Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

10

Ellie's P.O.V

I wake up in white silk sheets. For a moment, I'm in heaven. 

Except for these damn jeans. 

Once I realize I'm not in my bed, I shoot up. I look at my surroundings and realize I'm in a hotel room. 

Oh my gosh... what did I do last night?

I panic and find my phone on the bed. During my frantic search, I realize Harry's sleeping on the couch.

Okay, I'm not naked, and Harry isn't even in the same bed as me. I probably didn't have sex... right?

I notice Harry's tall body squeezed onto the couch. Guilt washes over me because I'm the reason he's so cramped. He looks so beautiful. His soft brown curls flop over his eyes. His lips are curved into a smile, as if he's dreaming about something amazing. 

I can't help but smile at his perfect face.

Once I snap out of the trance that is Harry, I check my phone. I have a couple of texts from Drew, mainly asking where I went after the party. 

The party that I can barely remember.

I open up the twitter app and scroll through my feed. Once I'm done, I click on the trending tab.

For some reason, #HarryStyles is #3 on trending. I click on the link and the first thing that pops up is a picture of Harry carrying me into the hotel lobby.

My heart sinks.

My dumb ass decides to keep scrolling. I see all of the tweets from his fans.

Let's just say they're not positive.

My anxiety begins to skyrocket when I see the death threats directed to me, the "mystery girl." I forgot how vicious and mean girls can be online.

I keep reading until my eyes fog up with tears. People are so mean and hurtful. They don't even know the story behind these pictures.

Harry must have woken up during this because he quickly walks over to me. Tears begin trailing down my face as I keep looking at the tweets. 

With his brows furrowed, he grabs my phone out of my hand and sees what has me in such distress. Once he realizes, he puts the phone on the table and gets in the bed with me. 

I can't stop crying. I never liked having attention on me. I didn't even want people to know about Harry and I.

His strong arms wrap around me as he whispers comforting words into my ears. "Shh baby, it's okay. You're okay. They don't mean that stuff."

I know he's right, but I don't know what to think. If this is what a life with Harry is, I don't think I can handle it.

A deep part of me knew Harry was worried. I know he thinks I'm fragile and will break easily. He's not wrong, these few tweets have me in tears.

"I want to go home," I whisper once I'm calmed down. He nods and gets up, giving me his hand. "No, I'm going alone," I add. The disappointment is very visible on his face. 

What else am I supposed to do? If I'm seen with him, people might find more stories to post. I can't risk that.

I don't think I can risk being with Harry. 

He reluctantly puts his hand down and gives me space to get up. Once I'm up, he pulls me into a hug. 

Our last hug.

I squeeze him back, knowing I'm way too comfortable with him. I don't want to let go, but I know I have to. 

He strokes my back, still trying to comfort me.