The Mutual opposition

To fight fire with fire

Louis's POV

"Why did you wake me up so early?!" several of them complain.

"The same thing we did yesterday?" Niall inquires, "So Li will be out with Sophia, Harry'll be re watching The Notebook, Zayn'll be fucking Roxanne, And you'll just stand there cluelessly while I go ahead and steal yer girl" he finishes complacently.

I roll my eyes.

I know I must've provoked Niall somehow.

And whenever that happens, he'll continue to do so relentlessly until I figure out what I did wrong, or give him somewhat of an absentminded half-assed apology.

The door clicks open and Harry walks in with two trays of Starbucks coffee.

I frown.

Anything but that.

Coffee is disgusting as it is.

Just not Starbucks..

"Really Haz?"

"What?"

"He hates Starbucks cuz it's a blatant reminder of his last girlfrien'" Niall remarks smugly.

"Drop it Ni" I assert.

"Eleanor, right? You have a thing for skinny lasses don' you?"

I exhale heavily.

"Uhm..so.. We should start" Liam tries awkwardly.

"So was it you who broke up with her or was it..?"

It really does get on my nerves.

He knows I'll take offense to that.

And he know's if there's anyway he can stab me in the back, it's through my most sensitive topic; Her.

Eleanor was a lot like Lily now that I think of it.

Her skin was fair, her locks were curly and dark brown, and her eyes were hazel.

She was quiet and sweet.

Solely because she was insecure.

But the mass amount of hatred our fans had for her was daft.

All centered on someone so innocent and poised.

It didnt help her at all.

And every two weeks when the lads and I got to go home to our families I would see her then.

She'd gotten thinner every time, pallid, and jaded.

She told me she was gutted from all of it but she would continue to love me.

When even that was too much for her I had to let her go.

Starbucks was her favorite.

I hope she found another bloke willing to buy her coffee and love her like I did.

And who wouldn't carry a burden upon her.

She was young-spirited like Luna which made her fun.

But without assert or recalcitrance, she was frail.

I miss her terribly.

If only I could've mended her insecurities before she left.

I wouldn't have been so broken.

I really do pity insecurity.

Which may have been part of the reason I felt it was my position to alleviate Roxanne.