Drunk on Fame (1D fanfic)

5 - Louis

~~~ Louis ~~~

I looked in the mirror, and for the first time in months, I really looked. 

My once playful, bright eyes were now a sad shade of grey, the before shining blue had been tainted with sadness after she... Eleanor... Had left.

In the reflection, I saw something moving, and a brunette head popped out from under the duvet.  

"Eleanor!" I exclaimed, excited. Somehow she had returned and was laying in her usual place in my bed! 

Eleanor cocked her head to the side before running her hand through her glossy brown hair, and stomping out of the room. Wow. She'd gotten a lot taller than how I remembered her. Although I was so happy to have her back that I didn't even care. Maybe now my life could return to normal, or as normal as possible for me, now I knew that Eleanor wanted me back, my life could be complete again, without the haunting sadness of our last memories.

I threw on a blue striped shirt and some red shorts, remembering how she liked me to dress, before heading to the kitchen, where she sat in my white dressing gown, drinking coffee.

"Babe!" I whispered, through my grin, wrapping my arms around her waist.  

I felt her shoulders lift in approval of her nickname, before she tilted her head backwards, allowing me to kiss her forehead. 

That's when I noticed.

Where were her full lips, tanned skin, and cinnamon eyes that used to make me weak at the knees? Where was her elegant nose, and strong cheekbones? Where was Eleanor? 

I sprung back, and 'Eleanor' hopped off the stool toward me. She snaked her arms around my waist, waiting for me to make the next move.  

I looked down into the deep pools of brown. Nothing special, just plain, ordinary chocolate brown orbs, ringed with a thick layer of eye-liner. Her nose was cute, but not streamlined and sophisticated like it used to be. And her lips were so different. Not hinting a plush, playful smile, but bearing a straight line, with thin lips, only looking like they wanted to be bitten. 

This wasn't Eleanor. 

I slapped her hands away from my waist and sprinted to the bedroom where I slammed the bedroom door shut, and broke down on the bed.

I clawed at my hair, baring my teeth as distraught tears seeped onto the sheets. I remembered the events of last night, and how I had brought this woman home, just to comfort me, like I had so many other times before. Just to help me forget the pain of losing Eleanor for a couple of hours. This girl was pretty and kind, but too savage for me, too rough. And most of all, she wasn't Eleanor.