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*El’s P.O.V*

I had been looking for (Y/N) the entire night and I couldn’t seem to find her anywhere, downing another shot, I walked around the house again. Dani had gone upstairs with Liam, surprise surprise, so I had no one to talk to.

“(Y/N)!?” I yell, hoping she’d hear me and come to my rescue, but as of yet I’ve had no luck. I walk outside into the garden, needing some fresh air as the alcohol was taking effect. In my hurry I hadn’t realised that there was someone else outside, they were smoking, I hated the smell of smoke, it was revolting.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Miss Cadler.” I heard the stranger say, I’d know that voice anywhere, it was Louis. I turned around to face him; he was holding the cigarette between his lips, blowing the smoke in my direction.

“Could you please stop that?” I say sternly.

“Aw, there’s no need to be rude.” He says smugly.

“Well, considering what happened between us, I have an excellent reason to be rude.” I snap at him, my gaze meeting his.

“If you remember, you had just as much involvement as me.” He smirks, once again bringing the cigarette up to his lips.

“That’s the thing. I don’t remember. I was drunk and you took advantage of me. You’re a prick, just like all your friends. You fuck people’s heads up, and now Harry is fucking up (Y/N)’s too.” I spit and he simply smirks.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember it, don’t worry, love. From the sounds you were making that night, let me assure you, you enjoyed yourself.” He says with a smirk spread across his lips as he put his cigarette out and walks indoors, god forbid anyone would find out about that night.

*End of El’s P.O.V*

You and Harry had just been silently looking at each other for what seemed like forever. It wasn’t an awkward silence like usual, it was a comforting one.

“(Y/N), I really am sorry.” Harry murmurs, looking into your eyes.

“Harry… Don’t.” You whisper, your gaze falling from his. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say, especially in your state.

“No, (Y/N), I need to say this. I honestly don’t care anymore. I like you, (Y/N). Okay? I’ve liked you since I met you. I like your feistiness and you honesty, I like how you are one of the only people who will stand up to me. I like how, even after you hear all those things about me, hear all about everything I’ve done, you still get to know me. I like how you gave me a second chance, a second chance to prove to you that I’m worthy to be in your life. You have no idea how thankful I am for that chance. I have no idea what has come over me, I never thought I’d be the guy that wanted to settle down with one girl, to have one of those relationships that people envy, but that’s all I can think about now. That’s all I want, with you. I know I’m a fuck up, I made your life hell, but you have no idea how hard I’ve been trying. I don’t care anymore, I don’t care if people take the piss, and I don’t care if no one approves of me. I don’t care, as long as I have you.” He says, his voice quieting at the end. He hopefully looks up, waiting for you to say something. You stay quiet, in shock from what had just happened. No, no, no. This can’t be happening, this can’t be. You need to get over him, you can’t fall.

“Harry…” You whisper, not wanting to look into his eyes.

“Please, please, tell me you feel the same way.” He begs, his voice strained.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, turning away from him. You can’t look at him. You feel so confused, this boy who you hate a couple of weeks ago, now meant so much to you. Picking up your shoes, you begin to walk away until you feel a hand grasp your wrist.

“Don’t lie to me.” He says, he tried to sound threatening but really, he just sounded heart-broken.

“If you didn’t feel the same then why did you act like that at the party? Why did you agree to come on a date with me? Why did you clean me up after the fight? Why did you stay sat in a car with me? Why?” He says, pushing you against the tree.

“I-I don’t know.” You say, your voice shaking.

“Why can’t you just admit that you have feelings for me, (Y/N)?” He questions. You were scared. Not of Harry, you were scared to admit your feelings. You couldn’t trust people ever since your father had cheated on your mother, and you especially couldn’t trust boys. All the times your father said to your mother how much he loved her, it was all a lie.

“How am I supposed to admit my feelings to you when I’m too scared to admit them to myself?” You whisper, your voice breaking. Harry looks down at you, his eyes trace over your features, intently focusing on each one. His hand moves up to your cheek, wiping away the stray tears with is thumb. He leans down, his face inches from yours; you could feel his cool breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Please.” He whispers, his lips now inches from yours.

“Let me in.” Your eyes flicker shut as Harry closes the distance between you, his lips grazing against yours, making sure you weren’t going to push him away this time. Gently, he applied more pressure, pressing his lips softly on yours. Your lips lingered for a while before they started moving in sync, one of his hands on your cheek, the other pressed onto the small of your back, pushing you closer to him. Your arms made their way up to his neck, entwining your hands in the curls at the nape of his neck. Running your hands through his hair, he pushes you closer to him, trying to close as much space between the both of you as possible. Harry pulled away, his features were full of shock at the fact that you had just let him kiss you, his eyes scan your face, looking for a sign of hate, a sign of disgust, but there was no such thing. The kiss was simple but full of passion. Everything the both of you had been feeling over the past month or so had been thrown into that kiss.

“Why me? Why me when you can do so much better?” He simply asks, looking down. His hand caresses your cheek as you look up into his eyes.

“I’ve seen the best of you and the worst of you and I choose both.”