Colorful (H.S) | ✔️

43

Harry being in his downtime is perfect for us. Sure, we had a lot of stuff to do when I first arrived, but these last few days are pure bliss. I barely have any tasks to do. 

"How's my favorite gal?" Niall chirps, barging into my room. 

"Niall," I groan. "How'd you even get in?"

He pulls out a keycard. "Amazing things you can do when you're famous."

I scoff. He's the last person I'd expect to take advantage of his fame. 

"Surprised the lad isn't in here with you. You two are inseparable." He looks around the room and his eyes fixate on my suitcase. "What's this doing out?"

I groan internally, pulling the blankets over my face. "He's in his room if you want to see him," I refer to his first statement.

I feel the bed dip as he takes a seat. "Ellie, are you leaving soon?" He slowly pulls the covers down so my face is revealed. "Does he even know? I thought things were going well."

I sit up, not wanting to answer and face the inevitable truth. "Niall, you can't tell him."

"He doesn't?" 

I shake my head. "Well, I mean my contract is almost up. He just doesn't know what we're doing to do after."

"What are you going to do?" He asks quietly. 

I curse the staff for giving him a key. "I don't know," I whisper, "I just need to go back home. It feels like a lifetime has passed here."

Niall sighs and nods. "I get that. It can be tough being away from your family." He gives me a sad smile. "You have to tell him."

"If I do, he'll come with me. It isn't fair to him to leave his life behind. I don't want that for him. I don't want to hold him back." Before I realize, tears fall down my face. Just talking about being away from him has my heart breaking. Stupid soulmate bond.

Niall reaches over and hands me a tissue. Someone knocks and announces, "Love, I'm coming in."

I quickly wipe my tears and put on a fake smile. Niall stares at me in disbelief, not changing his solemn expression. 

"Oh Niall, didn't know you're here," Harry smiles before looking at both of us. His smile falters when he senses the mood.

"Yeah, some dumb person gave him a keycard," I fake laugh.

Harry's brow furrows, but doesn't push it. I playfully hit Niall's arm, begging him to look happy. He takes my hint and puts on a fake smile.

"Why Harry, are you jealous of me and El's relationship?" Niall jokes.

He seems to be very confused. "Babe, what happened?" 

"Oh, right. Well, I asked a staff perso-" Niall begins.

"Shut up." Harry groans, approaching me. He takes a seat next to me. He pulls my head into his chest, cradling me. "What's wrong?" He whispers in my ear.

"Nothing," I say nonchalantly. "Just tired maybe?"

"You don't cry when you're tired." 

He's right. "Girl problems," I give a wry smile. Niall cringes, but I can tell Harry doesn't believe me.

Right away, he pulls away from the embrace. "Niall, tell me why she's sad."

I shoot him a helpless look, hoping he doesn't admit it.

He makes a 'zipping my mouth shut' gesture. 

Harry threateningly approaches the blond. "Tell. Me."