Pinky Promise

Elise and Harry have been dating for a while and recently made it official. Harry had to go on tour right after the confirmation of their relationship. During the time, has the hate gotten to Elise? Will the paparazzi being to make her uncomfortable? Will this end their beautiful relationship?


2. He's My Life Now

Elise's POV

I woke up and the room was a complete mess. Harry wasn't next to me. I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. It was ridiculous how much I missed Harry, but last night made up for everything. Of course it wasn't the first time Harry and I had shagged, but when you're away from the one you love, it's like the first time. It was just as magical.


I got up and picked my bra and undies from the floor and put them on. I put on a pair of spanx to cover myself up. I was prepared to spend my week with Harry, so I cancelled everything this week except school. I even cancelled volleyball. Harry was more important tome than sweat and balls. That came out wrong.


I looked in the mirror and sighed. I never thought I was totally pretty. I have long, dark brown hair with hazel eyes that never complimented me. My lips were quite large and quite full. My legs were long and so was my torso. Hell, I was long. I'm 5'9, very close in size to Harry, except he's 6 feet. I should be satisfied with the way I look. I had a completely flat stomach, my boobs were actually a good size for an athlete, my bum was round, but I never thought I was a beautiful as Harry claimed.


I felt muscular arms wrap around my waist. "Morning beautiful." Harry's husky morning voice whispered. His bear chest was pressed against my back. He kissed my cheek and turned me around so that I was now facing him. My pulled me close and gave me a peck on my nose.


"Good morning..." I said, still thinking about how not beautiful I was. "Harry?"


"Hmmm?" He hummed.


"Why do you think I'm beautiful?" He quickly pulled away. He turned my back around so that I was facing the mirror. He acted as if I was supposed to say, 'Oh I see now.' "What? I don't get it. I'm completely flat. I haven't got a great body" Harry and I had a stare down in the mirror.


"I love you just the way you are, Elise." He said, kissing the back of my neck. "I love your hair, your sexy body, your legs, your arms and nose." He wrapped his arms around my waist and once again kissed my neck. "Most of all, I love your personality. You complete me."


I took another good look in the mirror. I saw not only myself, but myself with Harry and when he was with me, I felt beautiful. I felt like I was a pretty girl. "You complete me too." I said. He smiled and nodded.


"I've got a photoshoot to do, babe, but after we'll go get a bit of lunch, yeah?" I turned around and smiled.


"Okay." He kissed me and we both walked to our separate closets. "What shall I wear?" I asked him.


"Just dress up. You always look great, baby." He threw on a white shirt and some jeans. Even in casual clothes he looked handsome.


"Well we can't all be Harry Styles, now can we?" He laughed and gave a good shake to his hair before moving it out of his face. "See! It takes you two seconds to do your hair!" 


He laughed again and kissed me on the cheek. "Why don't I leave you to get ready?"


"Okay..." I mumbled. He laughed and kissed the top of my head before leaving the room.


I looked in my bathroom mirror and cleaned up my hair. I had loose, curly hair. It was quite easy to manage, but I never knew what style to put it in. I just put it up in a pony and left to my closet.


Needless to say, being the girlfriend of a beautiful, famous boy has it's privileges. Not only can I kiss him and be with him all the time, I get amazing clothes. I decided to wear a royal blue layered blouse with some jeans, along with come nice heels which made me as tall as harry. I wore a bracelet that I need to give back to Eleanor and a necklace from Harry that I received last year on my birthday.I thought I looked quite decent so I threw on some mascara and lipgloss and headed out.


I walked out into the living room and everyone was ready to leave. "You look stunning!" Perrie squealed. I smiled and gave a little spin. "Just like a beauty queen."


"Speak for yourself!" Perrie always looked beautiful. She was very Indie-Hippie. She was wearing this nutural colored shirt with pretty shades of brown. Under that were her leggings and come leopard print trainers. Her jewelry was always layered necklaces. She was damn near perfect.


"Oh it's not that special, love. You, on the other hand, look drop dead amazing."


Harry smiled and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Of course she does." I rolled my eyes and kissed him softly,


"Well, why don't we get to that photoshoot?!" Zayn said with excitement.


In the car, I sat in the passenger's side next to Harry who was driving. Zayn and Perrie sat in the back. We blasted Coldplay and The Script. Harry and I had very similar taste in music, so it was easy for us to pick songs to listen to.


We arrived right on time for the boys to get dressed. I sat with Perrie and Eleanor while we were waiting.


"So I'm guessing everyone had a very sexy night last night?" Eleanor pitched. We all laughed, mostly because it was true.


"Yeah. I mean when you haven't seen someone for so long, I guess it's important to do everything you can while they're still here." Perrie had a content smile on her face.


"It's got'a be hard for you." I said to Perrie. "You've got his touring and your touring to balance. That must be so difficult." She shrugged and twiddled with her fingers.


"Well when you love someone, you have to make it work." She smiled once again. "What are you going to do tomorrow when you go back to school? You're going to be away from Harry again."


I shrugged. "I don't even have a clue. I was thinking about skipping, but I've got to to as much work as I could to graduate high school."


The difference between me and the girls was that I was still in my twelfth year while everyone else was already at Uni or becoming popstars. I'm only seventeen, turning eighteen in a week: October 18th. I'm much younger than everyone.


Another difference was that I am living with Harry without a legal guardian's permission. My parents aren't in my life anymore and I ran away from my aunt with Harry. We used to live in Wolverhampton. I met Harry through Danielle Peazer, Liam's ex. She set us up and everything changed.


"I made a vow that because I dropped everything and left my old school that I wouldn't screw up at this one. I need to get out of my school so I can just live peacefully with my boyfriend."


The boys rushed out and began taking pictures. They were doing a shoot for Fabulous magazine. I usually went for the food. The pastries were delicious. They had scones and cookies with tea and hot chocolate. I of course couldn't eat too much because of my sports, but a cupcake or two never hurt anyone.


I was interrupted from cookie galore by s tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see an interviewer from Fabulous. I never really like being interviewed, but I guess this is the price of fame. Not only was I going to be in the Olympics, but I nearly eloped with Harry.


"Hello, Elise. I'm Natalie. If you don't mind, we're having a page dedicated to the boys' love life and we'd liek to interview you, Perrie, and Eleanor."


"Uhm, sure." I walked over to a corner with her. She had her iPhone in her hand and a camera man behind her.


"Is it hard balancing you schedule when you have a superstar boyfriend, school, and training? How do you get enough time to spend with Harry?"


I licked my lips. I tend to do that when I get nervous. "I mean, I haven't seen him in a month so right now, I cancelled my practices. As for school, that's not in my control but I'm going to try to spend as much time with him as I can because I have to work around his schedule, not mine. He's much more to handle than I am."


Natalie smiled. "How are the rest of the boys enjoying your company?"


"Oh, they're more than supportive." I stated. "I think when you see your brother that happy, it makes you happy. They have been great to me. When Harry was ill, Niall and Liam dropped me off at my practices. They're just great."


"We've got two more questions." She said again with a smile. This time she had lipstick on her teeth. I tried to fake a smile, but laughed a bit at the same time.


"What is a normal date like between you and Harry?"


I licked my lips again. Our dates always ended up in make out sessions, but I couldn't say that to the magazine. "They are usually casual. It's like a dinner at the house and a movie or a walk in the park. It gives us time alone to talk and just enjoy the time we have I guess."


She pouted her lips. "That's darling." I nodded. "Lastly, what do you love most about Harry, appearance wise and personality."


This was a complete no brainer. "Appearance wise, I love everything, but I immediately fell for his eyes. His eyes are so green and sincere." I smiled at the thought. "Personality wise, I love how he loves me. The way he talks to me and looks at me and holds me; they're all with love. I don't know, he just makes me weak. He's my life now."


"That is truly beautiful." She said softly. I blushed and shrugged.


"Break time, boys!" The photographer shouted. Natalie stood up and thanked me for my time. I smiled and shook her hand. She left just as Harry came to me.


"Sorry this taking so long, love." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. "I hope you're not getting to bored."


I shook my head. "No, of course not." Then they caught me: his green eyes. They were glistening with love. I couldn't take it. The amount of love he had got to me. I couldn't help but begin crying. Why? I couldn't take how much I loved him. It made me feel so many things: love, sadness, sexual frustration, anger, depression. It was insanity.


Harry's face dropped. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked in a concerned tone. I shook my head and he wiped my tears with his thumb.


"I just love you so much." He smiled and kissed me.


"I love you too." He chuckled. "But there's no need to cry. I'm not going anywhere and I'm not planning on it. We're getting married, remember?"


Harry and I had always joked about marriage. The first day we met, he told me he was going to marry me. At the time, I didn't like him, so I was always sarcastic about the topic. He made me pinky promise that we were going to get married, some way and some how, but he still brings it up today. We've never forgot about it.


"You really think we're going to get married?" I asked laughing. We smirked cheekily and shrugged.


"I'll always be with you until you tell me to leave." I could tell the thought of me saying that made him cringe. His smile became a frown and there were goosebumps on his arms. I leaned my forehead against his.


"Then I guess we will get married because you're not leaving." He huffed a breath. "Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."


"Okay." He croaked out and kissed me. We stood there holding each other for what seemed like forever and what had only been two minutes.



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