F E I G N E D | elounor

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~ E L E A N O R ~

I stared at him in astonishment.

"What?!" He snapped at me, wanting me to stop staring at him for an explanation.

"What?! What do you mean what?! How could you say that live on national television! That was a new level of low, even for you Louis! That was a horrible lie!!" I scolded him.

He sighed heavily, and buried his face in his palms. Well at least he felt remorse.

"This lie will spread like wildfire, do you realize that. Her career—!" I began shouting but he cut me off.

"Jesus Eleanor, it wasn't a lie okay!!!" He said with a very troubled expression, and his eyes looked dare I say glossy.

I lost all train of thought taking in what he had just said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Every. Single. Time. We broke up, she would call me and tell me she would kill herself if I didn't take her back. Even when I knew when I was tired of her games, the very thought of someone possibly killing themself because of me would haunt me forever." He struggled to get out.

My face fell, and just now I realized how toxic his relationship was with her. She was always leaving him, going with other men, and only taking him back when she was bore. All the while Louis was committed.

I knelt down in front of him and took his hands.

"Louis, I'm so sorry for everything she's put you through." Was all I could say.

I could tell this hung heavily in his heart, and it was something he wanted to get off of his chest for a while.

"Fuck." He breathed out, and shook his head. "I shouldn't have said it."

"Louis, out of that whole interview that was the only thing that was true." I pointed out to him.

He shook his head. "Not the only thing."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that but I decided I wouldn't question him any further on it.

"Anyways, she does it to all her other boyfriends too. Even film makers when they don't give her the part. She's overly dramatic and uses it to her advantage." Louis added.

"That's awful."

"She's awful." He said bitterly, and pulled his hands away from mine.

"Louis don't say—"

"Let's go already, I want to get the paparazzi over with." He said, and shot out of his chair walking out the door leaving me on the ground still in front of an empty seat.

I sighed, and frowned.

I walked out of the room, and saw Harry pushing away people back stage trying to interview Louis. Louis waited for me with my coat in hand, motioning for me to hurry up. I quickly made my way over to him and Harry guided us out.

I could tell Louis was mad. I was pretty sure I knew why too. Louis hates being seen in a vulnerable state, so he probably felt the need to put walls up now. Like being sad makes him less of a man, and I had to feel sorry for him because I was sure his father was too blame.

As soon as we arrive home, Louis went to his office slamming the door behind it. He made sure to lock the door and made sure he did it hard enough so I would hear the lock click. I frowned, and decided to go outside to our garden.

I sat on a marble bench, and opened a journal I had brought with me and began to draw one of the flowers in front of me.

"I didn't know you were still drawing."

I jumped out of fright and saw Harry making his way towards me. I sighed.

"From time to time, not too often." I answered shortly hoping he would get the message I was in no mood to talk.

However he sat next to me on the bench but sat on the other end to keep a distance.

"I'm sorry I got upset at you earlier. Now knowing what I know, public could mean a lot of things. And it was definitely public even if it wasn't being shown on tv." He apologized.

I didn't respond and continued drawing but with Harry here now I seemed to keep messing up a certain line. I began to grow frustrated with myself.

"How are you feeling after today? You think they bought it?" Harry asked me trying to create any kind of conversation.

"I do think so, yes." I finally spoke, but kept my eyes on my paper.

I was starting to hate my drawing and felt like crumpling this sheet up.

"I'm really proud of you. I even bought both of your lies, but wow. What Louis said up there? What an absolute dick." Harry scoffed and gave a sarcastic laugh.

That made me immediately look up from my paper to him with anger.

"Excuse you?"

"I mean of all the lies he could've possibly said, he had to go with the one that makes her look mentally ill." He said shaking his head.

I shook my head and slammed my journal shut. Harry looked to me utterly confused and watched as I removed myself from the bench.

"Where are you going? Wait, what's the matter?" Harry quickly asked and ran after me as I paced back to the house.

"What's the matter?! What's the matter?? The matter is is that you have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about!!!! You have no idea what she's done in the past, and you have no idea what Louis has been through!!! I know I told you about my marriage, but that doesn't mean you know everything!!! Stop talking about my husband when you actually know nothing!!! Bloody hell!!!" I cursed at him trying to catch my breath as I stormed into my home.

The nerve of Harry!!!! Jesus!!!!!

The afternoon went by dreadfully slow and the more I pondered about my conversation with Harry, the more and more I felt guilty. While Harry had no right to assume he knows all, I shouldn't have gotten as mad as I did. Louis was still in the office, and I wondered if he fell asleep in there. He was awfully quiet, and he hadn't come out to use the restroom, get water, or eat.

Dinner time rolled around, and I waited for him to join me in the kitchen like usual but the door to his office never opened. With Louis blocked off it seemed like my day was going by painfully slow.

As mad as Louis was, I knew he had to be starving by now but his pride would get in the way. So I put his meal on a tray, along with his favorite beer. I only hoped he would open his door soon so he could have his meal hot and his beer cold, but I knew as long as I was present, he wouldn't come out.

So with that, I gave a soft knock on the door and made my way upstairs to our room. I closed, but didn't lock, the door to our room and knocked out as soon as my head touched my pillow.