Harry's P.O.V

I cannot believe this is happening. She's actually here. 

I want to kiss her so bad.

"Are you in town for a while?" Ellie asks. Her doe-like eyes stare up at me. 

I nod. "I'm thinking of staying for a little, yeah, if that's okay with you?"

She snorts. "You're your own person. You can do whatever you want." That hurt a little. It still seems like she doesn't care about me much. I think she notices my mood change. "We can hang out some more. I'd love to introduce you to some friends of mine. In fact, I'm going to a party later tonight."

I'm a little hesitant. Although I know Ellie isn't a crazy fan, she could be different. What if she kidnaps me and holds me for ransom? No, she couldn't. 

Well...

I shake that thought out of my head. "Sure, I'm down." 

Her smile reaches her eyes and mine do the same. 

We sit on the park bench for a little longer. She closes her eyes and takes in the noises of calmness. I try to do the same, but all I can do is stare at her lovely face. 

I can't decide how to act around her. I don't want to scare her away, but also don't want to bore her to death. 

We sit for another minute until she breaks the silence. "I don't want people to know we're soulmates." Her voice is quiet.

I hide my emotions quickly. "Why?"

"I'm just not ready to share that yet." 

That response hurts. Why is she trying to hide me?

"Is that why you pretended when I saw you at your work?" I ask, trying not to sound too aggressive.

"Yes," is all she whispers back. I want to ask her about that guy she's with. I need to respect her boundaries. She'll tell me everything with time. 

I decide to lighten the mood a little. "Alright, so sneaking around. Kinky." A faint blush spreads over her cheeks. I cannot believe I have that power over her. 

It makes me wonder if I'm the only one.

At this moment, I know that I'm gonna fight for her, even if it takes some time.

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I pace around my hotel room. This party is starting soon. I'm wearing a casual shirt and jeans. 

I'm so nervous to see her. 

We meet in the hotel lobby. I offered to pick her up at her house, but she refused. 

She's sitting in one of the sofas. She looks so small in the big cushions. 

I take a moment to see what she's wearing. She has a cropped tank top, some black jeans, and a denim button-down on top as a cardigan. Her hair is lightly curled, she's wearing red lipstick. I smirk, knowing that it's going to smudge off by the end of the night.

She sees me and shyly waves. I walk closer and she stands up. Normally I would go in for a hug, but I know it's not a smart move. Instead, I put my arm around her shoulder as we walk out to my car. 

I open the door for her. She rolls her eyes and gets in. I run around the car and get on the other side. I didn't hire a driver today, as I felt this wasn't the right occasion. 

She directs me to the party. During this experience I learned one thing, she's shit at giving directions. The whole right consisted of me making u-turns, emergency merges, and sudden turns. 

At least we had a laugh about that.

We pull up to this isolated house. My fears start creeping up, but they're soon dismissed by the thumping music. Cars are lined up outside and groups of people are scattered throughout the house. 

Okay, this looks like a rager.

We both get out of the car and walk towards the house. We're standing next to each other, our hands are inches apart. She doesn't grab my hand as we walk. A little disappointing. 

I open the door and let her go in first. I stay close behind her. 

"Hey, love, whose party is this anyway?" I yell over the thumping bass.

"Drew. You met him a while ago. He works with me!" She yells back.

My heart drops. Of course. He's going to be here. 

A blond jumps in front of Ellie and they hug tightly. I scrunch my face, trying to remember where I've seen this girl. 

Oh my gosh, it's the girl from the mall department store. Ms. Creepy.

"Audrey, this is Harry as you may know. It's a long story." Ellie says. I'm getting more used to the volume of the music. 

The blond nods her head at me and then proceeds to look at her friend again. "Drew's in the kitchen. He's waiting for you." She informs her.

Damnit, I was hoping that wouldn't happen.

She thanks her friend and looks to me. "I'm going to be back." 

I nod and she's on her way, leaving me with her friend. She wastes no time in asking questions. 

"So, how do you know Ellie? I mean a big celebrity like you hanging out with a small-town girl like her? It doesn't add up." She questions me.

I smile, trying to think of a cover story.

"We met at her job actually." That's all I say on that matter.

She continues, "I'm her best friend, Audrey. We've been friends for a while."

If she's going to be blunt, so will I. "So, what's the deal with her and this Drew guy?"

"No idea. They're dating I guess. She calls him her work boyfriend. Things have gotten serious between them for the past couple of weeks. 

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have asked.

Ellie's P.O.V

I'm searching through the crowds for Drew. I find him in the kitchen, just like Audrey had said. He spots me and makes his way over. We hug, but he goes in for a kiss. I allow a quick peck, but nothing more. 

He seems a little distraught but lets it go by offering me a drink.

"Oh, can I actually have 2? I brought a guest." I request. He doesn't hesitate to pour another cup.

I thank him and walk back to where I left Harry. My heart sinks when he's not there anymore. 

It's going to be hard to find him. 

As I'm searching, I take sips of my drink. I'm a lightweight, so I begin to feel a little tipsy. 

After I finish my drink, I find him sitting on a couch in the living room. He looks highly uncomfortable, and it seems Audrey is grilling him.

He gets up when he sees me and makes his way over. I hand him his cup and he graciously takes it and drinks it in one gulp. 

I guess my jaw dropped to the floor because he then proceeds to grab my chin and shut my mouth.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He chuckles.

He grabs my hand and I stumble behind him as he leads me back to the couch. Audrey gets up from her spot so I'm not forced to sit in Harry's lap.

She then begins to bring us more and more drinks. I don't know what game she's playing, but she's sure determined to get me drunk. 

Once I'm drunk enough, I go to the dance floor and begin dancing. Part of me hoped Harry would follow, but he stays planted on the couch.

I feel a hard body begin to grind against me. I look up and see Drew swaying his hips with mine. I smile and continue to dance in a drunken haze. 

I look over and Harry's dark orbs are burning into my skin. He doesn't get up, but he radiates jealousy. 

Of course, I feel guilty. I'm too drunk to care. If he wants to come up here, he can. 

I'm ain't changing for no man. 

I get hot and sweaty quickly and decide I need a drink. I head to the kitchen to choose a drink. All of them look appealing, and I have a hard time deciding.

I choose a spiked lemonade and fill my cup. I turn around to go back to the party and I slam into Harry. He grips my arms and slowly backs me into a wall.

Oh my gosh, this is hot.

We're both looking deeply into each other's eye, me waiting for him to make the next move. He grabs my cup out of my hand and chugs it down without breaking eye contact. He crumbles the cup and throws it on the ground. 

His lips near my neck. My heart is beating so fast, but I can't move. I'm frozen, partly out of fear.

He stops at my ear and whispers, "don't dance with other guys."

For a moment, I'm snapped out of my paralysis and argue, "I-if you wanted to dance you could have come." My voice is slightly slurred.

I see his lips turn to a smirk. He then proceeds to move his lips to my neck and plants soft kisses. I moan and I feel his smile on my neck. 

"Harry... I don't want people to see." I complain.

He pulls away, and just as he does, a random walks through the kitchen to grab a drink. 

He knows I'm right. There are too many people walking through to not get noticed. I doubt they care, but word spreads around quickly. 

I pull his arm back to the dance floor. He doesn't move past the sofa, implying he wouldn't dance. I'm a little hurt, but the drunkness covers it quickly. 

Drew sees me walking back and offers his hand. I graciously take it while looking back at Harry. 

I don't know if it's the drunkness or adrenaline, but it's my new mission to make Harry jealous. 

It's fun!

I grind on Drew and he laughs at my bold attempts. 

Part of me is glad that Harry isn't with me. I don't know if I would actually be able to dance with him. 

I watch as he takes a seat on the couch again, but with another cup in his hand. He doesn't drink this in one sip this time. Instead, he holds onto it and takes smaller sips. 

He and Audrey spark up a small conversation. His jealous gaze is still directed at me, but he seems to be smiling at her. 

Now it's my turn to be jealous. 

The next thing I see is Audrey come up with us and start dancing. I begin grinding on her instead, hopefully not making Harry too angry.

The night is filled with shits and giggles. 

At some point in the night, I decide to get up on a table and start dancing with Audrey right beside me. I take off my cardigan and toss it like a stripper might. Everyone begins cheering, Drew being the loudest. 

Harry must have realized what I was starting to do because the next thing I know he pulls me off the table. 

"Harryyyyyyyyy...." I slur, "nice of you to join the party."

He doesn't seem to be in a good mood because he doesn't laugh. He leads me out into the backyard, and walks past the pool. 

"I wanna swim," I whine. He doesn't listen and keeps walking. I keep tripping over my feet. He stops abruptly and I bump into him.

He doesn't turn around and my patience is growing thin. 

"Listen buddy, you can't do this. You can't be mad that I didn't dance with you and then didn't want to dance. You drank my drink and I'm so thirsty, it's not fair. You didn't even let me have fun and then you dragged me to the middle of nowhere and now I'm freezing. I don't know what your problem is but you don't have to poop on my party." Tears begin to fill my eyes. I guess I'm at that stage of my drunkness.

He turns around, laughing. He then proceeds to hold my face and leans in. I close my eyes as his lips touch mine. Doing so made the tears actually fall down my eyes. He notices immediately and stops. I open my eyes to see his dark eyes peering at me with a frown.

"I-I'm so sorry. Please don't cry." He begs. He then proceeds to take off his button-down shirt and lets me put it on.  He hugs me for extra body heat.

My shivering momentarily stops. I take the opportunity to trace my hands over his chest and stomach. 

He lets go of my body and grabs my wandering hands. "Don't start something you can't finish." He warns. His eyes turn dark and I nod. 

With my hands being in his grips, I lean in closer to him. He meets me halfway and begins kissing me. 

I have never felt anything like this with Drew.