Not One Alike
Chapter 3
Harry
Ell's outfit
“Where am I?” I heard Ellabree mumble as I sat up. “What are doing here?” she asked in alarm, looking at me. “Hmm, I don’t know, maybe because this is my house!” I laughed to myself as I watch her get out of my bed and start pacing around my room.
“Why were you lying next to me?” “I wanted to make sure you were alright. You looked really sick when you got here.” “What happened?” She was seriously freaking out right now.
Damn, it does not take much to set this girl over the edge. “Well, first, calm down. You got really sick or something, so I took you home and you literally passed out.” I tried to explain, leaving out one important part.
“Oh, well that makes sense. But, what happened to my clothes?”
Shit. Bitch found out. “Umm, well,” I said nervously. “You kind of threw up on your clothes, so I washed them for you. I don’t think they’re dry yet.” Damn Harry, you’re getting good at lying.
I did have to wash them, but for a different reason. Fuck, she looks amazing in underwear. She looked at me like I was a perv. Which I am, but that’s not fair. “Why are you shirtless too?” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Harry! What the hell?
“You threw up on me too, and I was just too lazy to get a new shirt on. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” “Thanks,” she said sarcastically, but I could tell she was trying really hard to not stare at me. Ha. I hope she couldn’t tell I was going through the same struggle with her. Damn, Ell, they don’t make ‘em like those in England. God, I am a perv.
“So,” I said, trying to move along our conversation. “Do you want to borrow any clothes until yours dry? I talked to Joey, and you’re spending the night to make sure you’ll be ok.” “Hmm, I don’t know,” She scoffed.That’s like saying; would you like to be raped by the devil before you burn in hell?” God, she’s a bitch.
I am totally falling for her. Wait, what? Where did that come from, Harry? I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, let’s find you something to wear. You look freezing.” She refused to walk over to me, so I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder to my closet.
“Hey!” She protested, playfully hitting my back, trying to get me to put her down. “Put me down right now, Harry Styles!” “Nope, this is foreplay from the devil rapist.” I grinned at the joke and could feel her relax a little bit as I carried her over to the closet.
“What about this?” I questioned her, pulling out a Pearl Jam muscle tee. She crinkled her nose and shook her head. “Too boyish.” “God dammit woman!” I steamed. \
“Just pick something!” She rolled her eyes as she rummaged through my stuff, picking things out at random and tossing them over her shoulder. “God, you have nothing even remotely fashionable.” “Oh, excuse me for not being a fucking hipster,”
I said, trying to be mean, but it came across as comical. She laughed; a clear sound that made my heart skip a beat. Oh, go fuck yourself, Harry. You don’t like this girl. She especially doesn’t like you.
“Hey, I found something!” she triumphed, holding up a gray Pink Floyd muscle tee. “Umm, isn’t that exactly like the Pearl Jam one?” I asked, confused. “No, this one is more fitted at the waist, see?” she said, showing me the shirt. It’s a shirt; there’s no difference.
Girl logic. Drives me crazy. She quickly grabbed some black sweatpants and a random brush, starting to comb her hair out. “Now,” she started. “Put on a shirt before I make you.” What the hell? “Why would you ‘make me’? Do you find this distracting?”
I struck a ridiculously sexy pose, making her remove her eyes from her hair. She laughed, rather nervously, I think. “No,” She denied. Fucking liar. “Ok, so I’ll stay like this for the rest of today, then. That’s your punishment for trying to boss me around. Now, unless you want some more of this, I suggest you look away,”
I said, starting to take off my skinny jeans, in exchange for some basketball shorts. I could tell that Ell was really resisting the urge to look, and I laughed to myself as I slipped into the shorts, smiling to myself. God, I actually am falling for this Bitch. Damn.
“Ha, go fish!” she shouted triumphantly as I frowned and picked up a card from the deck. We were waiting for the water to boil; Ell was going make pasta. “Ok,” Ell looked over her cards. “Do you have any sixes?” Damn. She’s good at this. “Yeah,” I sulked, throwing 3 of the cards. “How are you so good at this?”
“What?” “Go-Fish. Well, the whole ‘reading minds’ thing.” She looked down uncomfortably. “Well, I'm not so good at ‘reading minds’, but I guess I’m pretty good at telling if people are lying or hiding something. When I was growing up I had to be able to-“ She faltered, and I could that she was about to cry. “What happened?”
I asked, in a way that (I hope) sounded kind, not nosy. “Nothing. Just forget it, Harry,” Ell said, getting out from the chair and walking to the kitchen. “I think the water’s ready.” Bitch!
“You know, I could help you, Ell. If you want to talk about anything, I’ll listen to-” “I said forget about it.” Ell snapped, surprising me. Jesus she’s infuriating. “Fine, then.” I rolled my eyes and moved to the couch, picking up my phone. I had gotten some texts, so I sat down and started to read them.
Lou; 2:12 pm: hey, hows everything w/ ell? U ok?
Nialler; 3:57 pm: If u dont mind, we r going out tnight. tryn to get kenzs mind off ell. hope ells ok, tell her we hope she feels better.
Unknown #; 5:21 pm: umm hey this is Kenzie Lou told me to text you so you have my #
Unknown #; 5:23 pm:i swear to god, you better take good care of ell or i will rip your dick off. if you had one
Fuck, Kenzie’s a bitch.
DJ Mallik; 6:09: hey, everything alright with ell? you guys bang yet? Haha jk bro. hope shes ok
What the hell?
Da Payne; 6:45 pm: Do you want us to come back? I think we were going to hang at Nialler’s for the night. You guys can come if Ell’s feeling any better. I hope she is. Tell her we all wish her love
I read them all, trying to understand them. I mean, I know why Kenzie’s threatening to rip my dick off, and yes, I have one, but why is everyone else wondering about her? I mean, yeah, she’s the Ellabree Kowals, I think we all know that, but we don’t have any personal attachment to her. We fucking just met her. What the hell?
I texted them back, avoiding to mention Ell as much as possible. That was hard, considering all of their messages basically revolved around her.
Lou, DJ Mallick, Nialler, Da Payne, and Bitch (aka Kenzie J); 6:50 pm: Thx for checking up, guys. Ell’s fine, but I think we’re gonna crash here tonight. How bout we meet for lunch at Nandos, bout 1 tomorrow? Have fun going out. Ps Kenz and Zayn go fuck yourself
I smiled to myself as I sent the text, getting up and walking to the kitchen, where Ell was making pasta. Her beautiful blond hair was all up in a braid, all except for one strand, which she would repeatedly tuck behind her ear. It was really cute, the way she would scrunch up her nose whenever it fell into her face. What the hell Harry?
You don’t think she’s cute. She hates your guts. She probably doesn’t care that you took her home and you made sure she was ok. Asshole.
“Harry, could you get some butter for me?” “Yeah,” I said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a stick. Ha, that’s what she said. Damn, I really need to work on not being a perv. I wonder if Ell would like me if I wasn’t one.
I set it down next to Ell, who apparently decided she was on some Food Network show and set up this huge work station and emptied my whole pantry. “God, is this like the Next Iron Chef?” I asked, seeing her giggle and shake her head.
“No, I just thought making a big meal could be my way of saying ‘thank you’. You know, for taking me home, and making sure I was alright.” Yes! I did a mental happy dance as I nodded to Ell. She was graceful! Yay!
“It’s ok. But this is really nice of you, because you were the one that wasn’t feeling well. I should be making something for you.” “Don’t worry about it!” She grinned at me. “Now, let me work in peace. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”
“Ok,” I said, moving towards my room. “Where are you going?” I heard her call to me as I walked away. “Oh, I just need to take care of something. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
She rolled her eyes and turned around as I walked into my room, shutting the door. I desperately needed to think about how I had fucked up with Ell, and I needed to talk it over with someone. I pulled out my phone, deciding who to call.
Why did you do something so horrible, Harry? You are truly are a womanizer.
Ell's outfit
“Where am I?” I heard Ellabree mumble as I sat up. “What are doing here?” she asked in alarm, looking at me. “Hmm, I don’t know, maybe because this is my house!” I laughed to myself as I watch her get out of my bed and start pacing around my room.
“Why were you lying next to me?” “I wanted to make sure you were alright. You looked really sick when you got here.” “What happened?” She was seriously freaking out right now.
Damn, it does not take much to set this girl over the edge. “Well, first, calm down. You got really sick or something, so I took you home and you literally passed out.” I tried to explain, leaving out one important part.
“Oh, well that makes sense. But, what happened to my clothes?”
Shit. Bitch found out. “Umm, well,” I said nervously. “You kind of threw up on your clothes, so I washed them for you. I don’t think they’re dry yet.” Damn Harry, you’re getting good at lying.
I did have to wash them, but for a different reason. Fuck, she looks amazing in underwear. She looked at me like I was a perv. Which I am, but that’s not fair. “Why are you shirtless too?” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Harry! What the hell?
“You threw up on me too, and I was just too lazy to get a new shirt on. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” “Thanks,” she said sarcastically, but I could tell she was trying really hard to not stare at me. Ha. I hope she couldn’t tell I was going through the same struggle with her. Damn, Ell, they don’t make ‘em like those in England. God, I am a perv.
“So,” I said, trying to move along our conversation. “Do you want to borrow any clothes until yours dry? I talked to Joey, and you’re spending the night to make sure you’ll be ok.” “Hmm, I don’t know,” She scoffed.That’s like saying; would you like to be raped by the devil before you burn in hell?” God, she’s a bitch.
I am totally falling for her. Wait, what? Where did that come from, Harry? I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, let’s find you something to wear. You look freezing.” She refused to walk over to me, so I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder to my closet.
“Hey!” She protested, playfully hitting my back, trying to get me to put her down. “Put me down right now, Harry Styles!” “Nope, this is foreplay from the devil rapist.” I grinned at the joke and could feel her relax a little bit as I carried her over to the closet.
“What about this?” I questioned her, pulling out a Pearl Jam muscle tee. She crinkled her nose and shook her head. “Too boyish.” “God dammit woman!” I steamed. \
“Just pick something!” She rolled her eyes as she rummaged through my stuff, picking things out at random and tossing them over her shoulder. “God, you have nothing even remotely fashionable.” “Oh, excuse me for not being a fucking hipster,”
I said, trying to be mean, but it came across as comical. She laughed; a clear sound that made my heart skip a beat. Oh, go fuck yourself, Harry. You don’t like this girl. She especially doesn’t like you.
“Hey, I found something!” she triumphed, holding up a gray Pink Floyd muscle tee. “Umm, isn’t that exactly like the Pearl Jam one?” I asked, confused. “No, this one is more fitted at the waist, see?” she said, showing me the shirt. It’s a shirt; there’s no difference.
Girl logic. Drives me crazy. She quickly grabbed some black sweatpants and a random brush, starting to comb her hair out. “Now,” she started. “Put on a shirt before I make you.” What the hell? “Why would you ‘make me’? Do you find this distracting?”
I struck a ridiculously sexy pose, making her remove her eyes from her hair. She laughed, rather nervously, I think. “No,” She denied. Fucking liar. “Ok, so I’ll stay like this for the rest of today, then. That’s your punishment for trying to boss me around. Now, unless you want some more of this, I suggest you look away,”
I said, starting to take off my skinny jeans, in exchange for some basketball shorts. I could tell that Ell was really resisting the urge to look, and I laughed to myself as I slipped into the shorts, smiling to myself. God, I actually am falling for this Bitch. Damn.
“Ha, go fish!” she shouted triumphantly as I frowned and picked up a card from the deck. We were waiting for the water to boil; Ell was going make pasta. “Ok,” Ell looked over her cards. “Do you have any sixes?” Damn. She’s good at this. “Yeah,” I sulked, throwing 3 of the cards. “How are you so good at this?”
“What?” “Go-Fish. Well, the whole ‘reading minds’ thing.” She looked down uncomfortably. “Well, I'm not so good at ‘reading minds’, but I guess I’m pretty good at telling if people are lying or hiding something. When I was growing up I had to be able to-“ She faltered, and I could that she was about to cry. “What happened?”
I asked, in a way that (I hope) sounded kind, not nosy. “Nothing. Just forget it, Harry,” Ell said, getting out from the chair and walking to the kitchen. “I think the water’s ready.” Bitch!
“You know, I could help you, Ell. If you want to talk about anything, I’ll listen to-” “I said forget about it.” Ell snapped, surprising me. Jesus she’s infuriating. “Fine, then.” I rolled my eyes and moved to the couch, picking up my phone. I had gotten some texts, so I sat down and started to read them.
Lou; 2:12 pm: hey, hows everything w/ ell? U ok?
Nialler; 3:57 pm: If u dont mind, we r going out tnight. tryn to get kenzs mind off ell. hope ells ok, tell her we hope she feels better.
Unknown #; 5:21 pm: umm hey this is Kenzie Lou told me to text you so you have my #
Unknown #; 5:23 pm:i swear to god, you better take good care of ell or i will rip your dick off. if you had one
Fuck, Kenzie’s a bitch.
DJ Mallik; 6:09: hey, everything alright with ell? you guys bang yet? Haha jk bro. hope shes ok
What the hell?
Da Payne; 6:45 pm: Do you want us to come back? I think we were going to hang at Nialler’s for the night. You guys can come if Ell’s feeling any better. I hope she is. Tell her we all wish her love
I read them all, trying to understand them. I mean, I know why Kenzie’s threatening to rip my dick off, and yes, I have one, but why is everyone else wondering about her? I mean, yeah, she’s the Ellabree Kowals, I think we all know that, but we don’t have any personal attachment to her. We fucking just met her. What the hell?
I texted them back, avoiding to mention Ell as much as possible. That was hard, considering all of their messages basically revolved around her.
Lou, DJ Mallick, Nialler, Da Payne, and Bitch (aka Kenzie J); 6:50 pm: Thx for checking up, guys. Ell’s fine, but I think we’re gonna crash here tonight. How bout we meet for lunch at Nandos, bout 1 tomorrow? Have fun going out. Ps Kenz and Zayn go fuck yourself
I smiled to myself as I sent the text, getting up and walking to the kitchen, where Ell was making pasta. Her beautiful blond hair was all up in a braid, all except for one strand, which she would repeatedly tuck behind her ear. It was really cute, the way she would scrunch up her nose whenever it fell into her face. What the hell Harry?
You don’t think she’s cute. She hates your guts. She probably doesn’t care that you took her home and you made sure she was ok. Asshole.
“Harry, could you get some butter for me?” “Yeah,” I said, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a stick. Ha, that’s what she said. Damn, I really need to work on not being a perv. I wonder if Ell would like me if I wasn’t one.
I set it down next to Ell, who apparently decided she was on some Food Network show and set up this huge work station and emptied my whole pantry. “God, is this like the Next Iron Chef?” I asked, seeing her giggle and shake her head.
“No, I just thought making a big meal could be my way of saying ‘thank you’. You know, for taking me home, and making sure I was alright.” Yes! I did a mental happy dance as I nodded to Ell. She was graceful! Yay!
“It’s ok. But this is really nice of you, because you were the one that wasn’t feeling well. I should be making something for you.” “Don’t worry about it!” She grinned at me. “Now, let me work in peace. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”
“Ok,” I said, moving towards my room. “Where are you going?” I heard her call to me as I walked away. “Oh, I just need to take care of something. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
She rolled her eyes and turned around as I walked into my room, shutting the door. I desperately needed to think about how I had fucked up with Ell, and I needed to talk it over with someone. I pulled out my phone, deciding who to call.
Why did you do something so horrible, Harry? You are truly are a womanizer.
Notes
What did Harry do to Ell that makes him so upset? Why are all the boys so worried about her? I think you’ll find out in the next chapter! Oh and I hope you guys put the two and two together and found out what’s so important about Jeffery (aka what happened to him and why Kenzie starts crying when she thinks about him) if you haven’t, that’s ok, I’ll explain later! Oh, and I'm really sorry for the late update, I'm currently working on a new story, so I might post the first chapter to that later this week!
NOOOO!!!!! WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!?!?!
7/14/15