Midnight Memories

Ella's pov

"...for example, want to do it again?"
I nod.


I stare at Harry's lips as he leans forward, but find my hand on his chest, pushing him back.
"Maybe, you c-could earn a-another..." I gulp, turning away to continue walking.

Harry's pov

i stare as she walks ahead I me.

i jog to catch up and shove my hands into my pockets, awkwardly walking in silence for a bit.
"how about we play a game!" Ella says as I it's the most brilliant thing she's ever thought of.
"alright. You first."

she he thinks for a bit, "favorite color?"
"orange."

"what's yours?" I ask.
"dark blue."

"did you miss us in Cheshire?" She giggles as if it's a joke.
"I did. I actually did think of you, quite a bit." I confess, "why didn't you ever come I for a show? I'd said I'd get you the tickets?"
"school. Work." She kicks a pebble and mumbles the last word, "Blake..."
she clears her throat for her question, "why did you used to wear so many bracelets?"

I look up, hoping the question would fade if I pretend I never heard it.
"beautiful day, but I hear it might rain-"
"Harry."
she grabs my arm and slides back my jacket sleeve and thin bracelets that a few fans gave me.
her fingers run lightly across my wrist and the lines of former slits.
she looks up and hugs me, tightly.

After er a moment of us just standing there, her clinging to my torso, she grabs my hand, folding it with hers and we walk again.
its not the kind of hand hold where you know this is going somewhere, her fingers would be tangled with mine, instead it's like she's holding a doorknob.

"What happened with Blake?" I ask.
she removes her hand from mine and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "the games over."

"but-" rain starts to sprinkle and she starts walking back towards my house.

i catch up and try to change the mood.
into anything, as long as she isn't sad or mad at me.


when we pass an old building I push her into the wall.

"Don't be upset."

Ella's pov

"I'm not upset, I-"
a group of shady looking people pass us, slowly, looking at my now-soaking shirt.
i cling to Harry, not realizing how close we had become.

His perfect eyes look at me with intensity.
"you've grown into a beautiful woman."
i blush and push the wet curls that had fallen in his face and slide them back.
"you didn't turn out so bad yourself."
he pulls my hip closer to him.

he leans to my ear, "I have a secret."
i giggle and pull on his curls to bring him to me, whispering, "me too." And our lips are drawn together, moving in motion.

as we pull apart, I feel a rush of realization, "maybe we should keep our little secret, a secret. And to ourselves, secrets hurt people, Harry. Especially this kind."

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