Ellie's POV:
"Alright," I sighed. "Let's do this." Taking my phone from the charger, I opened my messages.
Coming by the house to talk today. Locking my phone back and letting out a shaky breath, Harry's arm wrapped around me as we made our way downstairs and out to his car.
"It'll all be okay," Harry murmured and kissed my forehead before opening my door. Driving to get coffee, I kept mulling over the pros and cons of talking to my dad. I honestly didn't want to, but I think I was overstaying my welcome at Harry's.
"Ellie?" his voice snapped me from my thoughts.
"Yeah? Sorry," I sighed, shaking my head.
"Do you want a peppermint mocha?" he chuckled.
"Yeah. Extra hot," I nodded. Hearing him relay our order to the barista, I realized we were at the drive-thru. Pulling around, the window opened and she smiled at him flirtatiously. Jesus, today was just not my day, was it? Rolling my eyes, I took my drink from Harry and held it in my hands as he began to pull off. Picking up one of the napkins, I wanted to throw up.
Call me ;) written in girly handwriting with a phone number below it and another winky face tainted the napkin.
"What's that?" he asked as we turned into the traffic filled road.
"Apparently the world now sees how hot you are," I teased, handing him the napkin. His wide, green eyes mulled it over before chuckling, rolling down the window, and tossing it out.
"I only need you for that," he smiled, bringing the back of my hand to his lips. The closer we got to my dad's, the more nervous I was. When we reached the driveway, I was practically shaking.
"Ellie," he murmured. I kept my eyes closed. "Ellie, look at me."
"Ellie, darling, look at me," his voice was gentle as I felt his fingers wrap around my chin and softly tug my face toward him. My eyes opened and I admittedly wanted to break down and cry.
"We're going in together. You and I. Don't be scared. I'm right here and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon." His thumb rubbed across my cheekbone that wasn't a faint yellow and slightly smiled. Kissing me softly for a few minutes before kissing my forehead, we finally got out of the car and I had a steel like grip on his hand. Ringing the doorbell, I could hear footsteps against the hardwood foyer flooring and the door swung open.
"Hi," dad said with a low tone, his beard trimmed and his hair significantly shorter. "Please come in." I tightened my grip on Harry as we walked inside and he closed the door behind us. Walking in the living room, I sat on the small love seat with Harry, leaving the couch for him to sit on. Sitting in silence, Harry's thumb softly rubbed over the back of my hand and I let out a sigh.
"Ellie, I can't say how sorry I am."
"You shouldn't have to," I replied bitterly.
"You've got to understand that it wasn't something I'd ever thought I'd do. I overreacted," he pleaded and I started to take Harry's advice of finding my backbone.
"Well, I used to think the same thing. But you did it."
"Ellie, please. Can you forgive me?" His brown eyes were full of emotions and I felt Harry's grip tighten against my leg.
"I probably won't ever be able to," I admitted. "I haven't been that hurt since mom died."
"I understand," he replied, lowering his head. "Are you willing to come back home anytime soon?"
"I don't think that's a great idea," Harry cut in, his grip steel like on my thigh.
"Harry," I whispered, his head turning toward me.
"You can stay as long as you need. Mum would probably let you move in," Harry whispered back.
"We need to talk to her about all that. We've only been dating for a few weeks."
"Three weeks and a day."
"Still, we need to talk about this." Hearing my dad clear his throat, Harry clenched his jaw and turned away from me, letting go of my leg.
"Dad, I just can't right now."
"I understand. Daphne said that she wanted to meet you."
"Don't."
"She wants to try, El."
"I don't," I snapped, realizing that this was a bad idea from the beginning. Standing up with a sigh, I looked back at Harry and shoved my hands in my pockets. "Let's go."
"Ellie, wait," Dad pleaded, grabbing my arm.
"Do. not. touch. me." Yanking my arm away as if his touch were an open flame, I made my way back toward the door, Harry following behind. Getting in the car, tense silence surrounded us. Finally pulling back into the driveway, he turned the car off and looked at me.
"I need to talk with your mom," I said, breaking the silence.
"She actually wants to talk to you," Harry's voice replied, hoarse.
"We can talk later," I sighed, opening my door. His hand softly touched mine, causing me to turn back toward him before I felt his lips barely press against my cheek. Walking inside the house, Anne was sitting at the kitchen table with a steaming cup of tea.
"Ellie, love," she beamed. "Please, have a seat." Taking the seat across from her, I pulled the cup of tea toward me and took a sip of the boiling liquid.
"You said you wanted to talk," I said, my voice coming out weak.
"It's nothing bad, dear. Just wanted to see how you were doing and how things were with Harry."
"Do you want honesty or the cookie cutter?" Feeling like flood gates of tears and words were about to come pouring out of me.
"Anything you say will not be shared," she murmured, smiling sweetly.
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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...
