The Moon's True Light

Harry's POV
Why can't I just be seen as a normal boy?
Is this what I will be known for?
It was pouring outside so it was difficult to get to Ella's car.
Once we were both in, she told me something.
"You know I love you. But sadly I also love that idiot. I'm not going to choose between the two of you or something like that. But if he ever insults you like that again, I'm leaving him."
I just silently nodded and let a tear fall down my face.
Ella quickly wiped it away and said.
"Harry, it doesn't matter what the media thinks, or what Robert thinks. It only matters what you think and know about yourself. Don't ever think you're not good enough for those losers. Because Harold Edward Styles is an amazing, kind, and talented person. And don't ever forget that."
I smiled as she started up the car and we drove to the hotel.
The ride to the hotel was quiet, but not awkward.
It was comfortable and relaxing.
the constant pitter-patter of raindrops always against the windshield.
We made an abrupt stop at the hotel.
Ella helped me out of the car.
And soon we were moving inside the building.
And before we knew it the elevator.
And right before I could even blink we were in front of the hotel room.
"BOYS IT'S ARIELLA!!!! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!!" she screamed.
Louis answered the door, and led us in.
"What happened I thought you two were spending the day at Ariela's place?" Louis asked.
"We were but then my boyfriend showed up and decided to be a dick." she quickly responded.
"What did he do?" Louis asked.
Ella looked at me for a moment with sad eyes, but then looked back at Louis and responded.
"Some horrid things I do not wish to discuss at the moment." she responded.
Louis just understandingly nodded.
"Well the other boys aren't here at the moment. So it's just us three." Louis spoke.
"Where are the others?" I ask.
"Zayn and Perrie are on a date; Liam's at the gym; Niall's eating lunch at who knows where." Louis stated simply.
We spent the rest of the day watching movies until I fell asleep with Ella playing with my curls.

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