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8

Harry's P.O.V

I cannot believe this is happening. She's actually here. 

I want to kiss her so bad.

"Are you in town for a while?" Ellie asks. Her doe-like eyes stare up at me. 

I nod. "I'm thinking of staying for a little, yeah, if that's okay with you?"

She snorts. "You're your own person. You can do whatever you want." That hurt a little. It still seems like she doesn't care about me much. I think she notices my mood change. "We can hang out some more. I'd love to introduce you to some friends of mine. In fact, I'm going to a party later tonight."

I'm a little hesitant. Although I know Ellie isn't a crazy fan, she could be different. What if she kidnaps me and holds me for ransom? No, she couldn't. 

Well...

I shake that thought out of my head. "Sure, I'm down." 

Her smile reaches her eyes and mine do the same. 

We sit on the park bench for a little longer. She closes her eyes and takes in the noises of calmness. I try to do the same, but all I can do is stare at her lovely face. 

I can't decide how to act around her. I don't want to scare her away, but also don't want to bore her to death. 

We sit for another minute until she breaks the silence. "I don't want people to know we're soulmates." Her voice is quiet.

I hide my emotions quickly. "Why?"

"I'm just not ready to share that yet." 

That response hurts. Why is she trying to hide me?

"Is that why you pretended when I saw you at your work?" I ask, trying not to sound too aggressive.

"Yes," is all she whispers back. I want to ask her about that guy she's with. I need to respect her boundaries. She'll tell me everything with time. 

I decide to lighten the mood a little. "Alright, so sneaking around. Kinky." A faint blush spreads over her cheeks. I cannot believe I have that power over her. 

It makes me wonder if I'm the only one.

At this moment, I know that I'm gonna fight for her, even if it takes some time.

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I pace around my hotel room. This party is starting soon. I'm wearing a casual shirt and jeans. 

I'm so nervous to see her. 

We meet in the hotel lobby. I offered to pick her up at her house, but she refused. 

She's sitting in one of the sofas. She looks so small in the big cushions. 

I take a moment to see what she's wearing. She has a cropped tank top, some black jeans, and a denim button-down on top as a cardigan. Her hair is lightly curled, she's wearing red lipstick. I smirk, knowing that it's going to smudge off by the end of the night.

She sees me and shyly waves. I walk closer and she stands up. Normally I would go in for a hug, but I know it's not a smart move. Instead, I put my arm around her shoulder as we walk out to my car. 

I open the door for her. She rolls her eyes and gets in. I run around the car and get on the other side. I didn't hire a driver today, as I felt this wasn't the right occasion. 

She directs me to the party. During this experience I learned one thing, she's shit at giving directions. The whole right consisted of me making u-turns, emergency merges, and sudden turns.