Estella (Ella or Elle) and Harry fell in love in their last year of high school. One night changed their lives forever. (I can't think of much at the moment.)

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17. Chapter 17

"Harry," I said brushing his cheek with my finger. "Why? You don't do this!"

"It just happened," he looked down at Bellissa with shameful eyes.

"What about Belle? You're a father now and you need to act like one!" I started yelling, causing Belle to cry. "Put her in her crib would you?" I said rubbing my temple. He put her in the nursery and came back to the kitchen.

"Ella," he whispered in my my ear. Tattooed arms around my waist. "Remember the first day of senior year?" He smirked.

"I try not to," I smiled.

"You were walking to class and spilled tea all over your binder. I tripped and fell on your books causing me to drop my stuff." He smiled.

"And I said, 'I'm so clumsy! I'm sorry! I-' and then I looked at you and said-"

"What a duche." We both started laughing.

"I remember looking at your locker one time and it COVERED with Frankie Stanford cut outs," I continued to laugh.

"I remember your locker was covered with...I actually don't remember?" He said smiling.

"I don't either," I said kissing his cheek. He put his chin on my shoulder (still standing behind me with his arms around me) and berried his face in my neck. "That tickles," I giggled.

"We should get Belle out of her room and eat breakfast," he said in his morning voice.

"Yeah. I'm still mad at you though."

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