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6

Ellie's P.O.V

"Hello love," a silky British voice greets me.

And just like that, I'm about to pass out. A pair of strong arms catch me before I can hit the ground. Unfortunately, I don't lose consciousness.

"Hey dude, uh what are you doing?" A voice above my head raises his concern. To my disappointment, Drew is the one who caught me. 

Wait, did I just say I'm disappointed? 

A part of me stares in awe at the beautiful man in front of me. My soulmate.

Holy shit, what is he doing here?

I bounce up quickly when I realize my worlds are colliding, almost hitting Drew's nose in the process. He stealthily dodges my head.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" Drew asks with a worried face. I have to think quickly.

"Hi, oh my gosh! Harry Styles? What in the world are you doing here?" 

I pretend to act like a fangirl. I even dramatically widen my eyes and make my voice super pitchy. 

I know exactly why he was here. "Babe, this is Harry! The dude who was in One Direction before they broke up! Remember I said Lily and I went to his concert?"

Drew looks a tad bit confused. "I didn't realize you liked him that much?"

"Haha of course! Why else would I go to his concert?"

Drew and Harry shake hands once I'm stable enough on my feet.

"Hey dude, I'm Drew."

"Hi mate, I'm Harry..." he gestures to me. "As you already know." His cheeky smile covers his whole face, but I see his eyes wander to where Drew is gripping my waist.

I don't need this today.

My manager calls Drew to the back. He pats my shoulders and gives me a lingering look before following her voice.

Just me and Harry. Yep. This is awkward.

"Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" Harry's tall figure stares down at me.

If I don't tell him my name, it'll be harder for him to find me again. But, he knows where I work now. Before I can figure out how to play this out, he sees my nametag.

"Ellie. That's a cute name." His eyes reach mine again. He's smiling, I'm not.

I'm pretty stuck to the fact that we would never work as a couple, and that I can't have anyone expose that he's my soulmate.

"What brings you here Mr. Styles," I ask in my curtest voice. He looks taken aback by my harsh tone. For a minute, I soften. Just for a moment.

"You know why I'm here," he responds, no longer sounding playful.

I immediately indicate for him to talk quieter. "Okay, well I can't have this discussion at work. I'm super busy right now. Come back another time," I whisper and gesture to the giant pile of laundry I have to fold and stack.

It's not like he can't find me again. He knows where I work for fuck's sake!

"Oh, no no no. I can't do that. I'll wait until your shift is over." He grabs my hand, but I quickly pull it away.

I weakly nod. He's stubborn, and a part of me doesn't want to argue.

I watch him walk near the exit, find a really cool jacket, buy it, and then leave.

Now we wait for this shift to end.

~~~

"Aye, don't forget about me, love," a sweet voice calls out as I walk out of my job.

Harry. 

It's not like I forgot about him. It's physically impossible for me. I give a sickly sweet smile to him. "I can't believe you waited. What do you want?" I keep my tone as flat as possible. I don't want him to get the impression that I'm happy seeing him. 

I'm hurting him, I see it on his face. I feel awful, but I can't stop.

"Hey, you know why I'm here." He comes up to me and grabs both of my hands. We're close. I can feel his breath. He smells like spearmint and a hint of woods. His eyes are closed but our foreheads are touching. We stand there for a minute, basking in each other's company.

As soon as I realize what's going on, I pull away. This isn't fair to me or him. Little dimples form on his cheeks, but from frowning.

"I-I can't. I'm sorry. It would be better if you just left me alone," I whisper. I turn back and run as fast as I can.

Tears form in my eyes, but I brush them away. I run as fast as I can, away from him. Before I know it, my house comes into view. Before getting inside, I compose myself. I don't want to raise suspicion.

Taking several deep breaths, I plaster a fake smile on and open the door. 

Harry's P.O.V

She ran again and I didn't stop her. For the second fucking time.

I'm sitting here useless instead of chasing after her. It's clear that she doesn't want to be near me.

I have to say, I'm a little shocked. Who wouldn't want to be with me? I'm Harry fucking Styles. Girls would kill for me to even look their way.

Of course, I had to have the one girl who couldn't give less of a shit about me. 

I had heard of soulmates getting rejected, but never witnessed one.

I don't know what to do. I couldn't force her to be in a relationship. She clearly didn't want that.

At that moment, I decide I'll continue my tour. It would be easier to move on with a distraction. Hundreds of cities, hundreds of other women.

I don't need a certain girl in my life to make me happy. She may be my soulmate, but we're strangers. I've gone my whole life without her, what's a few more years?

I call my manager and inform him about my decision. He's quite confused as to why I stuck around in Florida for so long, but relieved that I'm finally ready to continue. 

Time flew. By the end of the day, I was on a plane to Europe. My tour was continuing there. It was the smarter choice. 

It doesn't feel smart. Everywhere I go, I'm not happy. It was the same as before I saw her. However, this time I don't have hope. She rejected me. That hurt.

Nights start blending into each other. I perform and then go back to my hotel. Drink until I pass out. Not much after that. The same old routine every day.

I thought I could be happy. Truly. I figured that maybe being rejected was good. My lifestyle was crazy anyway. We'd barely see each other. Besides, I can't be easily tied down. I am not a one-woman man.

Maybe for her, I could be. 

I still cannot believe she rejected me. Me! Out of all people! I'm one of the most handsome men out there. Sure, I was outvoted Sexiest Heartthrob, but that vlogger definitely won based on fan base and not looks.

My manager knew something was up. He probably knew it didn't work out with me and Ellie. I didn't talk much about her. I don't even know if he knew that I met her. Whatever it may be, I'm moving on. It's time to focus on the future.

Even if that involves heavy drinking.