Eleanor

I fluttered my eyes open and squinted up to see Louis' beautiful eyes looking down at me. For some reason, it looked so bright -- like the clear blue sky on one fine sunny day. He was surprised though, eyes widening a bit and attempted to untangle our limbs and stumble out of bed. But I closed my eyes out of sleepiness and slipped my arms that were gripping his shirt to his waist down his back and cuddled him close me so he couldn't get away. I haven't woken up like that - a mess of limbs tangled together and face buried on someone's chest - that was the first time and I liked it and I was too comfortable with our position. I probably shouldn't be though, but he looked so soft and cuddly in the morning and I couldn't help myself.

"Noooo," I drawled, though it was being muffled by his shirt, "Don't leave."

He remained stiff, and his arms were frozen up in the air like he had no idea where to put it.

My senses finally worked and that's when I realized what I was doing. I started to get it -- his whole body language screamed uncomfort so I scooted back, widening the space between us and just stared at him. I looked at his bed hair on top of his head and it looked so soft and it was messy and I just wanted to run my fingers through it. I prevented myself from doing it though, crossing my arms on my chest and keeping my hands to myself. What I didn't notice was the pout that formed on my lips.

"What?" He asked as he noticed my sour face.

I childishly shook my head.

I wanna cuddle.

"Okay?" He laughed. "I'm just gonna go down and--"

"CanItouchyourhair."

He paused like he was replaying my statement in his head, trying to figure out what I just said, "I didn't quite catch that, love. What was it?"

I flushed, "Can I, um, touch your hair?" I shyly repeated.

Taken aback, it took him a moment to respond, "You wanna touch my hair?"

I flushed. I thought about it again, and yes maybe it was a stupid idea. I just asked him if I could touch his hair! What was I thinking?

No, I wasn't thinking at all is the thing. It was just that, his hair was begging to be touched.

"Nevermind." I said in a low voice, looking away.

In my peripheral vision, I saw him sigh and smile before extending his arms out towards me, "C'mere."

I happily scooted closer to enter his embrace, close enough to reach his head so my hand could go straight to fix his hair, especially his precious fringe, and I hummed in content.

I secretly loved it when his feather-like fringe was down and across his forehead.

His arms went to my waist and he was just watching me as I did my thing. Blue bright eyes intensely staring at me like he was burning holes to my skull but I was too engaged in playing with his hair to care.

"I like your hair, it's so soft. You look soft, too." I absently said. And well, yeah, my mouth has no filter in mornings.

"So, do you like me as well?" He asked jokingly.

And since my mouth runs on itself in mornings I answered almost immediately, "Yes. And Max. Max has nice hair, too. Not as soft as yours, though."

He withdrawed his arms from my waist at that and my brows furrowed in confusion. I stopped playing with his hair and looked at him -- he was sporting a stoic look and the brightness in his eyes was nowhere to be seen. "Max. Right."

"What--" I was about to ask him something when Max picked that moment to bust into my room.

"Eleanor are you here -- oh sh--! I'm sorry! Am I interrupting something?" He asked, while covering his eyes as if we were doing something obscene.

"Mate, we were just talking. Nothing was going on." Louis explained as he quickly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed away from me.

I looked at him with creased brows because he was saying it almost defensively. I sat up as well and looked back at Max and I rolled my eyes because he just have to embarass me, "Please stop exaggerating, Max. And don't act like you didn't see we have clothes on."

He slowly uncovered his eyes and opened one to mockly check if we were really clothed.

"Max!" I yelled.

"Okay, okay! Geez, a man does a joke and he's dead."

I rolled my eyes. "So, what is it that you want?"

"Well, I just wanted to bother you, but I didn't know I would actually bother you--"

"No mate, we were really just--" Louis tried to cut in but I quickly both cut them off as I caught up to what Max was trying to say, "What?! Max, I swear!"

He chuckled, "Oh shut it Eleanor, you love me. I'll text you next time," he walked back towards the door but stopped before he could actually get out, "Oh, and I love you, too. If you haven't guessed that yet." he winked before shutting the door behind him leaving the Louis and I in silence.

I scoffed quietly.

"Is your boyfriend not mad?" he blurted out.

I paused for a second then I bursted out laughing.

But I stopped when I noticed he wasn't amused. Like he was being serious.

Oh sh*t, was he?

"You're joking, right?" I asked, unsure.

"Yeah, maybe," he responded, "But I'm not really sure cause you know, I should be happy you laughed at my joke right?" he sarcastically asked with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

My smile faded because he sounded upset. Which I didn't get what the cause was. "Why are you so upset?" I asked.

"Just answer the d*mn question, Eleanor!"

I flinched because now, he just sounded plain angry. But my blood suddenly boiled because I couldn't get why he was mad. Me laughing at his question gave it at the first place! And did he really think I could get a boyfriend that quick when I spent forever going crazy over Harry?

Harry.

The thought of him just reminded me of what happened yesterday which just angered me more.

I looked back up at Louis and saw that he was already looking at me with soft, regretful eyes.

"Is that how you see me, Louis? Someone who's easy?"

"No, Eleanor I just--"

"You wanna know why I was walking in the rain yesterday?" I asked but not really caring if he really wanted to know or not, so I continued anyway,"Because I saw him. I saw Harry."

I stopped to see if he had something to say but he was just looking at me with the same regretful eyes yet still waiting for me to continue.

"He was in the coffee shop as I was and I f*cking saw him, Louis! And I immediately wanted to get away from that place that I quickly walked out of it though it was pouring outside." I paused, watching his reaction as I told him the reason as to why he saw me walking under the rain yesterday. "You know why? Because I still can't look at him without feeling the pain and without memories haunting me."

We were just staring down at one another after my outburst, like we were trying to figure out what to do and how to react. But since I couldn't think of any other ways to resolve this little arguement, I lied back down and faced the other way.

Yesterday played back inside my mind and suddenly I wasn't so mad anymore. Because just as how awful yesterday was, I shouldn't forget that at the end of the day, Louis was the one to save me out of it, just like any other times.

As I was about to turn around and apologize, I felt the bed dip and an arm snaked its way from behind me to my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he sighed.

"No, it was mainly my fault," I said, turning around though I didn't notice his proximity so when I was finally facing him, my eyes almost crossed because of how close he actually was, "I shouldn't be mad at you especially when I owe you one for saving me out of that awful day yesterday." I explained.

"I shouldn't have lashed out on you like I did." he sighed once again, wanting to take the blame. "And I want you to know that I don't see you as someone easy."

"Yeah you shouldn't have." I responded only to his first statement.

"No, El listen. I really didn't mean it like that. It's just that Max was the reason I left that night."

I was confused as to what night he was pertaining to when it dawned on me, "What?" I asked, surprisedly. "You mean you were jealous of Max?" I chuckled lightly.

"No. I just presumed he was your boyfriend and you were going out on a date that night and I thought it wouldn't really be nice if the person you're dating sees you with some other guy before you go out so I--"

"Left without a word? Sounds jealous to me." I cut off his blabbering. It was really meant to be a joke so I was slightly shocked when Louis said, "Mmm, okay. Maybe I was." but he was just probably joking too, so I laughed it off, happy that the thick tension was gone.

"I didn't think of you as the jealous type, Tomlinson."

"Shut up and play with my hair."

So I did.

Because his hair looked soft and because he looked soft and his blue ocean eyes were once again staring at me with its brightness that could easily beat the sun.

And because I still wanted to cuddle.

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