Songs for the chapter:
Maroon 5- Animals
Ed Sheeran- Give me love
Ed Sheeran- Thinking Out loud
ELLIE'S POV:
"Ellie, I want to tell you something and you have to promise me it won't change the way you think of me," Harry sighed and I lifted my hand to his face.
"I promise," I whispered, rubbing his cheek with my thumb
"I-" he bit his lip. "When I do things like this..."
"Harry, just say it," I laughed.
"I tend to get a little rough," he blurted out, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment and I couldn't help but think he was absolutely adorable.
"Define rough," I grinned with a laugh, slightly blushing. Hopefully he didn't like BDSM or anything, that weirded me out.
"Like, I tend to leave marks. Nothing BDSM of the sort or spanking. That weirds me out, but like, bruises of my fingers on someone's hips because of how hard I was holding them or a harsh love bite."
"Okay?" I shrugged, quietly thankful he wasn't into that 50 shades crap.
"Okay? You're not like, weirded out by that?" he asked, sounding surprised.
"No," I shrugged. "What else do you like?" I couldn't help but giggle like a sixth grader.
"When you tug on my hair."
"What else?"
"We didn't get very far," he teased, slightly squeezing my hip. "What do you like?"
"I like kissing your neck and running my fingers through your hair," I smiled. "And hearing you moan." When he moaned, it was literally the sexiest sound I'd ever heard in my life.
"No love, what do you like that I do to you?"
"We didn't get very far," I winked and pulled his face back to mine. He laughed against my lips before kissing me back and I ran my hands over his smooth, warm torso. Surprisingly, he was understanding of the whole ordeal. I mean, to him he probably thought I was okay looking without a paper bag on my head. I couldn't really get a read on him. He was very introverted while being able to be an extrovert as well. As we laid there, feverishly kissing, he pulled away, putting his forehead against mine.
"Can I take off your shirt?" he whispered, his breathing labored. I honestly didn't want him to because he'd probably throw up at the sight of my stretch marks.
"Um," I sighed. "Can we not do that right now?" His warmth was replaced with a swoosh of cold air.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I wasn't making you uncomfortable was I?"
"No Harry," I chuckled, sitting up. "It's really not you. It's me."
"Do you not think I'll be happy with you or something?" His voice was low, his eyes full of worry and I tried not to look at him for too long.
"No," I lied.
"You're shit at lying," he laughed.
"It's just, I don't want you to not like what you see." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before feeling his index finger lift my chin and his breath washed over my face.
"Ellie," he cooed. "Ellie, look at me, babe." Opening my eyes to meet his vibrant green ones, I tried to fight the blush from him calling me babe.
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FanfictionMeet Ellie. A tall basketball player with big dreams. Trying to find her place not only in high school, but the world, she meets Harry. Harry at first is kind of rude and vey closed off. They both find out that they've had the same basketball coach...
