The Writer (AU)

Chapter Thirty Three- Not so thankful

Thank you all so much for almost 700 reads, it doesn't seem like a lot, but it is.

I had thanksgiving with my family. #awful.

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Ellie's POV:

There was an understood silence between the two of us as she slowly dabbed at my cheek with a wet rag and I tried not to wince too much. She placed a bottle in my hand and the label read 'Vicodin- take 2 tablets as needed for pain' Taking a glass of water from her hand, I took the two Vicodin and finished the glass of water.

"Ellie," Anne started, breaking the silence.

"I'm fine," I sighed, hoping she'd take my hint that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

"I was gonna say we can get your stuff tomorrow when your dad's at work. You'll be safer living with us anyway and I know Harry will love it." Somehow, she made me crack a smile.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"But you've got the guest bedroom. No canoodling too much."

"Yes ma'am," I laughed and felt a cool ice pack being placed against my torso. Harry and I hadn't canoodled since the first time we did. Could it have really been that long? Damn. It'd been two months since. How the hell had I not realized?

"As for now, you're welcome to go lay down in Harry's room. I know how comforting he can be in hard times," she smiled and pressed a small kiss to my forehead before I stood slowly and made my way up the stairs toward Harry's room. Closing the door behind me and slowly laying down on the bed, I felt a sharp pain in my ribs and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out. It must've been either bruised or fractured. Thank God it was the last day of school before thanksgiving. Two whole weeks of trying to breathe without my chest hurting and trying to make it up the stairs at school holding my torso. Taking off my pants, I tossed them in the floor with a sigh. Rolling on the side that didn't hurt, I buried my head into Harry's pillow, the faint scent of his shampoo filling my nostrils and calming me; finally letting sleep take over.

Harry's POV:

Pulling up in the driveway at Ellie's house, I took a deep breath and got out. Making my way through the cold air and up to the front door, I poked the doorbell a few times and heard her fathers footsteps against the hardwood floor.

"Harry, hey," he smiled as the door opened. "What are you doing back? Does Ellie need something?"

"You're a piece of shit," I spat. "Why the fuck is she bruised and beaten? What the fucks your problem?"

"I need you to calm down." I began to laugh. He hit my baby girl and he's gonna tell me to calm down? No.

"How about I smash your face in just like you tried to do to hers? I'm taking her to hospital when I get home and she's moving in at my house. You're not gonna drunkenly hit her anymore. She deserves better."

"And you think you can give her better?" he laughed, leaning against the door.

"A hell of a lot better than what you're giving her. I actually mean it when I say I love her." His jaw tightened and he clenched his hand into a fist.

"I do love my daughter and she's not coming to live with you. Now get the fuck out of here."

"If you really loved her, she wouldn't look the way she does right now just because you have no self control," I seethed and my blood was probably literally boiling. Watching as his fist collided with my face, I took a step back and charged at him, knocking him down on the hardwood flooring and hearing glass smash everywhere. Getting a few good punches in before he rolled me on my back and started pummeling me, I then kneed him in the balls and could hear his nose crunch under my knuckles.