Stay High (Harry Styles Fanfic, possibly british 2)

Sunlight

•Ella's Pov •

I woke up to the sun peeping through the blinds. It was beautiful really, the way the sunlight was so bright and yellow against the shiny wood floor. Just seeing something so bright and positive made me feel happy.

I shifted on my side and accidentally elbowed someone in the stomach.

I completely forgot I was at Harrys flat. Holy sh*t balls I hope we didn't do anything.

He let out a loud groan as he jerked his hand to where he'd been assaulted. "Why did you hit me?" He rasped out, eyes squinted, and eyebrows furrowed.

"Im sorry, I didn't mean to." I tried to hold in a laugh "we didn't do anything did we, I didn't get drunk did I." I spoke through my hand to keep my morning breath to myself.

"No sweet, we watched napoleon dynamite and fell asleep. By the way, that is the worst movie I've ever seen." his voice was deep

"No it's not!" I slapped his chest " you just have to watch it more than once to get all of the hidden humor."

He smiled as he gathered himself off of the couch.

His thin blue t-shirt was the perfect size on his tan toned body. His sweatpants hung low on his hips revealing the top of his boxer briefs.

As I stared I remembered what had been said last night. I know we haven't defined any sort of relationship or anything, but I'm pretty sure we're on good terms, more than just friends.

He caught me staring and I quickly diverted my eyes, my face flushing.

"Don't be embarrassed."

"I didn't mean to stare, I was thinking." i admitted

"What about." he said as poured tea into a white mug.

"Nothing."

"No, what were you thinking about."

"Just, are we friends, or are we friends with benefits? Where does this 'relationship' stand."

"It's a little early for this don't you think?" There goes his mood

"I know you may not want to talk about it now, but if I recall correctly you told me last night you never wanted us to be apart again." I sighed

"I don't, I'm sorry if I seemed agitated a moment ago, I just don't want to rush anything." he sat down next to me and handed me a cup full of tea.

"White? How did you remember this is my favorite?"

He shrugged and tried to conceal a grin. I can honestly tell he's trying, he is trying to be better.

"Truth is I remember everything you ever told me about yourself, I still have every picture we ever took, and every letter we wrote each other back before we broke up. Ella I was so hurt when you left me, I became the opposite of the person I wanted to be. Now I'm trying to get back to being my old self, no matter how much I deny it in my mind I know I need help to get back on track. Why am I telling you this." He ran a hand through his curls and set his mug on the coffee table in front of us.

"Your telling me because your strong enough to know you need help. Your a good person harry, you don't deserve depression, or the pills you have to take to keep your bi-polarity under control. I only wish I had never left you in the first place, it didn't do anything good for either of us. I know the band broke up. And sorry doesn't even begin to explain what I feel for being the cause of that. Millions of girls were let down because of me. You were let down because of me. I know this doesn't fix anything, but I'm sorry."