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26

Harry's P.O.V

I want to ask about her necklace. Something is itching me to. As much as I don't want to intrude, I'm so curious. It doesn't seem like something Audrey would get her. 

I watch her sleep. Her head on my chest, her breathing steady. A literal angel.

I also want to ask what we are. I want to be exclusive, but I can't tell with her. What does she want?  I'm afraid to ask, especially because she might think I'm clingy. I could lose her forever. I need to play it safe. 

I find it so silly that I'm so insecure. I could get literally any girl I want. If Ellie's gone, then I can find another. 

But I don't want that. 

She stirs a little and I can tell she's awake. She mumbles something, but I can't tell what she's saying. 

"Hey baby," I whisper. 

"Hmm," she hums, laying in the same place. 

Just hearing her voice can put me in a good mood. 

I subconsciously reach for her chain and begin to play with it. I do the same with my cross necklace all the time. 

I realize what I'm doing, but I do it anyway. She doesn't stop me.

"It's from my dad," she whispers. I stay silent, not trying to force her to tell me if she's not ready. She continues, "He left when I was young. Around the age of 9. He found his soulmate. It wasn't my mom." Her tears begin to stain my shirt, but I couldn't care less right now. 

Is it bad I'm happy that she's opening up to me? Even if she's sad and miserable?

I stroke her hair as her tears fall. From my experience, it's better to cry sometimes. This is her battle. 

"He made it for me when I was born." She continues. Her wet eyes look up at me. 

I don't know what to say. I never thought something would like this would happen. No one has ever come to me for advice before. Well, not this type of advice anyway. 

"He didn't even give my mom a chance... 10 years of marriage down the drain." 

Fuck. That's so messed up.

"Baby," I whisper. 

She sits up quickly and wipes her tears. "I'm sorry. Ahh, I didn't mean to sound so stupid," She says, trying to dry her face. 

I grab my face and stroke the wetness away with my thumbs. "You're not stupid. Your sadness is normal. It's expected, really."

"Thanks," she says, her nose stuffed up. "I should hate him. He did my mom so wrong. Yet, I can't find myself to."

Understandable. She knows that the soulmate bond is stronger than any other relationship. He didn't have much of a choice. 

I can't sound like an ass and explain to her. It would make me sound so cocky.

"Do you still talk to him?" I ask.

She gives me a small shake of the head. "No. Even though I don't hate him it doesn't mean that I forgive him." 

All I could do is hug her. I pull her in tightly, barely allowing her to breathe. 

Lily barges in right then, but we make no move to separate. She hands her cell to her older sister and says, "Uncle is on the phone."

She leaves the room and Ellie pushes the device to her ear. She fakes a happy voice for her relative.

"Hey Uncle! How are you? Happy new year! Thanks for letting us use your cabin! How is everything there?" She asks animatedly. They talk for a couple of minutes. I mind my own business, looking around her room.