My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

Paris pt.1

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

It was Thursday the day before the start of the trip and Liam, Zayn, Harry and Louis were having dinner at their flat.

They were halfway through the meal when Louis' phone rang. He looked at the caller ID and swallowed thickly, slowly putting the phone back down, but Harry noticed.

"Who's that, babe? You can take it, no worries." Harry smiled before taking a sip from his coke.

"Uhm, n-no it's not important." Louis rushed out but Harry shot him a look.

"Who is it?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"E-Eleanor." Louis stammered.

"Answer the call and put it on fucking speaker. Now." Harry snapped and Louis quickly obeyed not wanting to have another fight because of her.

Liam and Zayn were watching the scene amused. They didn't need TV, Louis and Harry's relationship was much more fun anyway.

"Hello?" Louis asked into the phone before putting it on speaker.

"Hi baby." Eleanor chirped and Harry glared at the display gripping his fork tightly.

"Hey, El. What's up?" Louis asked confused.

"Well, I just wanted to ask you something...do you have a minute?" She asked softly.

"Actually, I-" Louis started, but Harry elbowed him in the ribs harshly. "Y-yes, of course." He said nervously. He had a feeling he was going to regret it.

"Great! I was wondering if we...you know...well, last time didn't go well, if you know what I mean...and I thought maybe it's a good opportunity when we share a room anyway, and I'm just...packing my suitcase and I thought I'd ask you what your favourite colour is...you know to get in the mood..." Eleanor stammered, but Louis couldn't concentrate on her blabbering because Harry was so close to blow up, his head was red with rage and he shot daggers at Louis. Louis' eyes widened not only because his boyfriend was ready to kill him, but also because he couldn't understand what Eleanor had just said.

"Lou? Are you there?" Eleanor's voice rang through the phone again. Everyone stared at the phone, not really registering what was going on.

"W-what do you mean we share a room?" Louis asked horrified.

"Well, we're together and we can save money that way, so why not?" Eleanor said nonchalantly. "And don't you think it's time to finally go all the way in our relationship and sleep together?"

"We can't share a room!" Louis exclaimed shocked.

"And why not? " Eleanor asked irritated.

"B-because...it would be inappropriate. We are there with our students and not on holiday or shit." Louis huffed but his stomach turned just at the thought of it and god, he was so fucked.

"Well, too late. I already booked." Eleanor said nonchalantly.

"You what? Are you fucking with me? Why didn't you ask me first?" Louis was really getting angry now.

"Why do you have such a problem with it?" Eleanor huffed.

"Because maybe I want to have my privacy! First you practically force me into this trip and now I don't even have my fucking peace when we're there? Are you fucking serious?" Louis shouted indignantly.

"I don't know what your problem is now, really. But I really hope you can sort out your bullshit by tomorrow." Eleanor snapped and hung up.

Louis just stared at the black screen as he processed what had just happened.