Harry looked around frantically for Elle, where could she have gone? Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted her two friends rushing towards the door to the terrace, following closely behind were Conner and a tall, dark haired guy Harry knew from Eton as Knox . Instinctively, he followed.
They all found her on back terrace basking in the cool, fresh, British air on a carved wooden bench. Her chest was heaving and her profile was bathed in the pale moonlight. “Doll, are you alright?” The one with Conner asked. For the first time Harry noticed that Elle, and her friends, were all American.
"I’m fine! I just needed some air. It was getting so stuffy in there I could hardly breathe." Elle said shyly. She spotted Harry and looked surprised, but smiled.
"Oh it’s no problem, as long as you’re alright!" The second girl said and Elle smiled at her.
"Thanks Annabelle. Now go on!" She said making shooing motions with her arms. "Don’t let me ruin your evening!"
"Well…if you’re sure you’re ok." Said the first.
"Yeah I’m ok! Go on Grace! I’ll just sit out here until I catch my breath." The one she called Grace looked a bit reluctant, but Conner extended his hand to her and she took it.
"Well, alright. Feel better okay?" She said before he led her away.
"Don’t worry, I’ll look after her." Harry called after them. Elle looked up at him in surprise.
"Oh no, I don’t want to bother you anymore I-"
"You’re not bothering me, I want to stay." He smiled and she blushed.
"Shall we?" Knox said with a debonair smirk to the second girl.
"Take care Elle." Annabelle said and took his arm with a smile and they walked back in. Harry walked over to the bench and sat beside her.
"Are you sure you’re alright now?"
"Yeah, that just happens sometimes when my lungs are under a lot of stress."
"I’m guessing it’s asthma; either that or I’m afraid you’re terribly out of shape!" He teased and Elle laughed. ‘That’s certainly good to see again’, Harry thought.
"I’m afraid it’s asthma. I’ve learned to live with it." She said with a shrug.
"Have you always had it?"
"No, not always. My dad smoked, so now I have to carry this around for the rest of my life. But it’s no big deal unless I’m extremely out of breath. So it’s really whatever." She said.
"You’re American." He said suddenly. She raised her eyebrows at his remark.
"You’re British." She replied. "Well, now that we’ve established our nationalities, I think a proper introduction is in order." She joked. Harry laughed. ‘She doesn’t even know who I am!’, He thought with excitement.
"Oh of course, where are my manners? I’m…Harry." He said, extending his hand.
"Nice to meet you Harry. I’m Elle, as you may have guessed." Elle said reaching to shake Harry’s hand but before she could he brought her own hand to his lips in a light kiss. She blushed again and smiled from ear to ear. "Now don’t go using that British charm on me!"
"But I must be a gentleman, and a gentleman always kisses a beautiful lady’s hand."
"Stop it! You’re just saying that!" She giggled.
"No I mean it, you truly are stunning."
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