Pick Up These Broken Pieces (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

The Result of Arguement (Chapter 16)

HARRY POV

"Look, I just hope you'll understand after I'm finished all of this, I'm no good at making speeches on the spot," Ellie says, taking in a generous amount of air.

It is still raining hard. My hair is wet as is Ellie's. It is three in the morning, far to early to be up and far too late to be not yet asleep. Every action and every word can be prominent on the balcony, empty other than the presences of the two of us.

She looks me in the eye and pauses for a long while. She slaps me hard across the face, leaving stinging on my cheek. I pull my hand up, touching the sensitive skin she had made contact with. The rain soothes and cools my cheek a tad, but it is still sore.

"Elliot, why did you do that?"

"I hate you, so much," she starts. "You have no idea how long I've been hurt by you. Ever since that night in ninth grade, I swore I never wanted to see you again. Why did you ever come back?"

She seems in hysterics, tears streaming down her face. They blended with droplets of rain landing on her delicate skin. I wince at the pain of her slap. "Serendipity," I state.

"I swore I never wanted to see you ever again," she repeats. "But on the inside, I was really hoping to bump into you. To tell you about everything that I am know, to show you how much I have grown and how much better I am without you. I needed you to know these things, it was the only way I could completely move on and forget about you."

Ellie pauses, looking back at the lights of London for comfort and turning back around. Her face is suddenly flooded with emotion as she turns around. "You came back. You fucking came back! And I couldn't. I couldn't do all of that to you because I realized that you weren't such a bad person after all. All those years of thinking that I hated you, but at that moment I couldn't help but hate myself. Why did I even feel sorry for you? You tore me apart and there I was; pitying you? No, I wasn't going to let that happen."

She pants from all her talking, looking at me for a signal to continue. I blink twice and stare wide-eyed for more. "So then you punch me, square across the face while drunk. I decline your apologies but I can't help but feel sorry for you, still. After you punch the life out of me, I look at you and just- melt. Then I get to know you and find out that you don't have a half bad taste in music and that you have changed just enough for me to accept that. But after that, you lead me on, ask for a kiss which I am certainly falling at your feet for: then you leave me there telling me that it isn't the right time.

Isn't the right time? Are you fucking kidding me? Was on the plane when I had also said nothing positive about you the right time? Because in my eyes, it's pretty much the same difference right there."

I try to intercept her rant. "Elliiot-"

"No, don't you dare 'Elliot' me, okay? I have more to say," Elle protests, throwing me a glare. She greedily inhales air from her nostrils, continuing what she had to say. "You have no right to do any of this to me! I can't live like this; wondering if you're going to let me look at you. I hate it, I hate you!"

I reach forward, wiping what I saw as a tear off her cheek. I don't know what to say and I don't know what to expect now.

"But do you know what I hate the most?"

"Wh-what?" I ask, wondering if that was a rhetorical question or not.

"Of all the things you and I have done and gone through, I can't help but fall for you."

I repeat what she had said in my mind. "I can't help but fall for you."

"I don't understand," I say, still looking at her immensely. "I don't know what your choice is."