Louis banged on Eleanors door, paying no heed to anyone who saw him. "Eleanor!" He called through the door. It took several minutes before Eleanor opened the door, looking annoyed, at least until she saw Louis' face, the tears on his cheeks. She pulled him inside without a word, and started a kettle of tea. He sat on the couch, shaking, as Elenor hustled around him, preparing to comfort him. But he couldn't focus on anything. His mind was dull, blank, and his eyes reflected that. Eleanor finished the tea and set a steaming cup in his hand. His fingers closed around it, but he made no move to drink any of it. Eleanor sat next to him, rubbing his back as he stared into space. She didn't push him to speak, but eventually he did anyways.
"I've been replaced Eleanor." His voice was dull and emotionless. "He's gone and replaced me."
Elenor didn't knkw what Louis could possibly be talking about. There was no way that Harry would replace Louis, not as a best friend. She couldn't fathom what could possibly drive Louis into believing he had.
"I'm sure that's not true. Wjat happened?" She asked. Louis took a deep breath and lifted his long cold tea to his lips, sipping at it tiredly.
"He was sleeping with Liam. I've been replaced Elenor. This is the second time he's fallen asleep without me. And now he's sleeping with Liam." Louis shook his head, setting the tea down and placing his head in his hands. "I've been replaced."
Eleanor pulled Louis towards her, knowing that he was about to break down. And break down Louis did. He sobbed, crying over what vould have been, if he had only been braver, brave enough to tell Harry his feelings. Elenor held him, knowing the comfort her arms offered was an empty reassurance. What Louis needed was Harry, and Elenor knew that full well. But she also knew from what Louis had told her, that Harry was busy sleeping, without Louis for once in his life. She couldn't tell you if this would be a step forward for the lovestruck boys, or if it would be three steps back. From the way Louis was staring forward, his eyes focused in nothing, she could only guess that it would be three steps back.
"I'm sorry Louis." Was a'll she could think to say. She had never been the best at comforting people, especially not if the person was her sort-of-boyfriend-who-was-in-love-with-his-best-friend-and-she-always-gave-romance-advice-to. (A/n that seems really stupid now, but it took me like 5 minutes to type, so it's staying like that). She honestly wasn't even sure that the situation could be fixed, and she certainly didn't know how to fix it. But Louis seemed perfectly contentious to jist cry, honor asking nice for reassurance.
It was a very long time before Louis lifted his head and rubbed his tears away from his eyes. But when he finally did, his face was set with determination.
"I'm done with him El. I am going to get over him." He stated, his voice shaking and his vulnerability obvious. But he seemed utterly convinced with his words. "From this day forward, I am not going to think abiut him as any more than a friend."
Louis reached for his tea, taking a sip and trying to make his shaking hands less obvious. Eleanor watched him, seeing how weak he was, and how strong he was trying to be. She rubbed his sholder gently. If Louis was to succeed in his plan, it wouldn't be inly one step forward, it would be ten. But at the same time, Eleanor knew Louis could never succeed. He had given his entire heart to Harry, and getting even a little part of it back would be a task too great for anyone to handle. All Elenor could do as she watched Louis try to be strong was hope that Louis wouldn't try so hard to reclaim his heart from Harry that he ended up breaking himself. Because while Louis would never get over Harry, sometimes it was vest to just move on. And in time, he would grow a new heart, one he wouldn't be so quick to give away. At least that's what Elenor hoped. (A/n I was trying to be really philosophical, and i think it ended in Elenor having very conflicting thoughts. Sorry.)
