9. december 31, 2018 - january 1, 2019

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"Ten minutes until midnight, baby..." Danny slurred, slightly tipsy as he kissed Elle's neck, causing her to moan slightly. He held her bottom as they made out on her bed, both intoxicated, but Elle much further gone.

Harry stood from his spot on the sofa with Melissa to use the restroom, walking to the downstairs powder room. Much to his dismay, someone was in there so he sighed and thought about the bathroom upstairs.

Danny continued to kiss Elle, laying her down onto the bed. He ran his hands up her legs and began to push her dress up, "Danny, no, no..." she trailed off.

"Oh come on baby, you've been acting slutty all night, I know you want me," he whispered, pushing her panties to the side.

Harry quickly used the restroom, washing his hands after and rubbing his eyes in the mirror. He knew he was drunk, but he needed it tonight in order to put up with Melissa.

As he exited the bathroom, he ran into Danny, storming out of Elle's room.

"Fucking tease!"

Danny pounded down the stairs before exiting the front door and slamming it behind him. Harry quickly went into Elle's room to see her sitting up on the bed, pushing her hair out of her face.

Harry sat beside her, "Hey, hey, what happened angel, are you-"

"Don't call me that!" She snapped, words slightly slurred.

Harry froze, remembering that as her father's nickname for her. He took Elle's hand, "What happened? Are you okay?"

She shrugged lazily, "Danny tried to fuck me and I wouldn't let him, so I guess we're over or whatever..."

Harry had never heard Elle use such profanity before, but he ignored it and gently pet her hair, "Well that guy's a dick, you don't owe him anything."

"Yeah that's why I kicked him out," she said with a small snort. Harry smiled, knowing this was the real and honest Elle.

Her mascara was smiled slightly smudged under her blue eyes and the liquor brought a natural redness to her cheeks. Her room was lit only by the light of the lamp on her nightstand and the moon.

Harry couldn't deny how beautiful she looked sitting there. He cleared his throat, "Is everything okay now? Do you need anything?"

She shook her head, "It's almost midnight."

He nodded, "That it is."

Elle turned her head to look at the handsome man, "Shouldn't you go down there and be with Melissa or something?"

Harry drunkenly shrugged, "I should, shouldn't I?"

She just looked at him and he bit his lip, "Is it wrong that I don't want to though?"

They could hear the crowd of people downstairs chanting with the countdown clock, "Five!...Four!...Three!...Two!...One!"

As everyone cheered, Elle followed her intuition and wrapped a hand over the back of Harry's neck, pressing her soft pink lips against his.

She felt his curls against her finger tips and placed her other hand on his cheek. His hand felt it's way around her waist for one sensational moment before he pushed her away.

"No, no, no, Elle we can't do this, no, you're drunk and it isn't — it isn't right!"

She stared at his face, eyes heavy, before standing up, "So you're just going to leave me too, right?"

He tried to speak but she was already out of the room. He was left sitting on her bed, surrounded by little reminders of her. He spotted the pink football he got her when they were little in the corner and his heart felt heavy.

All he ever wanted to do was give her everything she wanted. Now the one thing she wanted to take for herself, he denied her of.

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