"Fucking--" Louis heaves, pacing back and forth around his hotel room, "Eleanor, listen, alright? It's not that I don't want you to come here with me. I do, fuck I really do, but you've got school and all and I don't want you to be held back."
"I just miss you, 's all." She sniffles, frustrated and lonely.
"I miss you, too, alright? I do." Louis promises, biting on his forefinger, "But I can't have you leaving school. That'll cause you trouble in your studies and you're graduating soon, Eleanor."
"But your tour won't end until later this year. We don't even know if you're going to be attending my ceremony." She practically wails. Louis feels bad.
"I will." He promises again, "I promise that. I'll attend your ceremony."
"And if you don't?"
"Damnit, El, I already said I will, alright?" Louis can't help but grumble out, "Stop being so dubious."
She sniffles, shooting back weakly, "Well, I can't really avoid that when you're all the way across the world."
"So you've lost trust in me, is that it?" Louis huffs. He doesn't really need this. He's tired, and all he wants is to sleep and he's had a very bad day, fuck.
"That's not what I said!"
"Then try to understand that it's not only me who's loving this! I hate being away from you!" Louis admits.
"I.." she hiccups, clearly sobbing now, "I'll call you back tomorrow."
"What did I do this time?" Louis groans.
"Just ... bye, Louis!" She hangs up, and Louis throws his phone over his shoulder where it lands on his bed. He doesn't know what's happening, really. It's like their relationship is out of control and something's not right. Something's missing. Their balance is missing, their understanding and it's always about bantering and always seeing who wins in a small, irrelevant argument. He always inwardly sighs whenever Eleanor either calls, or texts. He doesn't know what's happening.
It all fuels more when he wakes up the next morning. He slams his hand on his alarm clock and sits up lazily with a groan. He drops back once again, but shots up as he sees a bunch of luggage beside his bed. At first he thinks that maybe Harry came to his room and packed all his shit up so he'd be all ready for the bus and all. He visibly relaxes, but then someone else emerges from the bathroom and Louis shoots up again.
"Eleanor!" Louis frowns in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"I.." She puts down the hair dryer she has in her hand, "I wanted us to talk."
Louis groans, loudly this time, shows how frustrated he is as he stands up. He grabs a shirt and pulls it on, "You could've just called me or skype-d me. God, El, You can't just spend hundreds of pounds and leave school yet again just to argue with me."
"I said talk, not argue!" She throws her arms.
"We'll get there, anyway!" Louis points out, "And I just literally told you last night that you leaving school constantly will pull you back because of the credits! You asked me to attend your goddamn ceremony, and I will, but what happens if you did get pulled back, huh?"
"You have no right to talk to me like that!" She gasps, "Why are you so sure that every conversation we have will turn into an argument?! Have you los--"
Louis yells, "Because it's been like this for weeks, Eleanor! We fight and we babble to each other like idiots and we have no filter anymore!"
"Well, I came here to fix everything!" She argues back, "I thought that ... that if I come here we'll be able to talk it out and be like before."
"Are you sure we'll be able to go back like we were before?"
"Be mature, please, Louis!" She cries out, "You always think that you're greater than anybody and you're too fucking sassy and it's too much!"
"You want to change me? Is that it? You want me to quit being a smart ass so I can be your perfect boyfriend?" I scoff, "That's not happening, Eleanor. I'm not going to change myself for anyone, not even for you."
Eleanor doesn't bother to shoot anything back, but she surely is crying. She heaves a sob, before shouldering past Louis and leaving the hotel room.
Louis gets back at his hotel room after a show to get his luggage, he finds Eleanor's missing. And that's how he knows that it's over.
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girl almighty • larry stylinson
Fanfic❝I still love her, you know?❞ ❝Yeah,❞ Harry scoffs, experimentally making a hard thrust up, ❝You're doing a pretty great job at it.❞ or an au wherein Elounor is as real as it could be, but Larry is, too. -mature -short chapters