Blinded by You

Chapter Forty Seven~ Jokes

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Harry's POV:

My eyes opened to pitch darkness covering Ellen's room. Looking at her hands on my chest, there was no ring. I hadn't proposed. Taking a deep breath, everything seemed to be back to normal. Ellen still had her back brace and we were asleep. Everything was normal. Feeling Ellen stir on top of me, I took my right arm off of her back and reached toward the nightstand to get my phone. It was 11:30 and I didn't remember what time we went to sleep.

"Ellen," I whispered, hearing my stomach grumble.

"Ellen, love, wake up." Lightly shaking her, she moved slightly.

"I'm asleep," she groaned and shifted, rubbing her body against mine.

"Let's go get some food, babe." Sighing, she wiped at her face and kept her eyes closed as I carefully sat up and made sure not to his her leg on anything.

"What time is it?" she asked sleepily and put her shoe on.

"11:32 now."

"How long were we asleep?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"Great. Now I'm gonna be up all night," she sighed as we made it to her car through the wintery air.

"You'll be fine, sweetheart," I chuckled and started the car.

"Where's a good place to get food this late on a Friday?" I asked as we drove down the road.

"Sonic," she laughed and rubbed her eyes.

"Sonic it is," I chuckled, shaking my head. In the few weeks I had spent here, I'd learned how to get around. Pulling up to the drive-thru, I scanned over the menu before asking her what she wanted.

"Just two corn dogs and a raspberry tea," she replied. Ordering, I got the same thing she got because I had never been to Sonic and wasn't sure if it was good.

"Copycat," she teased.

"Imitation is the highest form of flattery," I teased.

"Yeah, yeah." We both laughed as we got our food and headed back to her apartment.

"My back hurts," she sighed as we reached the stairs.

"I would carry you, but my hands are full," I smiled.

"It'll take me a while to get up these stairs. Don't hate me."

"Never." I would never hate her for something she couldn't control. She was injured. Not her fault. Twenty minutes and a few loud groans later,we made it inside and Ellen merely plopped down on the couch.

"Are you okay?" I asked comfortingly, letting her lay her legs across my lap.

"I will be," she replied which was muffled by her chewing on her corn dog.

"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I asked with a slight smile.

"Sure." Fumbling with the remote, she eventually handed it to me in frustration and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Shut up," she chuckled and tossed a pillow at my face. Blowing her a kiss as we continued to scroll through movies, the selection was endless.

"Twilight?"

"Hell no."

"Frozen?"

"No."

"Indiana Jones?" I asked, trying to stifle my laughter.

"No."

"This is Us?"

"I have you. I don't need a movie to tell me about you," she laughed.

"How about Grown Ups? Something light hearted enough to make you happy."

"I am happy, but no."

"Grease?"

"Yes!" she exclaimed. Finally. Halfway through the movie, Ellen soon fell back asleep and I carefully stood, placing a blanket over here with a kiss on her forehead. Laying down on the other sofa and just watching her sleep, I couldn't help but smile. She may have been just another girl to the world, but to me, she was the world.