Harry's P.O.V

I want to ask about her necklace. Something is itching me to. As much as I don't want to intrude, I'm so curious. It doesn't seem like something Audrey would get her. 

I watch her sleep. Her head on my chest, her breathing steady. A literal angel.

I also want to ask what we are. I want to be exclusive, but I can't tell with her. What does she want?  I'm afraid to ask, especially because she might think I'm clingy. I could lose her forever. I need to play it safe. 

I find it so silly that I'm so insecure. I could get literally any girl I want. If Ellie's gone, then I can find another. 

But I don't want that. 

She stirs a little and I can tell she's awake. She mumbles something, but I can't tell what she's saying. 

"Hey baby," I whisper. 

"Hmm," she hums, laying in the same place. 

Just hearing her voice can put me in a good mood. 

I subconsciously reach for her chain and begin to play with it. I do the same with my cross necklace all the time. 

I realize what I'm doing, but I do it anyway. She doesn't stop me.

"It's from my dad," she whispers. I stay silent, not trying to force her to tell me if she's not ready. She continues, "He left when I was young. Around the age of 9. He found his soulmate. It wasn't my mom." Her tears begin to stain my shirt, but I couldn't care less right now. 

Is it bad I'm happy that she's opening up to me? Even if she's sad and miserable?

I stroke her hair as her tears fall. From my experience, it's better to cry sometimes. This is her battle. 

"He made it for me when I was born." She continues. Her wet eyes look up at me. 

I don't know what to say. I never thought something would like this would happen. No one has ever come to me for advice before. Well, not this type of advice anyway. 

"He didn't even give my mom a chance... 10 years of marriage down the drain." 

Fuck. That's so messed up.

"Baby," I whisper. 

She sits up quickly and wipes her tears. "I'm sorry. Ahh, I didn't mean to sound so stupid," She says, trying to dry her face. 

I grab my face and stroke the wetness away with my thumbs. "You're not stupid. Your sadness is normal. It's expected, really."

"Thanks," she says, her nose stuffed up. "I should hate him. He did my mom so wrong. Yet, I can't find myself to."

Understandable. She knows that the soulmate bond is stronger than any other relationship. He didn't have much of a choice. 

I can't sound like an ass and explain to her. It would make me sound so cocky.

"Do you still talk to him?" I ask.

She gives me a small shake of the head. "No. Even though I don't hate him it doesn't mean that I forgive him." 

All I could do is hug her. I pull her in tightly, barely allowing her to breathe. 

Lily barges in right then, but we make no move to separate. She hands her cell to her older sister and says, "Uncle is on the phone."

She leaves the room and Ellie pushes the device to her ear. She fakes a happy voice for her relative.

"Hey Uncle! How are you? Happy new year! Thanks for letting us use your cabin! How is everything there?" She asks animatedly. They talk for a couple of minutes. I mind my own business, looking around her room.

Suddenly, her face turns pale as a ghost. "What? But we just saw him! Okay, yeah. Gosh, I'm so sorry." She ends the conversation and drops the phone on the bed.

"What?" I ask, brows furrowed.

"Nothing... it's just... Remember Clyde? The guy who was supposedly my other soulmate? He's...dead."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Fake shock. "Oh wow, I'm sorry." I pull her into another hug, stroking her hair. 

"I'm so shocked? We saw each other a week ago. How..."

"Do you know how he died?" I ask.

She shrugs in my arms. "He said it was a car crash, but whoever hit him is still alive. What the fuck? Oh shit, how am I supposed to tell Lil."

"Hey, relax," I stroke her arms. "You don't have to. She'll never even think twice about him." 

The look of bewilderment on her face makes me regret that statement.

"You're joking, right? You can't be fucking serious." 

Yup, definitely not the right words. 

"I-uh- never had to deal with death before. I'm sorry," I say, lowering my head.

"I think it's best if you leave." 

I can't though. "No. You're grieving and I'm not leaving. You need someone, and if you choose to tell Lily, she will too."

Her frown turns into a slight smile. She connects her lips to mine and I'm taken by surprise. Maybe I did say the right thing. I can never tell with her. 

She begins to kiss me harder. Much harder. 

Someone must grieve differently...

"You're... such... a...good... person..." she gasps between kisses.

Oh babydoll, if you knew what I did, you'd think differently. 

She moves away from my lips and moves to my jaw. She trails wet kisses until she reaches my neck. When she reaches my shoulder, she gently pushes me down on to the bed and straddles me. 

She grabs her long brown hair and moves it to one side of her head. She then kisses me on my chest and trails down to my navel. 

She begins to follow my happy trail. Before she can go any further, I grab her head and pull it back up to my face. She has a small pout, but I can see the confusion in her eyes. 

"No baby, you're hurting. Not now." I explain. She gives me a small nod and flops on the bed next to me. I'm glad she isn't taking my rejection personally. 

God, the things I would do to her. But I know better, she's not in the right headspace, and I can't take advantage of her. 

Ellie's P.O.V

I'm mortified. 

What kind of whore throws herself at her boyfriend after finding out her potential second soulmate just died? 

Harry probably thinks I'm insane. 

Wait... did I say boyfriend? 

Well, it's been a wild day already. Might as well add to the fire.

"Harry," I say, drawing patterns on his arm. "What are we?"

His arm tenses and he turns over to face me. 

It might not have been the right move. 

"What do you want us to be?" He asks, apprehension laced in his voice. 

I don't know what he wants. How can I be so vulnerable to end up in potential rejection?

"Uh... what do you want to be," I give it a shot. 

He makes a face. I knew it wouldn't work.

"I think I want you to come with me. I want you to see the celebrity side of me before you make any decisions." He confesses. 

I'm taken aback by his answer. It wasn't what I was expecting, but I should have seen it coming.  It feels like recently I've been more surprised by his responses. This is the whole reason we were supposed to meet anyway.

"Oh..." I try to hide the disappointment in my voice.

"Don't be like that. It's a great opportunity. If we choose to move things forward with our relationship, you'd have to experience it anyway. I just want to make sure it's what you want." He justifies. It's a good point. I would have to deal with everything he goes through.

"Can I think about it?" I put on my puppy dog eyes. He seems a little annoyed at my hesitation. I just need to figure out if this is the right decision.

"You can be my personal assistant. That way, you're on the inside, but not too close." He wiggles his brows. "It pays well too. That way you don't have to worry about your job and we can be together without anyone getting suspicious." I'm still not sold so he adds, "Who wouldn't want to spend 24/7 with me?"

He's joking, obviously.

The thought of even taking money from Harry disgusts me. 

"It's not me giving you charity. You'd be doing work, but you'll have a lot of help." He explains, as if he can hear my thoughts. "The cheque isn't even from me personally, it'll be from my manager. C'mon love, this is the only way for us to know if we'll work."

The plan sounds solid when he explains it. "Okay... I'll do it."

His whole face lights up. He rolls over on top of me with excitement. He grabs my face and plants kisses all over me.

"You won't regret it I promise."

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