Glass Hearts ||L.T||

high school sweethearts

-Louis Pov

She's avoided me for 3 days.

I knew I would scare her off, but I figured she would be forced to face me sooner or later... especially since Morgan basically dragged her to every meeting we had for the wedding.

But she avoided me like the plague. If I tried to speak to her, she would leave the room. If I got too close to her, she would hide away with Alex until Morgan called me to help Ellie pick out whatever they were deciding on for the reception. There was absolutely no way of talking to her without being cut off, or being too noticeable.

But I couldn't blame her. The words that slipped through my mouth the other night would have scared me off too if I had known she was engaged. But they just felt natural to say to her, and I was still trying to understand why and how they felt so natural.

As I watch my fiancé pick out dishes for the three course meal we will be having, I can't help but admire her beauty. Ellie is my princess. Has been since we were Sophomores in high school. She has been the love of my life for what seems like forever, and my feelings towards her grow more and more everyday as though it's the very first day over and over again.

Why I felt so strongly about Riley the night she kissed me is still unknown to me, but I cannot deny the feelings held within me when she detached her lips from mine and ran away. It felt almost like tasting a bit of heaven as we kissed, and then suddenly being struck down to earth when she left me in the middle of the crowd, speechless.

I don't know what led me to find her that night, but when I did and she stood there, under the New York lights, I couldn't help but to find her to be a piece of art. Shaped differently from anything else I've ever seen, but being as beautiful as I could imagine.

I don't understand why I was having such feelings for a complete stranger, but I knew the only way I could get answers was if I got to speak to her alone. One on one.

But that wasn't happening anytime soon, not at the rate that we were going at.

"Louis, what do you think? Should the napkins be shaped as hearts, or just twisted in this gold ring?" I looked at my soon-to-be-wife and looked at both the napkin sets she had held in her petite hands. I looked at both and pointed towards the rolled napkin with the gold ring. She gave me a smile and began to talk to Morgan again, placing the heart napkin down and pointing out something about the gold ring napkin.

I watched how Ellie's eyes lit up as she talked, and I realized that in that moment, I loved her. I truly did love Ellie with everything within me, and I felt the ping of guilt I had when I would begin to think about Riley.

Riley, Riley, Riley.

What was so interesting about her that I couldn't keep my mind on much of anything else?

What was so great about this small town girl that led me to wonder what her favorite color was, or what her go-to ice cream was?

What was it about Riley that I was so intrigued?

I didn't know, and it frustrated me because I knew deep within me, Ellie was the one I wanted to have at the end of the day. Ellie was the girl I saw myself with in 50 years, when we are both wrinkly and sagging in all the wrong places. She's the one I want at the end of every day, to hold and to kiss. To have senseless arguments with, and to love for eternity. She was it for me. She is all that I want.

But the nagging of seeing Riley's face in the back of my mind was killing me, and I wanted to know why I was beginning to think of her so often.

I would never cheat on my Ellie; never. But I cannot deny the sparks I felt when Riley kissed me. I didn't know where they came from, and I didn't know why I felt them, but I was desperate for answers.

"So, I think maybe we can just do these lasts bits on our own, since your fiancé doesn't seem very interested," I hear Morgan giggle and I look at both her and Ellie as they stand up, looking at me with amusement In their eyes.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. And Ellie only shakes her head.

"It's okay, babe. We'll only be a hour or so, shouldn't take us too long." She says as she leans up to kiss my cheek. The spark within her touch made my knees go weak.

"Maybe you can keep Riley company? She doesn't seem too interested," Morgan laughs as she looks at her cousin. Riley's eyes shoot up to us three and she stands from her seat.

"No, I don't mind going!" She immediately tells Morgan.

"It's really okay," Morgsn assures her cousin, and I see the life from Riley's face has drained.

"We'll only be an hour or so. Alex will be here shortly before us, but Louis will be with you. It'll give you two time to get to know one another, Morgan smiles at Riley, and I sort of feel giddy for whatever reason.

"But I mean-"

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," I speak up, interrupting Riley. She gives me a soft glare, and I laugh lightly.

This is my chance to understand why I feel the way I do about her. And I've only got one hour.

"But-"

"Great! You two have fun. If you need anything you have my number," Morgan reassures Riley and goes to give her a hug.

"I'll take care of her," I tell Morgan and I hear Riley scoff.

"You two have fun," Ellie squeals as she hugs and kisses me goodbye.

I watch as Riley turns her attention from me and Ellie, down to her shoes, and I feel weird about it.

"Alright. Bye guys!" Morgan finally says, ushering Ellie out of the room. I wave them goodbye and wait for the door to close before turning around to look at Riley.

She looks at me with widened eyes, and I feel a bit nervous now. I wipe my clammy hands on my jeans and take a couple steps towards Riley. She takes a couple steps back, and I just stand still. I watch her nervously scratch her head, and reach for her phone in her pocket.

"You might want to put that away," I say softly. "We have a lot to talk about."

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Picture of Morgan to the side. (a.k.a Shay Mitchell!)