"I love you Ella," Harry said pulling me in for another snog.
"I don't," I said kissing him back.
"Mmm," she said keeping his lips locked to mine. "You don't love me or you don't want to?" He kissed my neck and trailed up my jawline.
"I'm leaving, with Belle," I said pulling away. "Um...bye."
"You're not going anywhere," he said pushing me against the wall. "I'm not letting you." He then leaned on the door so I couldn't exit.
"Harry?" I said looking up smiling for the first time in what felt like a million years. "Still worried about getting me pregnant?"
"What?" He laughed confused.
"Look," I said holding up my phone. He saw the text and his expression. Went blank.
"I didn't send that?" He said grabbing my cell. "And I never slept with her! I would like to clarify that."
"Don't lie to me!" I yelled a bit.
"I swear. We only kissed," he said as if making it better.
"More like made out," I mumbled. Harry's eyes widened as he I spoke. He cornered me against the wall with anger flickering in his eyes. He pressed his chest against mine. "Harry?" I squealed in total fear.
"Ella," he said in a mad tone. I looked up and cried. He smashed his pink lips into mine. He began kissing me angrily, yet loving. I gripped handfuls of fabric from his shirt by instinct. He threw me on top of him on the bed.
"Is everything-" Leah and Gemma began to say while opening the door. They smirked at each other then high fived each other like elementary kids. I got up and left. I was weak.