The Marriage Arrangement (Elournor)

Stopping By

Louis laid on the grey, plush couch in his basement which looked like a luxury living room. The flat screen television displayed a football game that held Louis' attention greatly. He didn't take his focus away from the flat screen, not even when he dipped the tortilla chip into the bowl of salsa and then into his mouth.

He had nothing to do today, well nothing to do that he thought was important to him. He gave up on texting Eleanor and just decided to wait for her to call. His other little bird had not sent him his evening nude nor texted him at all. Louis' day was filled with complete boredom. The only good thing that came was the game he was watching.

The soccer game had just five more minutes till it ended and during these last moments, Louis thought about other things he could do afterwards. He thought about going swimming but realized that it was probably too cold. He questioned himself to go shopping, but then realized that there was nothing that he really wanted, plus he didn't want to put up with the paparazzi.

They would most likely swarm him and throw hundreds upon hundreds of questions at them that are about he and the stripper he slept with and his 'relationship' with Eleanor. Of course he would try to ignore him but sometimes just by being surrounded by them was too much. Louis had always tried to keep away from the paps as much as he could. Obviously, he was never really much of a people-person but he knew that he was definitely not a fan of the paps.

Just as his eyes watched one of the football players kick the ball across the field, Louis zoned out. He thought about the night he got angry at his father and decided to sleep with some woman whom he had never met in all of his twenty-two years. He thought about why he would choose to spend the night with some stripper instead of going to his room, but he knew the answer to that in the back of his mind.

He wanted to be rebellious. He wanted to be a man; a king, just like he and his mother thought of him as. He never liked to be told what to do ever since he learned the word 'No.'. He never thought once of the consequences in his mind. He always thought that it would be over and forgotten about quickly to he and his lover of that night.

Louis figured that the stripper sold him out. He was sure of it. He started to grow mad at the thought of all of this being her fault. He began to blame his problems and mistakes on her.

"That whore. She's the reason why Eleanor is so angry at me. What's with women and not keeping secrets no a days?" He scoffed.

He spoke to no one at all, not even himself. Deep down inside he wondered if Eleanor really hates him or if she was just angry. He thought it was absurd that she would be mad at him and not the stripper. Louis was the type of guy who thought that everything bad that he did wasn't his fault. He believed that he was always right and everyone else was wrong.

"Monsieur Tomlinson?" A small voice said.

It took Louis' attention and made him sit up. He darted his eyes away from the tv and to the woman dressed in a blue, knee length dress with short sleeves and a white apron around her hips. The woman looked to be young, around Louis' age. She stood at the end of the spiral steps that led up to the first floor of the Tomlinson mansion.

"Yes, what is it?" Louis said in a harsh tone as he stared at the young woman.

The woman felt a wave of nervousness come over her as she look down at the floor.

"U-Um, you have a visitor. Mademoiselle Calder is here to see you." She spoke.

The young woman was quiet but Louis read her lips perfectly. He wondered if this could be some kind of joke. He thought Eleanor was mad at him. Why would she just suddenly show up to his home, unannounced and without any text or call?

He could feel his heart begin to beat faster than usual. Right when he heard Eleanor's last name, he felt sweat began to build up over his brow.

"S-send her in." Louis commanded but there was a lack of his stern tone that would always be present with him. His hands shook nervously as he pushed himself off the couch and stood up.

He brushed the crumbs off of his white shirt and straightened his back. The maid made her way back up the stairs and passed Louis' visitor. Reaching the last step, was Eleanor. She wore pink jean shorts with a white lace crop top and white flats. Her hair was tied behind her in a low hanging ponytail.

Louis hadn't noticed her yet. He was still checking himself out to make sure he looked presentable. As he breathed on his hand then smelled his breath, his ears focused on a small giggle.

"Well well, is this like your little man cave?" Eleanor's sweet voice that Louis has slowly began to fall for, said.

Louis' head shot up and looked at her. He was surprised to see her. He didn't know why she would ever want to see him again since last time when they were together, they had an argument.

"I-I um . . . yeah, it is." Louis said awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck. "What are you doing here? Last time I saw you, you were pissed at me."

"Me? Pissed? No no, I was tired, I promise! I just thought I should come over and see how you were. I must say, I have never been inside of the Tomlinson mansion before. It's quite gorgeous here."

"Thanks. My mum got this place because I wanted the huge sauna room." Louis spoke as he looks at the floor and took a few step towards Eleanor.

The young Calder could see something in Louis. She could see he felt something for her from the way he acted but that didn't change her thoughts about him. Eleanor still thought he was some immature, self-centered, and rude boy who gets whatever he wanted. The only reason why she was there was because those stories she was told from Mrs. Tomlinson got to her head.

If one was to ask, Eleanor would admit that she did feel bad once hearing the things that happened to Louis. She couldn't believe what his former, girlfriend, best friend and cousin did to him.

"Figures." Eleanor says under her breath once hearing that Louis' mum bought the house because of one of the characteristics that Louis loved.

"What was that, love?" Louis spoke. His look of nervousness was gone and a smirk was plastered on his face.

"Oh nothing." Eleanor said. "So, would you mind if I just hanged out with you for a while or does the king want to be left alone?"

"Well since you asked, I would enjoy it if you stayed. I mean, you did come all the way over here. It would be a waste of your time and gas to just go back home after ten minutes of being here." Louis smiled.

He watched Eleanor as she walked past him as she shoved her hands in the pink pockets of her jeans. She scanned the room and made her way to the couch that Louis sat on before she arrived. The young girl sat down on the sofa and smiled down at the floor then up at Louis. She was faking the smile of course. She honestly didn't want to be there but at the same time she felt bad for him and wanted to visit him.

"Well, what should we do first?" Eleanor asked.

Louis smirked at her in some kind of perverted way.

"Oh, I have a few ideas."

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Thank you all for reading! I'm sorry for making this chapter shorter than usual. I hope you all liked it! Who has an idea of what will happen next? From the looks of Louis' last words, it might be something naughty haha!;) We'll just have to find out! Please like and comment! :D

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