princess |h.s| (#wattys2018)

twelve

Ellie's p.o.v

I wipe the sleep out of my eyes.

"ellie?"

I jump but realize its just the voice of the officer.

"we are here."

quickly I sit up and see a gorgeous tall building with the skyline of San Francisco behind it.

the officer chokes down a laugh next to me and I blush when I realize my mouth is hanging open.

"alright, I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm officer Short. but you can call me Brandon."

I giggle.

"short is an interesting last name for a man whos about 6 foot."

he smiles in agreement.

"I'm going to be the officer patrolling the outside of your place for a few weeks."

I nod looking down, harry isn't a bad man.

why are they making him seem like a bad man?

I sigh making me snap out of my thoughts, I cant be thinking this way.

my hand reaches and touches the cold metal door handle pulling to towards me then stepping out of the car.

"you can go on inside, ive got your stuff."

he tosses me the keys and my breath catches in my throat when they land in my hand.

my mind goes back to when harry first brought me to his house.

the memory replays over in my head and I start to feel light headed.

I hit the cold black concreate causing my hands and knees to be scrapped.

I pull my knees up to my chest and start shaking and crying.

Officer Short rushes over to me and kneels down next to me.

"hey, hey. its okay. I'm here. its okay."

he puts one hand on my knee and the other on my back.

the second he touches me it feels like I can breathe again.

my sobs start to slow down as I watch the fog coming out of his mouth due to it being so cold.

"I-I I'm sorry."

I mumble out.

"don't be."

he reaches out and puts a strand of my long hair behind my ear.

I look up into his eyes, they are so bright and have a glimmer in them.

I wish my eyes glimmered like they use to.

he stands up and sticks out his hand, I grab it and stand up.

once we are in the elevator up to my new place he breaks the silence.

"can I ask you something? you know, about him?"

I furrow my eyebrows.

why would he care?

"sure."

I say hesitantly.

"what made you want to leave him?"

I don't respond.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't hav-"

"he hurt my father, slept with my mother and I finally realized that he was using me."

a weight is lifted off my shoulders.

it feels like venting to a friend not a police officer.

the elevator dings and we both step out walking to the end of the hallway.

I find the door and unlock it slowly opening the door.

"woah."

I step in, this place is much bigger than my old house.

"its pretty late. so, why don't you go to bed and ill bring you some hot cocoa."

I nod and he points up the stairs gesturing to my room.

once cuddled in the warm blankets I hear a knock at my door.

"come in."

Brandon steps in holding a large white mug.

he hands it to me and I quickly take a huge sip.

it burns my mouth a bit but I don't mind.

the hot liquid trails down the back of my throat and I moan a bit.

"this is amazing thank you."

I put the mug on my bedside table.

"I'm going to head out to my car."

"youre going to sleep out there?"

"not sleep, protect you remember."

I giggle remembering the fact that hes an officer.

he grins and stands up and starts to walk out.

"wait. I um would feel safer if you stayed in here."

"oh, uh, okay. ill be in the living room when you wake up. you need to get groceries and legally for the next couple weeks your not allowed to be out in public without me or another officer, so we will do that tomorrow. okay?"

I nod and he smiles and shuts my light off.

"goodnight, ellie."

"goodnight, Brandon."

hes shuts my door and I grin to myself.

my eyes slowly start to feel heavy so I shut them.

my dreams filled with the bright blue eyes of Brandon.

but then they slowly fade into an emerald color, just like harrys.