put on a pair of flats and walked back downstairs. The cool air surrounded me and I pulled my jacket closed as I walked toward my car and got inside. Not long after, Harry opened the front door and headed outside.

As he settled in the passenger seat, I got a whiff of his cologne and almost -oddly- instantly calmed. I was still not ready to talk about anything with anyone. I just wanted coffee, food, and my mom. I'd just have to settle for two out of three. Pulling out of the driveway and heading toward the nearest Starbucks, I parked and got out. The scent of coffee emerged in a billowing cloud as I opened the door and walked inside.

"Hi," the barista chirped with a wide smile. "What can I get for you?"

"Can I have a Trenta Dark Roast with three shots of espresso and a shot of peppermint?" I asked with a sigh, putting my sunglasses onto of my head.

"Anything else?" she asked with a smaller smile.

"Just a Venti Pike," Harry's voice murmured from behind me.

"Names?"

"Ellison," I replied. "He's Harry."

"Alright. Your total is $8.63." Handing her a ten dollar bill, I took a deep breath.

"You can keep the change," I smiled, trying to act happier than I felt.

"Ellison?" another barista called out and sat my drink on the counter. Taking my drink from the counter, he soon called for Harry. Walking back to my car, we both got in and silently drove to Chic-Fil-A. Ordering our food and ending up in Falls Park downtown, I sat across from Harry and quietly began to eat. Taking a sip of my sweet tea, this is the longest I had gone without talking since my mom died.

"Ellie?" Harry's voice broke the silence and I wanted to hear him talk all day. "Do you want to talk about it?" I just shook my head and crawled toward him, feeling tears being to fall down my cheeks. He moved his food and I climbed into his lap. Wrapping his arms around me, I began to cry more and tightened my grip against his warm, firm torso. Pulling back from our hug, I wiped my eyes and his gaze held mine. I instinctively ran my fingers through his soft hair and looked from his lips back to his gaze as we leaned toward each other. Our foreheads touched and my breathing was shaky. Our lips finally touched and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. His lips were surprisingly soft and he smiled as I pulled away to catch my breath.

"You're about a subtle as a gun," he whispered with a grin.

"Shut up," I replied, kissing him again with a laugh. Once I kissed him again, I couldn't stop.

"Feeling better?" Harry teased as I sat between his legs with my back against his chest.

"Not really, but I'm happy to be around you and the fact that we kissed and he fact that you're totally hot," I blurted out. All he did was laugh and kiss my forehead.

"So I guess this means we're dating?"

"Dude, I bought you food. It's tall person code to automatically date after that. Plus, we both play basketball and I have nothing in the spring, I can come watch your soccer games."

"It's football."

"In America, it's soccer."

"Football."

"Soccer."

"Football," he chuckled, tickling my sides.

"Fine. I'll say football," I squealed and he let go of me.

"I know it's only been one date, but will you be my girlfriend?" Harry blurted out quickly.

"I kind of thought we established that before you tickled me?" I laughed.

"Oh. Right."

"Goofball."

"Cheeky madam."

"You're so British," I guffawed.

"Is that a bad thing?" he countered, arching one of his eyebrows.

"No. It's a really hot thing."

"What is it with you American girls loving English accents?" he smugly grinned.

"What is it with you English blokes falling for us souther girls?" I teased, leaning up to kiss him again.

"You're infatuating," he murmured and kissed me back.

"As are you, Mr.Styles," I grinned and turned to where I could have a better angle to kiss him.

"You don't think I'm crazy, do you?" I asked, yet again, trying to catch my breath.

"No. Definitely not," he laughed and began to kiss me again.

"I'm not just physically attracted to you, if that's what you're getting. You're pretty awesome intellectually too."

Harry began to laugh and looked at the sky, "What am I gonna do with you?" Fighting the urge to kiss his neck, I laughed along with him.

"I don't even know what to do with myself, so good luck trying to figure that one out."

"It's gonna be fun."