Eleanor and Louis : together.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"Louis!" Eleanor cried, "answer me! What happened that night that you didn't tell me?"

She started crying again, burying her face in her shaking hands.

Louis's heart broke. He reached out to hold her but she feebly smacked his hand away, glowering at him.

"Fucking EXPLAIN, Louis," she insisted.

"It-- It wasn't anything really," Louis tried.

"Stop it!"

"We were at the Red Door and we were both drunk and things got a little out of hand, and--"

"At what time during this did you think of me?" Eleanor cried. "Did I register through your mind at all?"

"Why do you think I stopped him?" Louis yelled helplessly, not admitting that he had kissed Harry. He could see Eleanor slipping away further and further with every word he spoke.

"I know there's more that you aren't telling me," Eleanor accused. " I trusted you, Louis! I fucking love you!"

She looked wildly around the room, glancing haphazardly and finally down at her banded fourth finger. She ripped the ring off her finger and threw it, glinting as it flew from her finger and slid under the refrigerator.

"Loved you." She spat, "Not love you."

In deliberate, determined steps she strode across the kitchen and to the front door.

With a strangled sob, she threw open the door and fell out into the soupy, muggy summer night.

It took everything inside Louis for him to not smash his head against the countertop or to grab a steak knife from the knife block and end it all.

Louis blamed it on Harry, the bastard. What the hell was he thinking that night, anyways? Now Eleanor was alone at night in nothing more than shorts and a blouse without her phone or her keys or anything!

Before running into his room, Louis carefully moved the refrigerator and took the ring, burying it deep into his pocket.

Louis grabbed a bunch of his stuff from his bedside table and shoved it in his pockets, stumbling blindly out the front door.

Jesus, it was dark. Louis almost started crying then and there.

He looked desperately up and down the street. Where the fuck should he go? Where the fuck had SHE gone?

Louis fished his phone out of his pocket and called the only person he thought he could trust-- Liam.

"Hello? Louis, what the hell? It's late and--"

"Liam, listen to me. I made a fucking huge mistake and Eleanor ran out the door and I need to find her and... And..."

"I'm coming, Louis."

In less than ten minutes, Liam's car pulled up and he jumped out.

"I don't know what happened, or what the HELL you did, Louis; I'm not gonna tell you that you messed up really badly and lost the best thing you had going for you, because you know that. All I'm going to tell you is,"

Louis took a deep breath as the tears slipped down his cheeks.

"All I'm going to tell you is pull yourself together and walk that way," he pointed to the left and sighed, enveloping his shaking brother in a tight hug.

"Louis, go," he said softy, walking the opposite way.

Louis nodded and practically ran down the street, calling, "Eleanor!" Eleanor, please!"

After running breathlessly for about twenty minutes, and losing hope gradient by gradient, Louis spotted a leggy body running along the street.

"Eleanor!" he called, "Eleanor, I'm sorry, I--"

He saw Eleanor turn around, panic stricken.

He watched in horror as she tripped off the curb, falling into the street motionless.

He watched the land rover rumble into the street.

He heard the sickening crunch and her tortured scream, "Louis!

"Eleanor!"

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