Dear Elle,

4. Home.

Noah POV

'She's wrecked Noah. Physically. Emotionally. I almost bought a freaking plane ticket to fly out. You're supposed to be looking after her. Get your ass home. Now'

Lee's words kept running over over and over in my head. I had fucked up. I had missed the 'Elle's taking on too much' signs that he kept telling me to look for. I took off when she needed me there the most.

The car sped along the highway as I gripped the steering wheel. I had taken the bus with the team to Dartmouth and was thankful that it was only a two hour drive back to Harvard. The highway was pretty clear for a Friday night or should I say Saturday morning. After a minimal explanation to Coach, I grabbed the keys to my friend's car (due to a late class, he had to drive up....lucky me) and was headed back to Cambridge.

Back to Elle.

I gripped the Audi steering wheel as I felt the night air wrap around. I did my best thinking when I was on my bike, something about driving and the air. The best thing I could do in the car, was put the windows down.

I was glad I was alone because I needed to think. We were both under a lot of stress but we were almost there. I had a hundred ideas running through my head of what to do, how to help, how to make it right, how to make it better....but she needed to talk to me.

My girl was pretty good at keeping things to herself, she hated people feeling sorry for her or feeling like they needed to help her. She only cared about helping others, but when she suppressed it for too long, she would eventually break.

We both needed to slow down. I needed to not be so MIA - no more late nights at the library after a day of work. I wanted us to remember these times together, not talk about how we never saw each because we were so busy. Hell, I can't even remember the last time we had dinner together.

'Shit' I muttered. I needed to fix this. Somehow. I didn't want her to break, especially when she worked so hard to get where she was.

The break was nearing but we needed a break now. High school Elle and Noah would skip classes, make out in unattended rooms, take off as soon as the day way over.

High School Elle and Noah couldn't get enough of each other.

College Elle and Noah were different. We just accepted we were busy.

I ran my hand through my hair as I took the exit, my foot bumping the accelerator to get me home just a bit faster. No one was around.

I know I didn't do so well at Harvard in the beginning. I lagged in my classes, had no friends and still needed to make a presence on the football team....but Elle's first week was totally different. All her professors and coaches loved her, she was breezing through all her classes and my friends adored her. She was showing a confidence that I had never seen before and I was so proud of her, even though I knew it was hard. She missed Lee and her family like crazy and she was constantly texting my Mum.

A smile caught my lips as I remembered her first week at Harvard.

Harvard was bustling with people. It was the first official week of classes and there was everybody, everywhere. The sun was out and the lawns were crowded with groups of people, chilling and working.

We had managed to get a decent spot under one of the trees. Chloe was lounging on the lawn that managed to get a bit of sun. Her sunglasses perched atop of her nose as she read the notes for her next class. The boys were digging into food as I sat down.

'Flynn!' I rolled my eyes as I dropped my bag. Just like High School.

'How was class?' Chloe asked, without looking away from her text. I shrugged. We had a test coming up that I would need to study for. I was able to bounce back from the slump of when I first started, but I couldn't afford my grades to drop again. I tore into the food with the boys and spoke about the upcoming game.