The Writer (AU)

Chapter Sixteen~ With every step

Song(s) of the Chapter:

Give me Love~ Ed Sheeran

Do I wanna know- Arctic Monkeys

And there's a leeeeetle sexual content in this chapter that is really important to how Ellie grows as a character so, just be forewarned.

Ellie's POV:

After my crying session in the locker room, the rest of the day kept on rolling down hill faster than a car with a brick on the gas pedal. Thankfully Harry had fifth and seventh period with me. His hand was comforting as the last class of the day finally started and I tried to keep from crying. His thumb stroked over the back of my hand as we watched the movie with English subtitles and I leaned my head on his shoulder. Looking down at our hands, I noticed a tattoo on the skin between his thumb and index finger on his left hand. As the final bell dismissed us, I practically sprinted to Harry's car and didn't care who I knocked over. I felt like everything was enclosing on me as I sat down in the passenger seat of Harry's car, putting my feet on the dash and my head between my knees. I felt Harry's hand softly rubbing my back and I just couldn't stop crying.

"Do you want to go home?" Harry asked with such a low tone I almost didn't hear him.

"No," I sighed, wiping at my eyes and shaking my head.

"We can go to mine. My mum won't be home from work until eleven."

"Okay." Feeling the car begin to move, I kept my head between my knees and tried to take as many deep breaths as I could. Finally calming down, we were already in his driveway.

"C'mon," he murmured and tilted his head toward the large house in front of us. Opening my door for me, I almost tackled him and held on with all my might. Finally letting go of him, I gripped his hand tightly as we walked inside and up the staircase. Walking into his room, I didn't even pay attention to how it was decorated, I just plopped down on his bed beside him and practically latched onto him like a lemur. Basking in his scent, I closed my eyes and tried to get as close as I could to him short of just becoming him. That would be totally creepy. He stroked my hair and I realized I didn't have any tears left to cry.

"Sorry," I sighed, sitting up from him, leaving my hands on his torso only to quickly remove them. "Sorry."

"It's okay," he chuckled, running his fingers through his hair. "You can touch me, Ellie."

"Sorry," I blushed. "Sorry for saying sorry so much."

"It's okay," Harry laughed harder.

"Sorry." I couldn't help but laugh with him and sigh at how crazy he must've thought I was.

"It's all good." He brought my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it before holding it to his chest.

"I'm crazy, you'll come to find that out soon enough." Taking my hand from his chest, trying to hide my blush.

"You're not crazy," he shrugged.

"Ellie?" Harry asked, breaking the silence between us.

"Yeah?" I sighed with a small smile, looking at his beautiful, wide, green eyes.

"Are you scared to touch me?" He kept a straight face and I felt like he was delving into my soul as we looked at each other.

"N-no," I lied. How the hell did he know?

"Do I make you feel uncomfortable or anything?"

"No, not at all."

"Then, what's up? I don't want you to ever be afraid to touch me or tell me anything." His voice was comforting and I felt a wave of angst knife through my stomach.I admit, I wanted to touch him, really, I did. I was so scared to. I was terrified of doing something wrong or seeming like I knew more than I led on. I mean, I knew how to kiss and stuff, but when it came to like, sex, I was like Helen Keller. I even got the chills just thinking about the word. My family members are about as affectionate as statues. Yeah, I wasn't used to having to be all lovey-dovey with anyone. Sighing, I held my head in my hands and tried to think of something to say.