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32

Harry's P.O.V

My night was a blur. I remember the boys bursting into the room, yelling at me. Their voices were blurred, mashing up together. I couldn't understand what was going on.

All I heard was Louis telling someone to get Ellie out of here.

Ellie. 

Yet there I lie, half-naked in the bathroom. My dick inside another woman.

I can barely stand up straight. The girl I'm with lowers her dress quickly and runs out of the bathroom. I don't blame her either. Who would want to be with me?

I close my eyes and lie on the floor. A brown shoe lightly kicks me in the side.

"Ouch mate, watch it," I wince. At least that's what I think I said. My voice sounds slurred and my hearing's hazy.

"Get the fuck up you bastard." Someone yells. I want to tell them to shut up. They're so loud. 

I don't realize what I drunkenly did at the moment. The morning after is different.

"Fuck," I whisper as soon as I wake up. I jump out of bed and run across the hall to Ellie's suite. To my disappointment, I see a maid cleaning out the room. "Where's the girl who stayed here?" I panic, asking the maid. She shrugs, not any help.

I may not remember all the details, but I do know I fucked up.

Ignoring my pounding headache, I hastily click the elevator button to go down to the lobby and ask the front desk. It opens slowly and I do the same with the lobby button. 

My body is shaking with anxiety. 

The elevator stops on a floor and the door opens. I groan, in a rush to get to the lobby. 

She walks in, but doesn't notice me, she's looking at her phone. 

I hug her. "Oh thank God, I thought you left." She stays limp in my arms. I pull away to see her blank face. "W-what?"

"Why shouldn't I?" She asks in monotone. Her face is stone cold and her eyes aren't as bright as they used to be. I'm a little frightened at her hard exterior.

We stay in silence for a minute, I'm in shock. I have never seen her like this before.

"What's your coffee order? I forgot Mr.Styles." Her change of topic gives me whiplash. She looks through me like I'm a ghost. 

"Ellie, what are you talking about?" I want to scream, to snap her out of it. 

"I signed a contract and I intend to follow through. What's your coffee order? I'll write it down."

I back away from her. Who is this? Why is she acting like a robot?

The elevator finally reaches the lobby. 

"Why is your room cleared out?" I ask, ignoring her coffee question.

She has no emotions in her face. "I thought it wouldn't be appropriate to be across the hallway from you, especially when you have access now. I think it's better for an assistant like me to sleep in a standard room." She walks into the lobby and I trail behind her. She doesn't stop walking.

I grab her wrist to stop her. "Ellie, why are you doing this?" I whisper harshly, trying not to cause a scene.

"You know, I really thought soulmates were a done deal. I thought that we were tied together for life, but you proved me wrong Mr. Styles." For a moment, her voice quivers. Then, the sliver of emotion is gone.