Eleanor

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you're coming home," I whined, "I could've made something for you."

We were in my room lazily laying down on my bed - him on his back and my head on his chest while his arm was draped around my back to my waist - because Louis said he missed doing just that. I insisted we go out for a walk or something but I guess he was still tired. His work requires jumping and running around almost every night afterall.

"It was supposed to go that way, love, that's how surprises go," he smiled then cocked en eyebrow at me, "What something, anyway?"

"I don't know. Anything I think you would like," I shrugged.

"Babe, I told you, you don't have to get me anything. Just being with you already makes me happy."

"Ugh," I groaned, pulling a pillow and lightly hitting him with it.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked in a muffled voice because the pillow was still on top of his face.

"Stop making me blush."

He removed the pillow from his face in a quick motion before leaning close to my face, "What can I say? I'm a charmer," he winked.

"Shut up," I laughed. "But seriously, I want to give you something back."

He sighed, "El, I give you something because I want to. Not because I expect something back, okay? Stop worrying about it."

I pouted, but I want to give him something just because I wanted to, too.

"Unless, it's nudes," he said seriously.

"What!" I gasped in surprise, hitting his chest with my hand.

He started laughing uncontrollably, "I was just - you should've seen your face! - I was just kidding!"

I pouted.

"Awe c'mon, don't pout babe."

I sighed, letting go of it, "How long will you stay, anyway?" I asked.

"Management gave Liam and Niall one week to celebrate their own birthdays however they want," he shrugged, "Which Niall will spend throwing a party and Liam, since his birthday already passed, I don't really know. He'll probably gonna go home and see his mummy," he teased even though Liam wasn't in the room.

"Niall's throwing a party?" I asked, drawing nonsensical patterns on his chest with my fingertips.

He hummed, "This weekend, yes. Oh, and he invited you."

I nodded, "So, how was Asia and America?"

Then he started telling me some of the events from their concerts. He told me funny moments consisting of silly things that was thrown at them (by silly, I mean condoms), lyric changes that would make the crowd laugh and a lot of falling and slipping on stage. Apparently, One Direction isn't a very coordinated boyband.

Then he started talking about how sick the crowd was, and I immediately saw how his face lit up on the subject. He told me how hilarious the signs they were holding up during concerts and how loud and crazy they were, in a good way.

I knew the boys and him always tell the fans this much too many times but it was only because they couldn't have said it enough times: they would be nowhere without their fans, and Louis loved them because of that. He owe them most of the good things that was happening in his life.

I listened with a smile on my face all the while he talked. I decided I loved watching him like this -- talking about the things he loved. He looked so passionate talking about it like it was the greatest thing in this world and I knew that to him it certainly is, and seeing him talk about it was just fascinating and I felt myself fall inlove a little bit deeper.

I was so lost and caught up in watching him talk so passionately that I couldn't help but lean up and press a kiss to his lips surprising us both.

"If you really wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask," he said after recovering from his surprised state.

"I'm sorry you were just talking so passionately and - and I don't know what came over me and -" I stammered.

But ofcourse I didn't get to finish what I was trying to say before he pressed his lips to mine, once again.

It was longer this time, his mouth urging mine to move against his and so I did. He pulled me so that I was on top of him, practically straddling him but without breaking the kiss. I blushed but didn't have enough time to think about it because I was trying to catch up to his phase. We pulled away, breathless before he smiled. That unusual smile he gave me countless of times before, where the sides of his eyes were crinkled and his lips were stretching so wide.

"I'm sorry, you were acting so cute and I don't know what came over me," he said, mocking me, obviously showing he wasn't really sorry.

"Shut up."

**

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" Louis asked me for about the tenth time the next day.

"Yes. I've been telling you that for the past-" I paused to look at how long had we been talking on the phone, "-thirty seven minutes," I laughed.

"I know, I just - I want to be with you, I really do, but the boys--"

I cut in, "I understand, Lou. Go have some fun; you deserve it."

"Okay," he sighed, "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Don't get too drunk!" I reminded him, "Okay, bye!"

"Bye, babe," he sighed on the other end of the phone call before ending it.

Apparently, one close friend of the boys invited all five of them to a party just to catch up and the other boys immediately agreed because they were pumped to get drunk for they hadn't done that for a while.

Louis asked me to come with him because he said he could use some drinks but didn't want to go without me. Unfortunately for him though, I wasn't up for it so I politely declined which he understood but was trying to change my mind. I know, I know, he isn't really the clearest person to talk to.

But I loved him.

That's why I was sprawled out on my bed, face down just to see if Louis' faint smell was still lingering on the covers, which it was. Then I flipped so that I was facing the ceiling, my limbs streched out so that I was occupying the entire bed, thinking of something nice to give to Louis.

Yes, I still wasn't over that.

It's hard to think of a gift to someone who already has everything, it really is. And given that he loved me, people may say that I could give him anything and he'd still be grateful but I wanted it to be more than that. I wanted him to like my present not only because it was from me but because he actually like what it was.

And so I thought.

It obviously had to hold a meaning, a value, that when he'd ever think of that thing, all he'd ever remember is me.

What about a one-way trip to Mars?

Nah, I loved him too much to give him that.

My eyes widened as my heart started racing. That was it!

I just thought of the best thing I could give Louis.

**

I tapped my fingers on the kitchen counter impatiently as I listened to the phone which continued ringing as the other line refused to answer the call.

"Hello?" a deep husky voice slightly slurred.

My brows creased and I briefly glanced at my phone screen to see if I called the right person. I did.

"Uh, where's Liam?" I asked to whoever was on the other line answering for Liam. I had an idea but that wasn't very much important.

"In the kitchen, I think," he spoke slowly, and I could almost imagine his lips exaggerating to spit out every letter, "He's so drunk though; you won't be have a proper conversation with him. So drunk. Not Drunk Inlove. Just drunk."

I rolled my eyes as he started speaking to himself, explaining how drunk Liam was. Which I was pretty sure was his exact state, too.

"Harry," I called him out sternly so he'd listen to me, "Have you seen Louis?"

"Yeah. Ofcourse I've seen Louis, you silly. He might be tiny but he's still seeable- no, that's not a word -visible. There we go," he paused, "Don't tell him I called him tiny. Shh."

"Focus, Harry. Where is he?" I asked a little sternly.

"Oh, right! I saw him! Upstairs - I saw him upstairs!" he started yelling.

I flinched on his loudness, "Is he drunk?" I asked, believing Louis should be sober when he received my present. We wouldn't want him to not remember it the next day, would we?

He groaned, "Maybe just a drink or two. Or he wouldn't be able to handle Blondie, who was quite a handful tonight," he scoffed.

Thinking 'Blondie' was Niall, I moved on to the questioning, although it was a bit awkward asking favors from him, "Do you think you'd be able to help me crash into the party?"

"Hold a sec, who's this again?" He asked, tripping on his words. I didn't answer letting it figure out by himself, and based on the brief pause and a little noise, I presumed he looked at the caller ID from the phone. "Sh*t, Eleanor- um, what was that again?" he nervously asked.

One of my brows shot up,  curious of the sudden change in his behavior, "Will you be able to help me crash into that party?"

"Um, yeah-- yeah, sure," he breathed into the phone and I could tell something was wrong, "Why, though?"

"Just have to give Louis something," Or tell, whatever, my subconcious added. I smiled absently.

"Okay," he said then told me the address after I had asked him. I asked him about five times if he was sure with that address that he just gave up and got a sober guy to tell me what the address was. Which was, well, the exact one Harry told me.

I ended the call and looked down on my already dressed-up self. I was ready, I guess.

I drove to the place in half an hour and already saw a heavy-lidded and flushed Harry waiting outside after I arrived. I stifled a laugh on his state; one more wind blow and he'd probably be asleep while sitting up.

"Hey," I said while walking up to him.

He cleared his throat, "Hi."

"So, Louis?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He nodded, "Right. Upstairs," he said and started turning on his heels towards the house and up the stairs. Then he turned to me once we reached the second floor, "Just - I don't know which room."

"I'll look for him. Thank you, Harry," I sincerely said.

He nodded before turning around.

I stared at the hall; now which of these rooms?

I was about to open the door of the first room when I heard faint voices.Then I thought I heard someone saying Louis' name.

I backed away from the first room and walked closer to the second on the right. The door was wide open, and I know it's rude to walk in, but I still peeked in anyway.

I wished I didn't do just that.

I guess you can't tell someone you love them when their tongue's down somebody else's throat, right?

I gasped and took a step back in surprise. I didn't know that was loud enough to catch their attentions though.

They broke away from the kiss and Louis' eyes widened after meeting mine.

"Eleanor?" he uttered hesitantly.

I clutched my eyes tightly closed at the sound of his voice saying my name. No, it shouldn't have that effect on me. I felt betrayed.

When I opened my eyes, he was gaping at me. Then finally he pushed the girl off not too forcefully and started trudging towards me. His mouth opened to say something but even before he could, I shook my head no.

Then I ran.

A/N: Shiz, wouldn't have guessed that will happen? Lol you didn't take me seriously when I asked "I wonder why everything's going too good for them" last chapter lmao

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