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.) Let me know if wonderful readers want me to continue❤️❤️❤️❤️ (I'll try to update daily.)


26. Chapter 26

"Ella!" Harry called as I stormed out if Anne's house.

"No! I can't do this!" I cried. "I wish you didn't cheat on me! I wish I could love you the way I use to, but I can't!" I ran in the car and put Belle in her car seat.

"I'm not sleeping another night without you. I'm never letting you or our baby go. OUR baby. She's always going to be OURS. Not mine not yours. Ours." Harry was right. No matter how hard I tried she was always going to be ours. I didn't like it, but it was true.

"Harry!" I cried. I pulled his shirt towards me.

"I'm sorry I did this to you," he said cradling me. "I wish I could undo what I did. Go back in time. I'll fine the words to say before-"

"Come home," I said squeezing my eyes shut. "I need you with me even if I don't want you." Harry whipped away my tears and kissed my forehead.

"Ella, I-," he paused. "Sure." Leah and Harry sat in the front and I sat in the back with Perrie and Belle. Leah dropped us off and went home. The house was quiet and...not as happy as it once was. When it was late at night Harry was on the sofa watching Titanic. I cuddled next to him on the sofa under the blanket. He slowly and lightly placed his arms around my waist.

"I love you," I whispered. "Come to bed."

"Can we still cuddle?" He asked with his eyes closed. I lifted Harry up from the couch and dragged him to the bed. He dressed down so he was on his boxers and got in bed. I threw on some black fabric shorts and Harry's white tee. I jumped on top of Harry sitting up. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Tell me what really happened that night you and the boys went out," I said leaning down.

"We don't have to talk about that," he groaned.

"We do," I said leaning down. I pressed my chest against his and intertwined out legs.

"We left to the gay bar because Val was stressing me and pushing me to do things. I kept thinking about you, and the boys knew it." Harry telling me that seemed to make me feel better. I don't know why, but it did.

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