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*Bonus: The Aftermath - Ellie

Hello, hello :) 

I decided to write some bonus scenes because I was bored. In honor of getting 1K views on this poorly written story, here's the scene set the day after the last chapter (but pre-epilogue). Enjoy and look out for more! 

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I'm fine. Everything's fine. I'm totally not hyperventilating in bed, in a burrito of silk sheets and self-pity.

Everything's totally fine.

It's the morning after Harry's new music video was published. Last night, I was on an adrenaline high. Not only was it the sweetest and most shocking thing I'd ever seen, but it was probably the craziest thing too.

I wasn't mad. In fact, I was so grateful that he decided to rip the bandaid off. So grateful that I definitely showed him last night.

And now, I'm lying in bed with an ache not only between my legs, but in my skull as well.

Last night, I didn't think about the consequences. Last night, Harry took my phone away from me.

This morning, I have to face reality.

A groan leaves my lips as I stretch and feel around for my phone. My hand is only met with the smooth silk. I prop myself onto my elbows, the blanket pooling around my waist, and look around the room. It's messy, but my phone isn't in sight.

Ugh.

"Good morning, beautiful," Harry smiles as he walks back into the room holding a steaming mug. I silently pray it's coffee. I'm still not a huge fan of tea and coffee's probably the only thing that's going to ease the dull ache behind my temples.

I hold out my hands and take the mug from him. He steals a kiss on my forehead before settling near my sprawled-out legs. His large hand rubs my calves from over the blanket.

"How are you feeling?" he gently asks. It's like he knows I'm about to crash and burn in my own subconscious.

He isn't wrong.

I shrug and wait for the burn sliding down my throat to clear before answering. "I'm feeling like this was a mistake."

He looks absolutely crestfallen.

"No," I say quickly, using my free hand to put over his knee. "No, not that. Not you. I'm glad we told everyone."

His features school into relief. "Then what's the problem?"

I groan again and set the mug on the bedside table before reassuming my burrito position. Normally I'd hide behind a facade of confidence. I'd pretend that I'm fine when I'm really not. However, that always hurts me more.

I need to be more open, especially with Harry. I'm officially done hiding my feelings. Pure transparency from here on out.

"I'm scared." My voice comes out muffled against the pillows.

"El." Harry lays down next to me, over the blankets because I'm hogging them all. His hand skims the general area of where my shoulder should be. I can't look at him so I keep my face buried in the pillow. "Look at me," he orders gently.

I sigh and do as he says.

"Did I force this on you? Was it too soon? I thought you were ready."

"I am ready," I say as I squirm toward him as much as I can. "I'm just nervous. Everyone's going to hate me."

"Not everyone," he immediately says, but even I can hear the wariness in his tone.

"Harry, I've seen your fans. I've witnessed them. They can be so ruthless when it comes to your girlfriends."