Ellie's P.O.V

Harry didn't explain much but that night, but he did tell me that he broke Drew's nose. I didn't even know he was in the country, let alone the party. 

"He was being a dick and wouldn't let me take you home," he explains.

It's kinda funny. I'm glad that Drew's okay, but that doesn't excuse Harry's violence. 

It seems like he deserved it though.

Harry doesn't even look ashamed, even though he's apologizing. In fact, he seems a little cocky.

"Hey bub, are you apologizing or bragging?" I ask.

"A little bit of both," smirks, flexing his bruised knuckles. 

I grab his hand and start kissing the marks. "You should have at least let him hit you once. A scar would make you sexier."

He looks down at me as I give him the most innocent eyes I can make. 

"Oh baby, I don't think it's possible to be sexier than I already am." 

I laugh and playfully punch him. He pretends to wince and rubs the spot. 

Okay, Mr. Dramatic.

I have never seen Harry angry, and I mean truly angry, but I'm sure it's scary. I've seen his jealous side and I know it'll lead to potential consequences in the future. 

He drags me to a barstool and sits, forcing me to sit on his lap.

Our lips touch and it's electrifying. 

"Hey," he whispers. "It was so fucking hot when you smoked that fucking joint."

I blush, embarrassed he saw that. His green eyes look deeply into mine, and I know then that he wished it was him. 

"What a shame you weren't there," I smirk before connecting our lips again. "Speaking of him..." His body tenses, nervous of what I'm going to say next. "Drew dumped me."

He visibly relaxes. In fact, he starts kissing me harder. "Good, I hated seeing him touch you." He growls between breaths. 

"Your turn to dump yours," I whisper between kisses.

He stops and looks at my face. "Ellie Marsh, are you jealous?" 

I hide my hot face in his shoulder. "If you can be, why can't I?" I mumble.

He looks slightly shocked. "I didn't think you liked me that much," he says super quietly. 

He's crazy. I'm way too smitten for him. 

"Harry Edward Styles, why would you ever think that?" I ask sternly. He shrugs, looking as naive as a small child. 

We really have some insecurities to work out. 

"She's just a really good friend," he says after a long silence. 

I hum and keep my head on his shoulder. 

What's Harry's definition of 'good friend'? 

As if he can read my mind, he adds, "we didn't fuck. I told her about you."

"You don't think she'll tell people?" I ask, looking up at him. He shakes his head, his curls flopping around.

I let out a big yawn. I've been up since early morning and sleep is just hitting me. If Harry wasn't here, I would have taken a nap.

"You tired?" He asks. I nod my head. "Come," he grabs my hand and leads me to my room. 

He lays in the bed and pats the spot next to him. I get in and snuggle closely.

I expected to do a lot with Harry, but napping wasn't one of them.

I fall asleep, breathing in his musky smell.

~~~

When I wake up, Harry is already up. He's staring at me, like he always does. 

"I've got some bad news," he sighs.

It just keeps coming. 

"I need to go back to England." He looks distressed. "You can come with!"

I shoot down the idea quickly, claiming I need the money and my job. 

"Love, you know I could provide for you..." He says softly.

I smile in reassurance. "I know. I just don't want to rely on anyone. I can't take your money."

He's probably dated a lot of gold diggers because he looks a little shocked at my rejection. 

Part of me considers going with him. I could call off work and see his place.

No, there's no guarantee I'll have a job waiting for me when I get back.

I can tell he's a little irritated. 

"That was a good nap," I say, stretching out. I accidentally nudge his already hard dick. I hide a smile as I look over at him.

"Morning wood?" He smiles. I shake my head. "What do you expect! You slept very close to me."

I laugh it off.

"I feel like you just came and now you're leaving?" I pout. He kisses my forehead.

"I know baby. I'll try to come back soon."

Soon wasn't a definite time.

"I get bored when you're gone," I confess. 

"Just do whatever you did before you met me." 

What did I do? 

Hang with Drew, I guess. That isn't an option anymore.  

"When are you leaving?" I ask, secretly not wanting to know.

"Tomorrow."

Ugh, it's so soon. 

This is one of the reasons I didn't want to even try with Harry. His lifestyle is way too different than mine, I wouldn't be able to catch up. 

"You'll be okay Bubba," he coos, stroking my hair. 

I won't be, but that's fine. Every waking moment, I'll be thinking about him and he'll be in my dreams at night.

You know, I dream about him way too much. Maybe I'm really going insane.

"Ugh!" I groan again, laying down and screaming into my pillow. When I get back up, he greets me with an amused smile. "I'm going to be so bored."

He smiles reassuringly, rubbing my arm.

"Why'd you come back for one day?" 

He shrugs. "Just missed you I guess." 

My jaw drops in surprise. Imagine having the power to just fly to another country because you're missing someone! Who does that?

Rich people, that's who.

What a life they live. Maybe getting entangled with Harry is a good thing.

I immediately make a face. That's wrong. I shouldn't have that gold digger mentality. It's ugly and not me. 

He must know what I'm thinking about because he puts his hand over mine. "You know I trust you, right? I'll always believe your word."

"Would you though?"

He's puzzled at my insecurity. "Why wouldn't I?"

"You've seen how the media twists words. What if someone takes something out of context?"

He chuckles. "Babe, I know what they do. Why would I ever doubt you? I'd just ask you to explain yourself."

I'm shocked by his nonchalance. How can he just trust me blindly?  It's not right, I could totally take advantage of him if I wanted. 

"Trust is the foundation of a relationship," is all he says. I go with it, not wanting to argue or give him any reason to not trust me. Me thinking he's stupid for thinking like that wouldn't end in my favor, and would probably make me suspicious.