Harry Styles

I spent two hours in the museum with Ellie, who dragged me around the entire building, exploring it inch by inch, even after we were given a tour. Ellie paraded around happily transfixed on the surrounding objects and words, all pertaining to The Beatles. I couldn’t care less about the museum as I showed more interest in the girl holding me with her soft grip by the hand, her expressions full of awe and true interest. I was amazed at how she was able to exploit her emotions with such ease, something I had yet to see from her. I realized at that point I was in trouble. I found myself drowning in an unstoppable storm I knew I couldn’t get out of. I realized I would eventually succumb to the soft brown waves and calm sensations she gave off. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let go and drown in my feelings quickly forming for Ellie, I thought.



I held the door out for Ellie as we walked out into the chilly December of Liverpool.

She turned to face me. “Really Harry. Thank you so much. I’m sure you were dying on the inside waiting for me.”

“No problem at all, I promise.” Not a problem at all.

She looked at me expectantly as to what direction to walk in next. I led her to the right.

“Are you hungry?” I asked as our feet hit the pavement in synched rhythm.

“Starving. Some bastard kidnapped me before I ate lunch and hasn’t fed me yet.”

“I’m pretty sure I just heard you thanking that bastard and mentioning something about being eternally grateful?” I smirked.

“Funny thing. I don’t remember. And that would not be a first,” Ellie quickly shot back accompanied by a wicked grin. I frowned in turn at the thought of her not remembering much.

“That’s a shame. Here I know of a good place just a couple minutes ahead of us,” I tried to change the subject.

“Great.” She tightened her hand around mine for a quick second. That quick second sent a surge of warmth and adrenaline to race throughout my body.

We made our way up to the pub, strolling at a leisure pace with our fingers intertwined. I kept telling myself the small action was only in attempt to keep our hands warm, that none of it mattered and I was being loyal to my girlfriend; but I knew all of it was a lie. I was forming unescapable feelings for this girl, feelings which were stronger than the girl I should have been with on the other side of the world.



We walked into the pub, immediately hit with the stench of alcoholic beverages and fine aged wood. There were around ten men all in for their drinks, talking amongst themselves. I took Ellie out a door adjacent to the one we had entered through. We walked outside to be greeted with a canal behind a row of dark chairs and tables, only occupied by a couple of other people. We took out seats, the furthest away from the others.

“Is this another first for you?” I asked.

“She looked up with a face portraying the confusion she possessed. “First what? First time out eating?” She chuckled.

“First time in a proper pub?”

“I guess so,” Ellie smiled.

“What are you drinking?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me, oh wise one of experience.” Her lips formed a beautiful smile, causing a burn to wash through my gut.

“I think I’ll get you just what you need. I’ll be right back.” I stood out of my chair and started to walk back inside the pub. “Do you want me to order you food as well?” I stopped and turned toward her. I was lucky to ask her before I had turned around and looked at the breathtaking girl sitting in front of me. The warmth radiating off her body, such a contrast from the freezing body of water in the background. The harsh wind whirled through her dark waves, waves I wanted to get lost in, the waves I was already getting lost in, the waves that we unescapable, drowning me further and further and further down this dangerous journey. Ellie. How was it breathtaking? I couldn’t take a breath every time I looked at her.

“That would be lovely.”

I nodded and quickly turned around in response, unable to form any other words.
I absentmindedly ordered our drinks and food.

“Could you not decide on the food?” Ellie asked once I sat the drinks onto the roughly wooded table.

“No, the food is brought out to us. I think you’ll like it as well. It will be another first,” I winked.

“At this point I think I will love everything. I just need a good nosh for my poor stomach.”

“A pint of Golden Pippin for you and Doom bar for me,” I said gesturing to each ale, rusty in color.

“Perfect choice Styles,” she said, taking a drink. I watched as her full lips released the glass mug and turned up in agreement. Below my belt, my body twitched at the sound of her calling me by my last name and her unknowingly making gestures at me with her lips. It was not good by any means.

I cleared my throat. “The weather.”

“The weather?” she asked with a hint of humor at my uncertainty.

“What do you think about the weather?” I asked, uncomfortably.

“It’s nice, the air is colder and stronger than back home.”

“You are home, England,” I said. I wanted this to be her home. I wanted me to be her home.

“Not exactly. Home is where the heart is as they say. I have nothing here except my grandparents. Little memories and a town written on my birth certificate.”

I was unsure of what to say. There were so many questions under the surface of my skull at that point.

“And who has your heart in America?” I asked.

She frowned and opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by food being placed on the table separating us.

“Thank you,” I smiled up to the man before he left.

“It’s a Sunday Roast. A first for you.” I told her as she looked at the meal with great focus.

“I don’t know how you Brits stay healthy with all these big meals,” she said finally looking up at me.

“You too are British.” My eyebrows rose.

“Not exactly, just the accent to show,” she said as she took her fork to the meat. Her eyes closed as her savored the tastes exploding in her mouth.

“So tell me how life has been these past few years. I’d like to catch up with my old friend.” I wanted to know everything about Ellie. I wanted to write it all down. I didn’t know where all of this was coming from. All of the sudden obsession with her was unhealthy for myself and my relationships with Ellie and my girlfriend. I couldn’t stop it though.

Notes

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