Eleanor and Louis : together.

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

When Louis and Eleanor emerged from the bedroom hand in hand, they were exhausted and still giggling from their morning sexcapade.

Louis frowned when he saw the good breakfast all gone to waste on the kitchen table.

"We've been gone for like two hours, El." Louis shook his head and cleared the table.

"You still up for that Curiously Cinnamon?" Eleanor asked, grabbing the box from on top of the refrigerator.

"But of course-" Louis began, chuckling, until he heard the tones of his phone ringing from somewhere in the flat.

Louis stalked through the house, throwing pillows, lifting cushions and going through cabinets and drawers. He lifted the sheets on the bed until his phone rang again and vibrated. Louis turned his head, spotting his iPhone on their bedside table, charging. Grabbing it and jogging out to the living room where Eleanor was sitting and watching The Vicar, he dropped lazily and comfortably beside her.

He scanned through the three text messages he had received, all from Liam.

"Liam asked if he and Danielle could come over," Louis steadied his eyes on the television, draping his arm around her.

"What time?" Eleanor stood up and shook her hair out of the messy bun it was in, raking her fingers through it. She walked to the kitchen and slid her slim fingers into a large jar atop the microwave, pulling out a bag of microwaveable popcorn to make.

"Erm, now." Louis braced himself for the whirlwind.

"NOW?" Eleanor cried. "Louis, I'm still in my pajamas, for Christ's sake!" She abandoned the popcorn on the countertop and ran to the bedroom.

Sighing, Louis paused The Vicar-- it was just getting to the good part-- and huffed to their room to pull on a pair of jeans and a t- shirt.

He smiled when his hands came across his Columbia Records t-shirt that he had worn on that one date with Eleanor.

El slid on a beaded Peter Pan-collared black shirt over shorts and stood back to look at herself in the mirror, frowning.

She reached for the dresser and grabbed three different brands of mascara, dabbing at her eyes quickly with the wands.

"Ow," she swiped at her eye, "I just stabbed myself. Great."

"Just slow down, El. It's Liam and Danielle for crying out loud, Jesus. It's not like you've never seen them before." Louis began.

"Yeah, but this is the first time they're gonna see us after-- we're engaged now, Louis." Eleanor reminded him. "We have to look put together."

"We don't have to do anything," Louis said stubbornly. "Nothing's changed. You're gorgeous, stop with the freaking mascara already!"

The doorbell rang. Eleanor shrieked, grabbed brushes and various compacts full of powders, and ran to the bathroom. Louis threw his hands up in the air and went to the door.

Liam and Danielle stood there, fingers intertwined. Louis couldn't help but notice the glinting gold bands around their ring fingers-- they'd gotten married over a year and a half ago.

Louis didn't even have to say 'come in' before they made themselves at home on the couch.

"Is Eleanor sleeping?" Danielle asked, concerned.

"Nah," Louis shook his head, closing the door and walking over to them. He scratched his head, "she's still getting ready. You know how she can be someti-"