love you goodbye [e.c]

Chapter 8

"My heart's already breaking, baby, go on, twist the knife"  

"hello ...?"

"Eleanor!"

"Who ... who's there?"

 "Tell me that you miss me as much as I miss you. Please answer me, Eleanor."

 "Louis please go home ..." Eleanor tried not to let Louis hear her sobs. "Please, you're drunk.

 "Tell me Eleanor Jane Calder, tell me that you are also dying to kiss me like I love you ... to love me as I want so much."

 "Louis please, you can't go on like this."

 "No Eleanor, I won't hang up until you answer me. Could you come home?"

"I haven't been to our house since we broke up." Eleanor drowned her sobs into her pillow.

 "You can go ... to a hotel." 

"Go home, Louis. You're not in a normal state"

"Eleanor" 

"Go to a place where you can sleep ... be careful please. Do it for me." 

"Just tell me if you still love me. Just tell me! he screamed in the phone

"Louis enough!"

"Just damn answer! It's not fair! i- I just wish I could kiss you one last time, or sing you a s song my little honey bunnyyyy"

 "goodnight." Eleanor hung up the phone and tossed it away from the room. Was it too hard to admit that she missed Louis like hell? Was it so difficult to say that she would continue to love him forever? 

Louis kept drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

Louis 

The streets of Donny gave me an indescribable tranquility and a sense of home. From the break I felt in home was a problem, but spending time with my family improved the situation a bit. 

"Louis is heree!"  One of my younger sisters shouted. The family welcomed me with great joy, they were all grown up, the two youngest had grown so much since I last saw them. I really feel so guilty that I missed so much. 

My mother kept giving me food all day, and of course, complaining about my looks. I had to admit that my looks were no better. Let's just say that in the last months my life was based on alcohol and other things. It was the only way to forget the pain ... forget the hole that Eleanor made in my heart. 

As always, at the end of the night I ended up crying like a small child in the arms of my mother, whenever I felt bad I only had trust in the two women I love the most to vent to. But one is no longer with me. My mother more than anyone knew how much I loved Eleanor and now more than anyone knows how much it hurts. 

"Try to focus on something else" said my mother. "Getting drunk doesn't lead to anything good, do something you like and it won't hurt you, promise"

 And as always, I didn't want to see my mother suffer, so I tried to distract myself with things that I like. Write. One Direction would release a new album and I would love to contribute with the most beautiful lyrics that come out of me. 

"Fuck" I don't know how to start. In two hours I havn't been able to write anything, nothing good. If only I had a kiss from you ... to fix my life and inspire the rest of my week.

 And there came his idea. He remembered all those moments with Eleanor, the best of his life, he remembered every kiss, every night they spent together ... every time he made love to his girlfriend ... just those thoughts gave inspiration to write a song to express everything I felt. Yes, maybe Eleanor would never listen to the song, but if she ever did, she would know how much Louis needs a kiss from him to forget all the problems that threaten life from day to day. And so, I spent the whole night between memory and memory, photo and photo writing the best song for my girl.

One more taste of your lips just to bring me back
To the places we've been and the nights we've had
Because if this is it then at least we could end it right