a/n: TW: assault, self harm, mild mention of drugs
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Louis Tomlinson
"Oioiiiii, looks who's out of her pit so early," I shout at Elle with a smile on my face as she rubs her eyes, clearly just waking up.
She gives me a small smile and makes her way to the kitchen.
She pours water into the kettle and waits for it to boil.
She's hunched over the counter with her forehead secured in her hands.
"You alright Elle?" Zayn speaks to her properly for the first time since she's been here. I just observe.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, yeah I'm fine," She straightens her back and jumps up to sit on the counter.
She still has her eyes squinted, like the lights hurt them and her hair is messy, just a bit of bed head.
"Where are we even going today?" she asks, her eyes down at her nails.
"You'll just have to find out, princess," Harry pipes up from the living room.
"We're going to Las Vegas, and then continuing our tour from there, we'll fill you in on everything don't worry," I say it as nicely as I possibly could, I don't want her to feel uncomfortable.
"Oh cool," the kettle whistles and she hops down. She pours the water into the cup that already has coffee, sugar and milk in it.
She starts making her way back to the stairs.
"Shouldn't you eat something?" Zayn asks, sounding genuinely concerned.
"Oh I don't like eating first thing in the morning, I'll probably grab something later on. Thanks though." She smiles back at us and makes her way up the stairs.
Elliot Horan
Louis and Zayn were so sweet at breakfast, Harry's being a dick as usual.
I get changed into a casual outfit. An oversized graphic t-shirt and cycling shorts.
My bags are packed and I need to carry them downstairs.
I pick the first one up, it's heavier than i thought, so I just decide to roll it down the hall.
I hear footsteps move towards me as I reach the first step.
Harry is stood behind me.
I try to lift the suitcase down the stairs. It's really heavy.
It's also a spiral staircase which makes it so much worse. I finally manage to get it down the first step.
I hear a loud sigh from behind me, making me look up.
Harry looks frustrated and impatient. His hands in his flannel pockets, his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed.
If he wants to get down the stairs so bad, why doesn't he take my bag.
"It's heavy okay? I'm trying," I try to reason with him. My tone matching my frustration.
"Well maybe you should try harder, princess,"
"Elle, c'mon we gotta go," Niall's voice stretches from the living room.
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