Truly, Madly Deeply

'I hate you Harry Styles...'

2 years after finishing school and being tormented by Harry Styles, Ellie Laker finally gets accepted into a presigious performing arts academy in London. This was everything she had ever wanted, but she knows that it is probably too good to last...

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16. Soap

Ellie's P.O.V

I arrived back at my room with Mikaela, and saw the all the boys there. They looked up when they saw us, and they looked like they were just coming out of a conversation. Harry just looked annoyed.

'Hey Ellie! We were, uh, just leaving,' Zayn said cheerily as he and the rest of the boys got up. 'Hey Mik, do you want to come to that cafe with us?'

She looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. She gave me and apologetic smile and left the room with the boys.

I awkwardly looked at Harry. 'So, what was up with you in acting today?' I asked, trying to make conversation, but also half wanting to know the answer.

'Uh, it was nothing, I don't know,' he said while rubbing the back of his head in a nervous way. 'I'm just going to wash these dishes up.' He walked around the room and picked up all the dirty dishes the boys had left and then went into the kitchen.

I followed him. 'Ok then, fine, what were the boys talking to you about just then?'

He gave me a frustrated, but amused expression. 'Why are you so interested Ell Ell?'

My mouth dropped open at that statement. I looked on the counter and saw a cup of water sitting there, and before I knew what I was doing I had tipped it all over Harry's hair. He looked at me through his dripping curls, shock written all over his face. Then an evil grin spread across all his features.

He grabbed a handful of the suds in the sink, with which he was washing the dishes with, and threw it at my chest. A couple of suds went in my mouth and I spat them out in disgust.

I looked down at my wet shirt and shook my head at him, with a hint of a smile on my face. Holding the now empty cup, I walked over to the sink and quickly scooped a cupful of soapy water and chucked it at Harry, who quickly recovered and grabbed the bottle of detergent and squirted it all over my hair.

I screamed and my hands flew to my hair as I dropped the cup, which bounced along the wet floor. Harry looked at me with a triumphent look on his face, but I just grabbed the detergent bottle from him and squeezed it in his hair. The detergent reacted with the soapy water that was already in his hair, and it started foaming up.

Then I started laughing. I laughed so hard, I cluctched the side of the bench for support. The sight of Harry with foam in place of his usual curls was too much.

'Oh, you think that's funny?' He chuckled as he came at me with hands full of soap. I tried to run but he was too quick as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rubbed all the soap through my hair. I screamed and wriggled to try and get out of his grasp but I couldn't. He was strong. So I took a different approach and I tickled his stomach.

I tried to ignore how hard his stomach felt as I got released from his arms. I screamed truimphantly but I slipped on the wet tiles and I felt myself falling backwards. But the sensation suddenly stopped when I felt a pair of arms on my back. I felt myself being brought upwards, until I was only inches away from Harry.

I swallowed and took a deep, silent breath. His eyes were startlingly green, and I couldn't look away. One of his hands slowly wiped some of the soap away from my face, and his eyes kept locked on mine the whole time.

I didn't know what was happening, my brain had froze and my heart seemed to be running a thousand miles. All of a sudden he was leaning in. Stop, this is wrong, this boy ruined your whole schooling life. What about Callum? A voice in my head was ringing in my ears, and all the while, Harry kept moving closer.

And suddenly, I was moving closer to him. I was stuck in his gaze and I couldn't break free, even though every part of me was telling me to.

'Hey guys, I'm sorry I just forgot my keys to get back into my room--' Mikaela burst into the kitchen. 'What...?'

I opened my mouth, but then closed it again. The position Harry and I were in was too obvious and I couldn't talk my way out of it. Harry just looked annoyed... because of the interruption?

Mikaela, though, looked really happy. 'Well, I'll leave you to it,' she called as she left the room again. I just sighed and clutched the counter for support.

I looked up at Harry. 'I'm... I'm sorry... I've got to go...' And then I left, and I ran. I needed to clear my head.

But the thing that scared me most, was that I was perfectly happy to be in his arms, and if Mikaela hadn't come in at that time, I was extremely sure that I would've kissed him.

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