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15

Ellie's P.O.V

Days have passed since that night of pure bliss. I've fallen back into my routine of work.

I haven't been able to see Harry for days, mainly because of my schedule. By the time I'm off work, I'm exhausted. 

We've been texting nonstop since then.

H <3: I'll pick you up from work tonight.

Me: My mom's working tonight.

My heart flutters every time his name pops up on my phone. 

A pair of arms grips my waist and I get a kiss on the cheek. Drew smiles at me and offers help with my section.

I accept his help and we have a harmless conversation.

I try to keep things casual with him, but also not make things suspicious. 

I may or may not have told him I have mono. I lie and say it's from sharing an alcohol bottle at his party. 

You have to admit, it's pretty smart. I just fake a cough once in a while.

When my shift comes to an end, I give Drew a hug goodbye. 

As I'm walking out, I keep my eyes out for that tall and mysterious figure. 

Once we meet, he pulls me into a hug and growls, "I don't like the way he looks at you." I roll my eyes. Of course he doesn't. I just pat him on the butt instead of arguing. 

Once we're to his car, I basically jump him. His windows are super tinted, I don't even think it's legal.

I'm straddling him in the driver's seat. We take turns kissing each other's body. 

When it's my turn, I make sure to grind my hips on him as I kiss him intensely.

He grabs my hips to force them to stop. "It's not funny," he strains. His dick thinks otherwise.

Don't worry, I have full intention to help him out. Of course, he's just going to have to wait. 

He pushes me off of him and tells me to buckle up. He speeds to his hotel and tosses his keys to the valet once we reach. I apologize for his behavior, but am dragged away by Harry, who seems to be in a rush. 

He pushes the elevator call button a million times, as if it's going to make it come faster. 

"Fuck it," he mumbles before yanking me towards to stairs. I yelp in surprise and try to keep up with him.

I'm not about to go up twenty flights of stairs. 

"Harry, I'm not going all the way up there," I say gasping for air after the 5th flight. He seems to realize that it's not ideal. We make it to the elevator on that floor.

Lucky for us, it's empty.

If you watch Grey's Anatomy, you know the best makeout sessions happen in the elevator. Well, they're not wrong.

It's intense until we reach a floor that's before ours. An older woman walks in, and we awkwardly stand in the back of the elevator. 

Harry's basically squirming at this point. 

We finally get to our floor, and we zoom past the old lady. She mumbles something about disrespect, but we're too excited to care.

Harry fumbles with the keycard for a second. The poor dude.

Once we're in, he wastes no time in picking me up. He carries me to the bed. Instead of him being on top, I instruct him to sit. He does as he's told and looks at me in shock when I straddle him, just like in the car.