You're Still The One// L.S.

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Eleanor threw her arms around Louis' neck and hugged him as tightly as she possibly could. "Oh, Louis. This is... This is plainly amazing, my love, thank you so much, baby. I love you." She said, excitement and happiness clouding her speech as well as her mind.

"I love you too, El. And I'm so sorry," Louis said, but Eleanor silenced him with a kiss. Louis was shocked and uncertain at first, but eventually gave in and kissed her back with equal passion.

Eleanor kept the bouquet on the table, while kissing him, and pulled him into the bedroom. He looked up in confusion but it was clear what her intentions were when she began removing his clothes. He stopped kissing her and said, "El..." but she shushed him with another kiss.

Both fell on the bed, half-naked, with Louis on top of Eleanor, Eleanor lost in her lust for Louis. Louis sighed. He knew that this was a battle already lost and gave in to her wishes.

.-.-.-.

Eleanor was asleep now but Louis was wide awake. He couldn't close his eyes without flashbacks of a few minutes ago renting his mind. Flashbacks that wouldn't pay for living in his head, but Louis couldn't get them to evacuate the place. Fucking flashbacks.

He sighed, rolled away from Eleanor's warm body, and picked up his phone. Social media was rightly called a distraction. A distraction from everything in your mind. A distraction from everything around you. A distraction that helped you run away from your problems faster than you ever could on your own. A distraction from all hurtful things that people tell you, intentionally or unintentionally.

He scrolled through Instagram and saw a picture of Liam and Zayn kissing, posted by Zayn. He chuckled, but couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous. He ignored his feelings, as per usual, and decided to comment something cheeky under the post.

Hopefully, Liam and Zayn would laugh at the comment and remember to invite him as a third-wheeler next time.

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Harry flopped down on his bed after a very busy day.

Alessandro had given him another chance to showcase his modeling skills, by signing him for another shoot. The clothes had been brilliant, so, there had been hardly any reason to refuse this opportunity. And why should he refuse? He had no life, except for his career, and he was glad that at least his career was soaring to new heights every day. For now, that was enough. Not that he expected any drastic changes in his future. He was sure he had no future, except, of course, Gucci.

He picked up his phone from the bedside stand and called Niall. When Niall answered the call, he asked, "Where the hell are you? It's 11 pm." "I'm-I had gone to meet a friend. I'm on my way, anyway. I'll be there in 5." Niall replied, but his voice was muffled by the loud noise of vehicles in the background. Harry hung up with an "Okay" and switched apps from contacts to Instagram.

There was a time when Harry used to hate social media. He didn't have social media at that time and had never intended to either. But, look at him now. Never say never, perhaps. It wasn't a choice, however. He just picked this up when nobody was picking him up, both literally and metaphorically. Loneliness used to kill him. Not that it didn't now, but the degree has changed somewhat. And maybe he should be thanking social media for that... Or maybe not, considering the fact that he had brought this upon himself? Mhm. Well, to say the least, he deserved this.

Harry saw a post by Zayn, it was a picture of him kissing the brown-eyed guy whose picture he had seen at Zayn's home, and had found familiar. Apparently, his name was Liam. Wait, the name sounded a bit familiar, too, though. Well, you couldn't blame him for finding this man entirely familiar. He met several people from several companies on a daily basis. Liam could be anyone, from the boss of a company to the peon of a company. Except, he was apparently dating Zayn, and Zayn didn't bother to tell him that.