Elliot's POV

Harry and I have gotten along famously since he came back. Hard to believe that everything happened so quickly but I couldn't be happier. He really is the sweetest person the media doesn't make him out to be.

He's taken me golfing, much to my failed attempts to reject that idea. Once he got me on the course I was quickly retired to golf cart driver. Which was okay with me. I made him go to the zoo, we picked a middle of the week day so he only signed a few autographs and we mainly battled with stay at home moms and daycare children running crazy.

We watched a lot of movies, ate a lot of dinners, its hard to be with someone famous. You think their life is so glamorous and exciting, and it is, at times, Harry knows a lot of people but it's also like living in a glass box. You don't want to go outside and have people yelling questions as to your relationship status all the time, or worry about getting mobbed. I didn't have twitter, but I know what people have been saying about us, people still think I'm this terrible person, we do have a lot of supporters though too.

To be honest, a lot of people still don't know how Harry and I met, if they had any idea I'm sure it would get twisted into a million different versions of what actually happened. Truthfully, I would have done the same thing for anyone. I didn't know that Harry was famous when he wrecked, I was just going to help someone out that looked like he needed assistance.

I haven't told him my secret yet. I don't want to worry him. I know it's not best to keep secrets in a relationship but this one would hurt him. He tries so hard to protect me and he would know that his efforts have failed if he found out. I usually get notes left on my windshield, nothing harmless, just people asking for a Harry follow or something innocent. But then things started to change. I was getting notes telling me I was a bitch, home wrecker, or a gold digger. The most recent one was a picture of me outside of my house. It was terrifying but I kept it hidden from everyone. I don't know why but I didn't want to ruin this high I had with Harry. I kept it all in a box under my bed with a log of when I got each piece. I'm still hoping this is just a obsessed fan who will leave me alone soon.

Never the less, the press has picked up on our relationship. We've never confirmed or denied anything but that doesn't stop people from making opinions. The press has shipped us Ellry. I had to have Harry explain this whole “shipping” phenomenon because I was so confused. It still makes no sense to me.

Harry's 22nd birthday was coming up in just two weeks and I was planning on him having the best day ever. His birthday fell on Super Bowl Sunday but it didn't look as though the Packers would be going so I had plans rolling in my head to make his day extra special.

Today was the wedding Harry had been invited to. I love weddings, just seeing a couple so in love and ready to commit themselves to each other made my heart so joyful. Harry and I had shopped a few days ago and found the perfect gift for them, he had just wanted to give them a gift card or money but I made him search for something to make it special.

I went with my cousin Jazzy, Joe's sister, to find a dress. I had some money to spend, even though Harry insisted I take his card and even slipped it in my purse I didn't use it. I did give in and let him treat Jazzy and myself to dinner after our trip though. I found a beautiful long sleeved navy lace dress that came to my mid thighs. I wasn't big into jewelry so I was just planning on going with my usual diamond stud earrings that I got for my 16th birthday, and top it all of with my go to pair of nude heals.

Joe was once again gone from the house, he was spending more and more time with Rose, confirming my suspicion that something big was going to happen in their relationship soon. Speaking of relationships, Harry was a giant sweat ball next to me. For only sleeping in boxers he probably lost like 10 pounds every night sweating. I felt like I literally had to peel myself away from him.

“What are you doing?” Harry moaned into my back.

“I'm getting up, I've been awake for an hour.” I whisper over my shoulder.

“No.” Harry pulls me closer and settles his head into the crook of my neck. I simply sigh and let out all the breath in my lungs when I formulate a plan. I gently start to turn so I'm laying on my back and see that Harry as peacefully return to his slumber picking up my free arm I start to graze at his chest. Tracing the sparrows and butterfly that have been permanently been marked on him. I see him flicker and his breathing pick up ever so slightly, I know he's awake but pretending to be asleep. I smile to myself and continue the journey my hand had decided.

“Don't start something you can't finish.” He groans.

“Who say's I can't finish it?” I tease. “I did last night.” I remind him of our escapade, we haven't had sex yet, but have done pretty much everything else together. So much for my taking it slow, the more I got of Harry, the more I wanted.

“Oh I remember, it wasn't that long ago.” His eyes still closed and a slight smile making his dimples appear on his face. His dimples that I just can't get enough of. My had snakes random patterns across his chest and sinks lower towards his abdomen. I can see his excitement growing and hear his breath getting just a little bit deeper.

I stop just at his waist band and look at him looking at me.

“What are you doing?” He asks me.

“Just waking you up.” I raise my eyebrows and run my hand across the waistband of his boxers. He has gently mimicked patterns along my back, bringing me closer to his body that just has me transfixed. Just taken my soul.

I gently pull his waistband back and start moving my hand down when Harry grabs my wrist. I look up at him confused. He simply smiles and turns to his back, kisses my hand and lets go, allowing me to continue my journey. I snuggle up close to him and gently tease him as I rub around his upper thighs and just right above his “family jewels”. I know I'm being a major tease when I look up at him and see his head push back into the pillow and see the tension in his closed eyelids.

Just when I'm about to start to stroke him, I whip my hand from him and hop up, jumping over him and landing on the floor of my room. I turn back to him as he props himself up on his elbows and looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Now that you're awake, I'm going to make pancakes!” I shout with my hands in the air as I race out of my room towards the kitchen.

“You're such a tease! I'm going to make you pay for that Elliot!” Harry shouts after me, it was all part of my master plan to get myself out of bed. I roll my eyes, I know I'm in for it now but I mean, sometimes a girl just wants some pancakes.

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After several empty threats were handed to me, Harry departed back to his place to get ready for the wedding. Tonight we were staying at his place so I was going to drive over after I had pretty much gotten ready for the event. All I had to do when I was there was get dressed.

I packed a small bag of things, I already kept a few things over there like a toothbrush, contact solution, deodorant, soap, you get the idea. I had a small bathroom drawer over there just for me. I usually wore Harry's things when I stayed the night but I was starting to get a collection of clothing there as well.

I arrived at his house and let myself in to a house full of music. Harry was always listening to music if he was at home alone. It was always blasting through the house. A quick check revealed he wasn't on the main floor so I headed upstairs, only assuming he was in his bathroom probably singing into his hair brush as I've found him quite a few times.

Walking into the bathroom I see Harry, only wearing his skinny dress pants and right on target, singing “Can't Buy me Love” by The Beatles. I lean against the door jam, laughing as he spins around just jamming out.

He turns around, seeing me instantly drops his brush and I laugh.

“Hi.” He looks embarrassed.

“Hi yourself.” I smile. “You look nice.” I tell him as I hop up on the counter and look at him.

“Thanks, having trouble with my hair, it's getting too long.” He tells me, it actually is getting really long, almost all of it touching his shoulders now, but he really likes it so I can't complain.

“What do you want to do with it?” I ask as I pick up the brush that fell into the sink.

“I just want it up and away from my face. But I can't get it right.” He complains.

“So a sexy man bun?” I ask, I actually think it's quite sexy.

“If you can.” He tells me as he turns around and squats down for me to style it, this is a usual habit for us, Harry's idea of hair being styled is when he puts a hat on it.

I brush it lightly, gathering it together and twisting it to perfection, securing it with a tie and pins. Grabbing the spray I lightly douse his hair with a layer of it and spin him back around.

“All finished.” I tell him as he peeks over my shoulder at himself.

“Thanks babe.” He gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “We'd better get going, we need to be there in an hour, and I've already checked, theirs traffic.” He tells me and I nod in agreement.

Harry moves to the side allowing me to hop off the counter and walk into his room where I laid my dress. I quickly strip my long sleeved t-shirt, getting tangled in the sleeves like I usually do, and my pants. Standing in Harry's room with nothing on but my navy blue underwear, of course I had to match my dress, plus a girl can never be too prepared in case something happens, I feel a little self conscious, my boobs pushed up more then usual and my butt cheeks hanging out with the cut of underwear I chose.

I hear a wolf-whistle and quickly spin on my feet to see Harry looking at me from his closet.

“We should just skip the wedding, I'm sure we can find something else to do with our time.” He strolls over to me with a smokey look in his eyes. I take a deep breath trying not to focus on how he's looking at me. Once he approaches me I can't help but look away slightly.

“Why do you always do that?” He pulls my chin up to meet my face.

“What do you mean?” I try to play dumb.

“I mean, you look fantastic. You should be proud, all those workouts and how beautiful you are just blows people away. Don't hide.” He whispers just inches from my face giving me goosebumps.

All I can do is nod as he inches closer to my face, preparing me for another mouthwatering kiss he's very good at giving. Right as I feel his lips graze mine he pulls away, “Don't want to be late do we?” I open my eyes and give him a look. “What? I mean, we're going to be late Elliot, get dressed.” I simply shake my head, taste of my own medicine I guess.

Harry disappears into his closet and returns with a slightly open button up shirt and a jacket over top with his signature Chelsea boots and straight leg dress pants. I push my curly, blonde hair to the side and ask him to zip my dress up. Thankfully he doesn't tease me this time and zips me up quick. I slip into my heals and grab our skillfully wrapped present as we head out the door to Harry's Rover.

“You look beautiful tonight Elliot.” He smiles at me and I can't help but blush as he intertwines his hands with mine and kisses the back of mine and we drive downtown.

Notes

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