The Writer (AU)

Chapter Thirty- There's something in the way we yell

Ellen's POV:
"I'm not a charity case, Harry. We've talked about this before," I snapped. It seemed like everything we ever did together was all about money. I hated that he wanted to spend money on me. I had $20 in my pocket. I could've bought my own food. Rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand attempting to soothe me, he just sighed and smiled at me.

"I love you."

"I love you too," I sighed. I really did, but he knew how to get on my nerves.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up, baby. It's not my place," he apologized.

"It's fine. It's just difficult for me to talk about with people."

"I know."

"Sorry," I blushed.

"For what?" He looked slightly confused.

"Just being me," I laughed. "And poor and awkward." And crazy, and poor.

"You're amazing. You're not awkward and you're not poor. You've got me, my mum, Robin, Gemma, and your brothers and sister. That's all you need," he assured me.

"I barely have my brothers and Gemma seems to dislike me," I sighed, feeling slightly saddened.

"She's a special character. She likes you." He was pissing me off and he just kept it up. I didn't want to talk about family or money or any of the other shit that was going on in my life. I sighed, looking down at the menu, trying to decide what to order and we were both quiet. Watching the waiter carry our drinks, Harry quietly thanked him as he sat them down. Placing our order, the tension was thick and we sat in silence long after the waiter left.

"Look-" he started.

"Harry, this is not the time nor place. Just drop it and we can talk about it later," I sighed.

"You are incorrigible," he grumbled.

"And you're being a total dick right now." I was already pissed off, I thought I was about to start my period and here he wanted to piss me off even more. I saw his jaw clench and I watched as he gripped his water glass with snake like strength before slamming it down on the table. The rest of dinner was quiet and we drove back to his house that way too.

"What do you want me to say?" Harry yelled as we finally got inside.

"I don't like it when people spend money on me, Harry. We've been over this before why can't you just drop it?" I screamed back. I hated when people spent money on me because it felt like they had some power over me. Like I owed them something in return that I couldn't give them.

"We're together and I want you to be happy more than anything. I want to spoil you and give you everything you've ever wanted! I want you to be genuinely happy! When I buy dinner or things for you it's not because I am trying to shove in your face that I have money. It's to make you happy and see you smile. Why don't you just take it and say thank you?" He had now slammed his bedroom door behind us and I fought the urge to cry.

"Because Harry! When you buy me things, I feel like I owe you. It's very apparent that I'm poor and only have what I have because my brothers. It's not like I don't realize that while you know where your next meal is coming from, I'm yearning for mine."

"Ellie, why didn't you tell me?" his voice had softened. I was seething with hurt, anger, and countless other emotions. I was a mess.

"I did," my voice cracked. "It should've been pretty evident that I'm poor."

"Baby," he cooed, stretching his arms toward me.

"No. Don't touch me. I need to go," I snapped, memories flooding back into my mind. I couldn't think straight.

"Where are you going?" he asked as I practically ran down the stairs. I didn't want him to chase me. I broke into a full out sprint, barefooted down the sidewalk. My lungs aching, burning, pleading for me to stop. Harry was running behind me and I just couldn't. I couldn't let him see what my past had done to me. How much my heart was really broken.

"Ellie, stop!" his voice echoed through my ears along with my heart beat. I continued to push faster and faster until I could no more. Falling against the cold grass, my body shook with sobs.

"Stop!" I cried, trying to push him off of me. I wanted to be left alone and his warm, safe arms were only dragging more tears from me. No matter how much I hit him, Harry wouldn't give up. His arms were tightening against my back and I finally grew tired, sinking against his chest and continuing to sob.

"You're okay," he whispered.

"No I'm not. I'm nothing," I sobbed.

Hey guys! Sorry I've been away for so long! School takes up so much time.😭😭 anywho, I hope you're all doing okay and thank you so much for all the reads!!