Eleanor and Louis : together.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

"L-last September?" Louis choked.

"Don't lie." Eleanor almost sighed, "Just... Don't."

"How did you figure it out?" Louis asked, eyes locked on Eleanor's toes. They were painted a grungy pink with blue yin-yangs on the big toes. Louis could imagine them walking out the door and leaving him far, far behind.

"I-- I didn't know for sure," Eleanor said softly, the conversation becoming awkward. "I had... Danielle knew. Liam told her. She only found it right to tell me." Louis thought she'd be angry at first, but she just looked, well, sad. "So it is true, then?"

Louis raised his eyes half an inch. Eleanor's calves. "How much do you know?"

"Not much. Just that something happened with you and Harry." Why didn't you tell me?"

Eleanor's knees.

"I-- I thought you'd be mad."

Thighs.

"Louis."

Eleanor's crossed arms.

"Louis!"

Eleanor's teary, brown eyes. "What happened?" she pleaded.

Louis zoned back to that one September night seven months ago.

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Seven months ago, September 22nd

Louis and the rest of the boys were all very, very drunk. They were at Cameo, an Opium- group house music nightclub while on a tour stop near Miami Beach.

Louis and Liam wove through the crowds of people grinding to the pulsating movement, trying to fend off desperate, hopelessly drunk women.

"Hey there," a particularly trashy blonde slurred, stumbling past Liam. Liam just shook his head and smiled, grabbing Louis's arm and pulling him down to a seat in front of the bar.

"Two screwdrivers, please," Louis held up two fingers and watched sleepily as the bartender poured the vodka into the orange juice, sliding it across the bar.

Louis and Liam caught theirs between two fingers as it was on its way down and took a couple swigs.

"Have you seen the rest of'm?" Liam gestured with his head at the dance floor where clusters of sweaty bodies were jostling against one another.

Louis shook his head. "Niall and Zayn are probably together," he shouted over the thumping bass, finishing his drink and standing up. "You go find them and I'll go find Harry."

Louis and Liam slapped palms before separating.

Liam headed off to the right of the bar to find Niall and Zayn who were, no doubt, making fools of themselves on the dance floor. He sidestepped a couple making out, moonwalked past a line of girls sloppily grinding, and rocked along with three girls who were shaking their hips to the beat.

He stumbled upon Zayn and Niall, getting dangerously close in the gritty light near the bathrooms.

"Come on," he chuckled, grabbing them by their hood and collar and yanking them back with him to the bar to wait for Louis, "before you two do anything you'll regret tomorrow."

Unfortunately, Louis and Harry were both piss drunk by the time they had found each other at the elevator that was out of order. The elevator went up to a second dance floor and VIP- lounge- thingy that the boys found unnecessary and irrelevant.

"Wanna go upstairs, Lou?" Harry twirled his finger in Louis's hair and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the stairs on the opposite side of the club. Oblivious to Liam's constant calls, Louis started up the stairs, steadying himself against the wall by splaying out his palm on it whenever he felt dizzy or nauseous.

Before he was up the fifth step, a hand shot out from behind him and grabbed his hip, dangerously close to Louis's pelvis.

"Woah," Harry slurred, "almost fell there."

Louis swallowed a laugh that quickly turned to a languid panic as Harry tripped again, reaching and clasping for anything nearby that might support him-- and it just so happened that the nearest thing Harry grabbed was Louis's crotch.

Louis felt embarrassed for a second, then succumbed to the alcohol and hormones raging through his system. Stifling a moan, he looked into Harry's feisty green eyes as he reached for Harry's belt and slowly...carefully... pulled.