Eleanor

It was like I was taken back to when Harry completely crushed me; only this time it was twice the pain. This time I was entirely sure I was inlove with the person ans he loved me back; atleast that was what he said.

I ran away from him. I scurried out of the room, down the halls and downstairs; all the while, a lump was forming inside my throat, causing it to close up. I sobbed and hiccuped as I ran, suddenly feeling like it was so hard to breathe. My head was pounding and I felt dizzy with how fast I was moving and how fast everything was and the music blasting out of the speaking all throughout the house didn't help with my distressed state either. I reached for the front door desperately, like if I was to stay inside the dark and heated surroundings of the house a second longer, I'd pass out. As I finally made it out the door, I stumbled into someone's hard chest but I focused on gasping for air with tears still falling down my face.

"Whoa, easy there-" the stranger who smelt like cigarettes put a hand on my shoulder to steady me. Once he recognized who I was, he suddenly jumped into alert mode as I heard his voice laced with worry, "-Eleanor? F*ck, are you okay?"

The voice sounded familiar but I didn't have much time to think of it as I continued wheezing.

"Okay, calm down. That's it, slow down. In, out. In, out," the voice said as he tried calming me by rubbing my back. "Better?"

I nodded my head once my breathing calmed and became regular before finally looking up to him, "Thanks, Zayn."

"Don't mention it," he smiled, "What happened?"

I was about to muster a lie when I heard a familiar voice that made my blood run cold.

"Eleanor!"

My eyes widened as I turned to Zayn in a rush, "Will you mind giving me a ride home?" I said, fidgeting with my fingers in an anxious manner.

"Eleanor!" Louis finally busted out the door to where Zayn and I was standing. "Please. You have to listen to me-"

Fresh tears blurred my vision as I tried ignoring the crack in his voice like he was the one hurt. Why does he sound heartbroken?

"Zayn," I breathed out.

"Eleanor, please," Louis begged, "Please, El, just hear me out."

"But-" Zayn said, his eyes flickering from Louis to me.

"Please," I pleaded him.

Zayn's eyes were still back and forth between Louis and I confused as to what was happening so I finally cut him some slack and gave up.

"Fine," I wiped my tears harshly, "I'll walk home." I said with finality as I started walking away.

"El, wait!" Louis protested. There was a short pause before he finally sighed, "Please take him home, Zayn," he said in a small, defeated voice.

I stopped in my tracks to look back at him; he was turned to Zayn, like they were having a silent conversation before Zayn nodded and started walking towards me.

Louis stayed standing on the porch with his shoulders down, defeated. His eyes were misty, but it was dark so I wasn't that sure. He concealed his depressed state with a hopeful look before speaking, "I-I'll call you later," he said, althout it sounded more of a question.

And although all I wanted to do was hug him and shower him with kisses and tell him we were okay, especially when he looked so sad, I didn't. Because I was hurt, too.

It might not be the smartest idea not to hear him out but I couldn't even look at him in the eye and not be reminded by what I had just saw. That blonde on top of him snogging his face off.

I pretended I didn't see the hopeful look on his face slowly crumble down as I turned to walk towards Zayn's car without saying anything.

As soon as I went in and sat down on the passenger seat, Zayn started the car and slowly drove away. I took one last glance on Louis and the scene just broke my heart even more.

He was watching the car drove away and when we were far enough, his knees buckled, making him lean on the wall behind him and frustratingly rub his face.

I faced forward after I could no longer see him and closed my eyes when I deep sigh.

He didn't look guilty; he looked miserable, and that isn't how someone looks when they cheated on you. He wouldn't actually have cheated on me if ever he did kissed that girl; I wasn't his girlfriend. But he told me he loved me and ... that was fairly the same, right?

One thing I learned from being infatuated from Harry before, is when someone really wanted you in their life, you didn't need to force yourself into it; they will be the one embracing you in it. I learned that you can't really demand for someone's affection because if they truly wanted to give it to you, they'll willingly do. That you can't force someone to love you back because if they do, they will.

If Louis really loved me, I wouldn't need to force myself to him like I did for Harry before. He would be the one to exert an effort to pull me in.

And in this case, if he really loved me, he would be the one to pull me back to his arms.

"Do you," Zayn quietly started, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I saw him kissing someone." I confessed in one breath.

I heard him gasp, "What?"

"I saw him kissing someone. Upstairs. On the bed."

"Are you sure?" he said, not accusingly but just in disbelief.

"Ofcourse, I'm sure! I don't just go around telling someone kissed someone!" I snapped.

He took quick side glance at me because he driving but I could tell he was surprised of my sudden outburst.

"I-I'm sorry, Zayn. It's just--"

"It's fine," he gave me a small smile. "I just can't believe it. Louis' madly inlove with you."

I closed my eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. That's what I thought, too.

"Do you mind telling me who the girl was?" he asked when the silence briefly prevailed.

"I-I don't know her. All I know is that she's blonde and- and that's it," I said, fidgeting with my fingers once again.

Zayn didn't say anything so I looked at him only to see him with creased brows and clenched jaw. I was about to ask what's wrong when he sighed, "I think I know who it is you're talking about," my brows shoot up, "But it's not my place to get into what's happening between the two of you so I suggest you hear him out, yeah?"

I sighed, pondering about it even though I knew he was right. "Yeah. Okay."

"How did you get in, by the way?"

I laughed, remembering stressing myself out while conversing with a drunk lad on the phone, "Harry. He helped me crash in."

"Harry," a smirk pulled on his lips, "Interesting."

I shyly smiled, "Shut up. I'm long over that pathetic crush I had over him."

He chuckled, "I know. I mean you're far in too deep inlove with Tommo to not be over your 'pathetic crush' on Harry."

A blush creeped up my cheeks, "Zayn!"

"Okay, okay," he laughed, "I'm done teasing. Continue."

"Okay so I called Liam to ask for the address so I could surprise Louis but turns out, it was Harry who had Liam's phone. He told me Liam's so drunk," she said, mimicking Harry, "'Not Drunk Inlove though. Just drunk' but I couldn't tell if he was still talking about Liam or himself."

We both laughed and I continued telling him what a drunk Harry told me over the phone, including the fact that he asked me not to tell Louis he called him tiny.

"How are you going to surprise Louis, anyway?" he asked as he rolled the windows down and lit a cigarette before sucking in and blowing out the smoke after asking me if I mind.

I didn't; I had my fair share of cigarettes before and still did occassionally.

I shrugged, "He always surprises me and I just thought I'd like to give him one back."

He gave me another side glance before asking, "And that would be?"

I looked out on the other window on my side, feeling the pressure of the wind on my face, making my eyelids flutter and my hair blow in all directions before I spoke.

"I was supposed to tell him I love him, too, tonight."

A/N: idek what this is lol

Anyway, if you want to read really good elounor fics, go to my profile and look for my first reading list called 'Places we've been and the nights we had'. THOSE ARE RBEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN ELOUNOR (some are on hold though) :/

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