Blinded by You

Chapter Fifty Six~ Well, well

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Song: Skinny Love- Birdy

Passenger-Circle

Not over you-Gavin DeGraw

Harry's POV:

Seeing Ellen storm out of the club, I took a deep breath. Seeing her in person, living, breathing, after what seemed like an eternity made me want to burst into tears, but I held it together. Following after her, I quietly opened the front door, making sure to be quiet and I saw her standing in the rain, crying. My heart began to crumble just as it had the last time we saw each other and I silently prayed for the best.

"Ellen," I murmured, hoping she would turn around.

"What?" Her voice was full of hurt and cracked a little bit, along with the wall I had attempted to build.

"Will you please turn around?" I pleaded, feeling the familiar burn of tears in my own eyes.

"I can't."

"Why not?" I asked, taking a step toward her.

"Because if I do, you'll be able to see how much I still love you." Closing my eyes, the tears were finally released and I walked into the pouring rain. Her scent filled my nostrils as I put my hand on her shoulder, turning her toward me.

"I still love you, too. I always have and I always will," I breathed. Bringing my hand to her cheek, she began to sob.

"Get away from me," she cried, pushing me away. "Get away!" She continued to push me away and I couldn't do anything to stop her.

"Ellen-"

"I hate you. I hate you for making me fall in love with you."

"El-"

"I hate you," she sobbed. "I fucking hate your beautiful face. Get away from me!" Her face contorted in agony and she continued hitting my chest.

"No," she snapped as I tried to pull her toward me. "No. Don't touch me." Her hits became less and less as I finally just held her as tight as I could and she sobbed against me.

"I hate you." Her voice was barely understandable to the sober ear, but I could easily understand her. She didn't hate me, she needed me. This was her cry for help. She was drunk, full of anger and hurt and here I was, holding her up.

"Shhh," I comforted as she continued to sob. The rain continued to pour and we just stood there, letting it fall against us. I tried to run my fingers through her now mangled, soaked hair and failed.

"I'm so sorry Harry," she cried, her makeup smearing down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," I whispered. "Nothing at all." She lifted her head and I don't think she's ever looked more beautiful than now. Even with red, puffy, makeup stricken eyes and swollen lips, she is still somehow gorgeous.

"I don't wanna go back in." Her voice was hoarse and tears still silently fell against her cheeks, blending in with the rain.

"We don't have to," I replied.

"My phone is in there. I think. Maybe Louial has it," she stammered, closing her eyes.

Chuckling, I sighed, "I'll go get it." Walking back inside the booming club after leaving Ellen under the awning, I walked toward the table and looked for her cell phone on the table with no luck. Taking my phone from the table and turning on the flashlight, I looked under the table and there her purse was sitting. Grabbing it with a sigh of relief, I made my way back through the crowd and out the door to Ellen.

"Are you cold?" I asked, stupidly, knowing she was. She only nodded and stepped closer to me.

"I'm gonna go get my car, wait right here," I whispered and put her purse under my dry jacket along with my phone as I sprinted down the sidewalk toward my car. Practically jumping into the seat and turning the car on, I pulled from my spot and pulled next to the sidewalk closest to Ellen. Honking once, she slowly walked toward the car and got in, closing the door quietly behind her.

"Um," she said, her voice worse than before. "My stuff is at the hotel Dylan and I were at."

"Do you wanna go get it?" I asked before starting to drive.

"I need some dry clothes," she chuckled. At least she was feeling slightly better. Getting the name of the hotel, I knew where to go and the quickest way to get there.

"Call me if you need me," I said as I put the car in park under the parking garage and she simply nodded, getting out and closing the door behind her. Patiently waiting, my clothes stuck to my skin and I tried to make my hair look less of a mangled mess than had been created by the rain. After about fifteen minutes, there was a tiny knock on the window and she opened the door, throwing her bags in the back seat.

"Do you want to go to another hotel?" I asked stupidly.

"Just drive," she whispered, leaning her head against the window, fresh tears flowing down her cheeks. Deciding to take her to my flat a few streets over, I maneuvered through the London traffic and finally pulled into the parking garage next to the building. Walking through the door, into the side of the entranceway, we silently made our way to the elevator and slowly rose to my flat. Helping her carry her bags through the front door, I watched her walk ahead of me as I closed the door, surrounding us both in darkness. Turning on the dimmer, that provided a little more light in addition to the London skyline.

"There's two bedrooms down the hall and they have their own bathrooms. Um, you can pick whichever one you want. I'll be in my room. Just yell if you need anything," I sighed and she only nodded. Slowly walking toward my room and closing the door behind me, I finally let my tears go. It killed me inside to see her so broken. So defeated. Wiping at them quickly, I couldn't stop more from falling and I walked toward my bathroom, taking off my wet clothes and hanging them on the towel rack to dry.

Pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, something I hadn't worn in a long time, my cool skin filled with goosebumps at contact with my bed. Plugging my phone in, I noticed the many twitter notifications I had as well as a few texts. My eyes widened that it was now past midnight and I had only had one drink while I was there. My stomach grumbled and I got back up, cautiously padding toward the kitchen and looking to see if I had any food worth cooking. Eventually settling on a bowl of cereal, orange, banana, and a turkey sandwich, I slowly ate, savoring all of the tastes.

"Oh, sorry," Ellen's almost gone voice croaked and I looked up to find her just in a t-shirt and her underwear with a towel around her head. "I thought you had already gone to bed."

"Are you hungry?" I asked, trying to keep it together.

"Yes," she nodded, clearing her throat.

"Would you like spaghetti? I can make that. Or, I can make you some chicken." I just wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible. For the first time since we had spoken, she actually smiled.

"That's okay. I can make a sandwich."