Pigeons,Carrots, and a boy named Louis

Chapter 27- Shhh.. don't tell

~~~~~~( Louis' P.O.V )~~~~~~

"You aren't getting her back." I growl as I pour myself a cup of tea, Harry glaring at me over my shoulder. "I didn't say I wanted her back."

What a delightful Tuesday morning...why did I get out of bed? Believe it or not it actually started off pretty decent until I came down for breakfast. El and I were in bed, cuddling and watching the classical movie 'Grease' until we heard murmurs down the hall. The murmurs were clear enough to tell that it was Harry and Taylor starting another fight again, as always. To me, something is very odd about them. Harry has never been into country singing innocent girls before until Eleanor rejected him, which was only two and a half weeks ago.

Anyways, so I went downstairs to get El and I some tea, minding my own business and then Harry comes out of nowhere and starts to watch me. He was watching me as if I was planting a bomb in the tea bags or something ridiculous like that. The watching then turned to glaring, AND I WAS JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS JUST TO REMIND YOU ALL!!

After a few minutes of the glaring, it started to really agitate me and make me feel uncomfortable. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable? Like really, to have someone glaring at you for no apparent reason. So I come out with my thoughts, "You aren't getting her back." That's the only reason why I could imagine him acting childish like this.

Then the kid has the nerve to say that he didn't say he wanted her back. He does have a point because he wasn't verbally saying anything but his eyes were saying his feelings, his feelings that he hates me and wants El.

"You don't want her back? Are you sure?" I ask, giving him a questionable look while promiscuously sipping my tea. "I'm dating Taylor for a reason aren't I?" He debates, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh so now you want to play with fire Mr.Styles? "True, you are but maybe not for the right reason. Dating? That's what you want to call your argumentative out breaks with her that occur every 5 minutes?" He raises his eyebrows, "At least I didn't have sex with her sister." I roll my eyes, I can't believe he's still going to drag that on. How many times do I have to tell him? "At least I don't have to ask El to make love to me, unlike little miss conservative Taylor who wont even let you buy her a bra." I fight back, trying to regain my coolness. "At least my girlfriend doesn't have a kid.. wait excuse me, a dead kid." He snaps.

"Excuse me?" Eleanor's voice speaks, as him and I turn around and see her and Taylor flawed at what Harry just said. My eyes widen as she takes a few steps closer to Harry, her chest a centimeter away from his. "At least Louis had the nerve to show up at my son's funeral, unlike you."

It's quiet as Harry throws his hands up in surrender, taking a few steps back from her. She keeps a death lock on him as she walks away, steam fuming from her. I can't believe he went there with that remark, that was way out of line and for Eleanor to hear that..oh god.

"El bear wait up!" I call as I chase after her, leaving the frightened Taylor and Harry Styles in the kitchen. Eleanor's going to be a wreck for the rest of the day, I see it now.

~~~~~~( Liam's P.O.V )~~~~~~

I look down at the little black Tiffany box on the ground. The little black Tiffany box that just fell out of Louis' coat pocket. The little black Tiffany box that resembles a promise, a commitment, an engagement ring. An engagement ring...

Louis proposing to Eleanor? What!? No.. he can't be. I swallow hard as I kneel down next to the box, carefully lifting the lid, my heart pounding in my chest. I shouldn't be doing this, this is none of my business. I look down at the box in my hands.. well.. maybe it wouldn't be too bad if I took a little peek. Just a little one.

I open the lid, my eyes widening at the sight of a beautiful diamond ring, glistening in the dim lited living room. There's 3 diamonds, the biggest one is in the middle, and two smaller ones on each side of the big one. Eleanor is going to love this.

"Liam?"

I quickly close the lid and shove it into Lou's jacket pocket. "Yep that's me!" I turn around to see Niall standing in the door way, his eyebrows raised. "What did you just put in Lou's pocket." "Nothing.." "Lier, what's in there?"

No use of lying to Nialler, the kid can see through anything. "Umm.." I procrastinate, trying to buy myself some time. "Just spit it out!" "A ring."

A smile forms on Niall's face as he starts to jump up and down like a little school girl. "Oh my god we have to tell her so she can look beautiful for when he proposes!!!" Before I can comprehend what's going on, Niall starts to run off, "NO NIALL!!!" I yell, chasing after him.

"ELEANOR!!!" He yells, running through the hallways looking for the pretty brunette. "ELEANOR DON'T LISTEN TO NIALL!!!" I yell, tackling the Irish idiot to the ground. "DUDE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINK-" "What's going on?"

My eyes shoot up to see El standing before us, all dressed up and looking pretty. "Guys seriously? Lou's taking me out so please hurry on what you wanted to tell me."

The thick Irish accent blurts out, "Lou is going to.."

~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~

Is Niall going to blow the secret? Is Harry going to support the engagement IF it happens? Damn.. how's Taylor going to take all of this drama?

hmmmm... what is going to happen...

don..don..don..

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