Four Mistakes

Chapter 3

Ella's POV
I woke up with an excruciating pain in my head. I opened my eyes and immediately started panicking.

Where am I?

Did someone take advantage of me?

I don't remember anything and I usually don't get drunk.

I slowly got out of the bed and realized I still had clothes on. That means nothing happened right?

I tiptoed to the door and quietly opened it.

That guy I ran into on the street was sound asleep on the couch.

Harry was it?

Suddenly a couple memories from the night before came flooding back into my head.

I remember drinking and laughing with Harry and thats pretty much it.

I'm about to twist the knob of the front door when I hear Harrys raspy voice.

"Ella, wait."

I turn around and look at my shoes.

He rushed over to me and says,

"Ella, what's wrong."

I didn't know exactly how to reply so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

"You didn't do any thing with me right?" I quietly mumbled.

I looked up to see a hint of hurt in his eyes that quickly disappeared.

"Ella of course not. You were drunk and I couldn't just leave you at the bar. Someone could have taken advantage of you." He said looking me in the eyes.

"Did I say or do anything stupid." I asked. I hope I didn't say anything about them.

Still looking into his eyes I could tell there was something he wasn't telling me.

He chuckled and said,

"I knew you were drunk when you started grinding on me."

I immediately started blushing and looked at my toes.

"Not gonna say I didn't like it" he added with a smirk on his face.

That made my blush deepen so I covered my face with my hands.

"Hey, why don't you come sit down. I'll get you some painkillers for that headache I'm assuming you have and I'll make some breakfast."

I muttered a quick thanks and made my way to the couch.
While I was waiting on the couch I pulled out my shitty flip phone. I knew no one was worried about me. I have no friends or family that care about me. When I clicked the home button the screen lit up and showed two notifications. Two missed calls from an unknown number. I waved it off, probably some advertisement.

"Ready!" Harry yelled from the kitchen.

I got up and made my way into the kitchen. I just now realized how nice of a hotel it is. He must be rich or something.

I take a seat at the table where there is a pile of pancakes, a glass of water, and two painkillers waiting for me.

I pick up the fork and take a bite of the pancakes.

"Oh my god Harry these are amazing." I say.

"Well I'm surprised you didn't know that I'm a famous chef. I'm all over TV." He chuckles.

Me eyes about pop out of my head.

"YOU CAN BE MY OWN PERSONAL CHEF NOW!"I yelled.

He starts laughing uncontrollably and fishes something out of the garbage. He holds up a box of pre-made pancake mix and continues to laugh.

"You fucking liar." I giggle.

He chuckles and takes the seat next to me.

"Then how the hell do you have such a nice hotel room." I ask honestly wanting to know the answer.

HARRYS POV

"Then how the hell do you have such a nice hotel room." She asks honestly.

I was kind of waiting for that question.

Then a flash of realization crossed her face.

"And why were you warning me about the press last night?"

I decide to take the broad approach.

"Well have you heard about the band One Direction?" I ask.

She slowly nods her head, then she slowly looks me up an down.
"So you're THE Harry Styles." She says like a fan girl.

Oh god. She's one of those isn't she. I thought she didn't know who I was.

She giggles, "don't worry I don't really know you, I just know the name. A friend from where I used to live was obsessed with you."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding,

"For a second there I thought you were gonna go fan girl on me." I say with a small chuckle.

A loud string of sounds comes from the inside of her pocket. She flinches and takes her phone out of her pocket, a look of confusion on her face.

"Unknown number." She says.
She presses talk and holds the phone up to her ear.

"Hi this is Ella.." She says normally.

A look of panic flashes over her face and her hand goes up to cover her mouth.

She quickly ends the call and sets down her phone.

The next thing I know she's staring at the phone in her shaking hand with an indescribable fear in her eyes.

"I've gotta go. I need to go now." She whispers getting up from her seat.

I quickly grab hold of her wrist making her turn to face me.

"Ella, what's going on? You can tell me. Please let me help."

She looks in my eyes with a desperate look,

"That was my dad, Harry. He's been in jail for 15 years because he murdered my mom and sister. They said they would cut off all connection I had with him. THE POLICE PROMISED. I'm scared of him, Harry. I never want to see him again."
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