Sweet Creature h.s au

Four

"When I saw what you did, who you were with
Got me questionin' the things that I believe"

- On My Mind (Acoustic), Jorja Smith

Ella

"Oi, no fair," Harry complains narrowing his eyes at me as I discard my shirt into the hamper near the bed, hearing his groans from behind me.

"Suck it up, big boy," I poke my tongue out at him before making my way into the bathroom, only to stop dead in my tracks at the next words that fall out of his mouth.

"I'd rather suck you up," A pig, I tell you.

I groan loudly hearing his loud cackles as I stomp the rest of the way, determined to take a shower after I'd woken up with the worst cramps knowing what was to come, turning down any and every sexual advance Harry had made since his eyes opened.

After a warm shower that soothed my cramps only slightly, I wrap a towel around myself, taking precautions for my monthly visitor before walking into my bedroom to find Harry still sprawled out on my bed, except now, he was asleep again. 

Although he promised to take me out for breakfast and despite my rumbling stomach along with my cramps, I decided there was no way I could wake him up. His face looked at ease and despite his reluctance to let me in on  what had happened last night, I could only assume he had a rough night. 

So, I draw the curtains, getting dressed quietly and leave the room in hunt for some breakfast. A girl's gotta eat, right?

-

Harry

Waking up buried in Ella's sheets, the smell of Vanilla and a hint of Lavender, I decided was one of those really really good things life had to offer. And so I laid there, minutes after I woke up for the second time that day. But of course, this doesn't last very long because next thing I know, I hear a bunch of cluttering and noise outside making me shoot up realizing my girl was outside. My feet never moved so fast, always having jumped to the worst possible conclusion. 

"Ella?" I call out.

"In here..." I sigh in relief when my girl is in my line of vision, safe and in one piece. The same couldn't however be said for the plates around her. 

"What happened?," I ask.

"Was trying to make breakfast.. for us.. mostly me. Just like, failed miserably. Was out of those frozen pancake things, so I had to actually make the batter and yeah," She rambled frustratedly, a distressed look on her face. Remembering my promise to take her out for breakfast, I frown realizing I fell asleep leaving her hungry.

"How about I take it from here, yeah? Was supposed to take you out before I fell asleep anyway," I offer apologetically.

"It's okay, I got this," She confidently claims although we both know she has no idea what she's doing judging by her surroundings.

"No, babe.. you really don't," I shake my head in amusement watching her eyes shoot daggers at me. If looks could kill. 

She washes her hands in defeat before taking a seat on one of the stools near the counter, looking at me as if to say give it a go.

-

Approximately fifteen minutes later, we are sat on the couch with a plate full of fluffy classic pancakes, watching some dumb show on Netflix which I don't get to pay much attention to considering I'm the one cutting up pieces of pancake and feeding it to the pretty girl curled up into my side. 

Once I realized that her reluctance to do anything even remotely sexual with me this morning had something to do with the fact that she keeps clutching her stomach in pain every five seconds, I gave myself up to her, pledging (to myself, in my head) to do whatever it takes to make her comfortable. And if that meant letting her lay in my arms while I fed her pancakes, then so be it. Fucking whipped, that's what I am.

"Ella! Open up," We're both startled by a voice, a guy yelling out before there's a series of knocks and next thing I know the pretty girl next to me mumbles a faint, almost inaudible apology before rushing her way towards the door, an unreadable look on her face.

I shift in my seat, peering over the couch to see that Ella had opened up her door to reveal a tall guy with blonde locks, almost looking like a stereotype out of a Disney surfer movie.

"What do you want, Dominique?" Her lack of excitement to see him calms my nerves down a bit, yet find myself getting up almost protectively getting the hint that maybe this was someone Ella wasn't expecting or didn't want around. 

"What? Told you I'd make an appearance to see my favorite girl sooner or later," He retorts, the smug look on his face quick to disappear when I stand behind Ella wrapping a protective arm around her, anger evident on my face at his words.

Ella's face screwing up in fear at his words don't go unnoticed by either of us, her body going stiff against mine. Except while I found myself frowning, it was evident that he was thriving at the sight of her in fear.

"Please, not now, okay? I'll just.. come by later, just don't do this now," She pleads and while I'm confused as to who the fuck this tool is, I feel something tug at my chest at the tone she uses, sounding desperate for him to leave and scared.

"Why? Don't want your boy toy getting a spiff of who you really are?," He chuckles and I'm almost fuming at this point because who the fuck does he think he is. I'm about to go off at him when he speaks up again.

"This one's new though, right Ella? Haven't seen him round before. Man, you really get around, don't you?," He questions menacingly and that's when I decide it was my queue to plunge at him. Which was exactly what I did, my fist landing on his jaw before we're both on the ground, a faint sound of a crying Ella behind me, the only thing keeping me grounded so I wouldn't kill this motherfucker. 

He manages to throw a few weak punches at me before I'm shoving him out the door, one last threat leaving my mouth, slamming the door shut in his face hoping he never shows up, for his sake.

Seeing red, I'm brought back to reality when the girl in front of me let's out a heart wrenching sob, my feet moving on it's own as I go wrap my arms around a shaking Ella. 

"Hey, hey, he's gone, it's okay, baby, shh," I coo, doing my best to calm her down. While I was confused and while I definitely needed an explanation as to what the fuck just happened, I held her. Because I realized in that moment that I've had a lot of shit hurt me but nothing stung as badly as right now, feeling Ella's body tremble as sobs wrack through her. Call it an exaggeration. 

"You're alright baby girl, you're okay, shh," I rock her back and forth in my arms wondering what could have happened for her to react so badly to him, my curiosity getting the better of me as I pull away from her. My heart breaks at the sight before me, face red and drenched with tears, but I swallow before asking the first of many questions going around in my head.

"Who the fuck was that, Ella?"

-

I know Harry and Ella are moving relatively fast, but bare in mind that they have been hooking up for a while.. and they have been feeling some sort of way towards each other since then, even if it was unspoken. 

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