HARRY'S POV

I watched Arabella's chest rose and fell slowly as she has been asleep on the little couch across from me for nearly two hours. She was so pissed off at me for leaving her on edge that I can't even believe she managed to fall asleep.  Watching her puffy lips parted as she heavily panted out of them made me think back to the way soft moans fell from those same lips near hours ago. She's so fücking beautiful.

I stood up from my seemingly uncomfortable office chair and walked over to the couch where she sat. I carefully sat down on the arm of the couch and picked up a strand of her soft brown waves. I lightly twirled it around my finger feeling it slip through my rough hands. Everything about her is so light and dainty, that is except her attitude. I chuckled thinking about her wit and the ability she has to trick herself out of a situation, similar to the way she ended up here.

A heavy knock at the door caused my head to snap out of its trance as Arabella stirred below me.

"Come in" I said hoarsely, trying to stay quiet enough to keep her asleep. The door slowly creeped open, and standing on the other side was nobody other than Elliot Casper.

My feet sprung up as I stood in front of Arabella, holding my waistband where the small gun I had packed earlier today was resting. His eyes were wide and a folded paper was held in his hand.

"Woah, no, no. I'm not here for a fight" he said holding his hands up "Trust me, I just want to talk"

"Remember the last time you just wanted to talk?" I said making him shake his head.

"I promise, just talk, I have something for you" he said inviting himself through the doorway and shutting the door firmly behind him.

He turned back around and saw Arabella still sleeping on the couch. His eyes widened as he looked back and forth between her sleeping body and my squinted eyes. Before even thinking, he cleared his throat and fought to keep his eyes away.

"So, you two are... uhm ?" he said nervously looking at me.

"We're working it out, is that what you came here for?" I snapped making him shake his head quickly.

"No, no, I wanted to give you this" he said holding a piece of paper out between the two of us.

"What is it?" I asked, snatching it out of his hand and opening it up.

"It's the agreement, my brother and I signed it this morning" he said as I quickly read through it once more before peering down at the two scribbled signatures at the bottom.

"Luchesi somehow got Seth to sign" I mumbled chuckling to myself.

"I guess, I don't know what he said, but it worked" Elliot said carefully, as if he was choosing every word.

"Good, it needed to happen" I said throwing the paper on the desk.

An awkward silence ran through the room and as the discomfort settled, the both of uncomfortably paced around trying to figure out how the fück to end this situation. I watched Elliot peer over at his sister. A pang of guilt ran through me for a split second knowing that I had taken his sister away from him, but that jealously was quickly replaced with that blurry picture of me from years back running from the exploded Ferocious club.

Something was off about him though. He wasn't that battered and grungy gang member that held a shot gun to my head. His shoulders were slumped over, his hair was straggly and dirty, and there were stains all over his white shirt. Everything about him seemed off and weird. I watched him slowly tear his eyes off Arabella to look back over at me. As soon as he realized I was watching him, his eyes diverted to somewhere else.

"Ok, what's going on with you? Why are you acting weird?" I asked.

"Me?" he asked, making me roll my eyes.

"There's no one else but her in this fücking room, yes you" I snapped making him shrug.

"Nothing's wrong"

"You're lying"

"I'm not"

"You are, what the fück is wrong with you" I snapped making him huff.

His eyes casted a look of struggle, I watched him slowly take a deep breath, contemplating if we wanted to tell me the truth or not.

"I never wanted to hurt her, you know that" he said.

"Not really" I said truthfully making him roll his eyes.

"I did not want to hurt her, I want her to be happy" he said.

"You and your brother tell the same bullshit. You don't want her to be happy, you want to control her and manipulate her into thinking the world is bad and you two are the only ones that can save her" I said.

"That's not true" he said.

"Ok sure" I said rolling my eyes and sitting back down in my chair.

"Look, I came here to help her because I thought she was in trouble" he said.

"If my sister was kidnapped, I'd be banging down the door the next day" I said.

"Oh because your the easiest person to talk to" he said making me roll my eyes. "Would you just listen!" he half yelled.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you don't know everything!" he said.

"About what?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"About her! You don't know that she's terrified of thunder! You don't know that she despises tuna! You don't know the little things about her! You know how to bat your eyes and get away with murder! I know you love her and I know she loves you but the both of you know that this relationship is not going to go anywhere" he said making anger begin to fill my body.

"What did you say?" I asked.

"You are good for her now, you protect her now because she needs to be protected but in 4 maybe 5 years, she won't need that and then what? I'm not trying to break you to apart because right now your the best thing to happen to her, but there is no way that you or her have a future together" he said making me nearly see red.

"So you don't want to break us up by saying that we won't last" I said, clenching my hands into fists.

"Harry, she wants a future. She wants to get married and have kids and a family, she wants to know she's stable and no offense you don't offer stability" he said.

"Marriage? She's never once even brought that up to me"

"That doesn't mean she never thinks about it, be honest, can you see yourself ever getting married?" he asked.

"Fück no"

"Not even to Arabella?" he asked.

My mind halted for a second. Do you? Images of Arabella in a long white dress, walking by herself down a long isle come flooding through my head. No, no way. That's way to much commitment and I can't be responsible for that.

"No" I answered shakily making Elliot raise and eyebrow but shake his head.

"So why are you with her?" he asked.

"Because I love her" I said blankly.

"But what happens when that's not enough" he said.

"It's not about the title it's about the relationship" I said.

"Isn't that what got her into a mental hospital? Not having the girlfriend label?" he asked making my blood boil.

"How did you hear about that?" I asked.

"How do you think?" he said. Fucking Luchesi.

"Just because I don't want to marry her, doesn't mean I don't love her" I snapped.

"I never said that, I know you love her, but will she be able to live with no marriage or children" he said.

"She'll survive" I said rolling me eyes.

Before Elliot could even get in another word, the ding of his phone made him reach into his pocket and stare at whatever the fuck text message he got. He rolled his eyes before shoving the phone back into his pocket.

"I have to go, but just think about what I am saying" he said making me roll my eyes and turn my chair.

My chest was tight and as the door slammed closed I swiveled my chair back around to see Arabella still fast asleep. I stared at her pouting lips and peacefully closed eyes. Her hair was covering her face a bit and sprawled out across the armrest. Her body was curled up into a ball and the bottom of her skirt was ridden up. I quickly walked over to her and pulled the end down a bit to cover her.

As I stood over her, the same mental picture of her in the white dress came back to me, only this time more vividly. A veil was in front of her face and a few tears were falling from her face. She looked beautiful. What the fuck am I thinking? I said to myself shaking my head to clear the image from my mind. I am not getting married, the word itself makes me cringe.

I walked back over to my desk and sat down in the chair. I let my head fall onto the desk to rest my eyes for a minute. Somehow, another mental picture came back. This time, a little boy with curly hair and hazel eyes was resting on her hip as she was cooking. He was looking at her with awe and admiration.

But then the image was distorted and soon went away and surprisingly...

I was upset.

A/N:
so I'm not really gonna explain where I went because I'm gonna be honest I was busy.  Schools started and I'm in so many advanced classes and I have to look at colleges and I have a job and I have dance and honestly I'm literally so busy right now.  I know I've been putting this book on hold for a while and I can't guarantee the updates but I promise that whatever chapters I upload will be 100% my best.  I'm doing fine for all of you that asked and I will always love this book but for now updates are going to slow down, probably not as slow as my last update but maybe twice a month maybe 3 if i can squeeze. Once again those who are sticking around I literally cannot thank you enough! Love you all soooooo much!!