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18

Ellie's P.O.V

Harry didn't explain much but that night, but he did tell me that he broke Drew's nose. I didn't even know he was in the country, let alone the party. 

"He was being a dick and wouldn't let me take you home," he explains.

It's kinda funny. I'm glad that Drew's okay, but that doesn't excuse Harry's violence. 

It seems like he deserved it though.

Harry doesn't even look ashamed, even though he's apologizing. In fact, he seems a little cocky.

"Hey bub, are you apologizing or bragging?" I ask.

"A little bit of both," smirks, flexing his bruised knuckles. 

I grab his hand and start kissing the marks. "You should have at least let him hit you once. A scar would make you sexier."

He looks down at me as I give him the most innocent eyes I can make. 

"Oh baby, I don't think it's possible to be sexier than I already am." 

I laugh and playfully punch him. He pretends to wince and rubs the spot. 

Okay, Mr. Dramatic.

I have never seen Harry angry, and I mean truly angry, but I'm sure it's scary. I've seen his jealous side and I know it'll lead to potential consequences in the future. 

He drags me to a barstool and sits, forcing me to sit on his lap.

Our lips touch and it's electrifying. 

"Hey," he whispers. "It was so fucking hot when you smoked that fucking joint."

I blush, embarrassed he saw that. His green eyes look deeply into mine, and I know then that he wished it was him. 

"What a shame you weren't there," I smirk before connecting our lips again. "Speaking of him..." His body tenses, nervous of what I'm going to say next. "Drew dumped me."

He visibly relaxes. In fact, he starts kissing me harder. "Good, I hated seeing him touch you." He growls between breaths. 

"Your turn to dump yours," I whisper between kisses.

He stops and looks at my face. "Ellie Marsh, are you jealous?" 

I hide my hot face in his shoulder. "If you can be, why can't I?" I mumble.

He looks slightly shocked. "I didn't think you liked me that much," he says super quietly. 

He's crazy. I'm way too smitten for him. 

"Harry Edward Styles, why would you ever think that?" I ask sternly. He shrugs, looking as naive as a small child. 

We really have some insecurities to work out. 

"She's just a really good friend," he says after a long silence. 

I hum and keep my head on his shoulder. 

What's Harry's definition of 'good friend'? 

As if he can read my mind, he adds, "we didn't fuck. I told her about you."

"You don't think she'll tell people?" I ask, looking up at him. He shakes his head, his curls flopping around.

I let out a big yawn. I've been up since early morning and sleep is just hitting me. If Harry wasn't here, I would have taken a nap.

"You tired?" He asks. I nod my head. "Come," he grabs my hand and leads me to my room. 

He lays in the bed and pats the spot next to him. I get in and snuggle closely.