~~~( Louis' P.O.V)~~~
My eyes sting like there's no tomorrow as I keep my focus completely on my computer screen. The mouse continues to scan down the page, the flight page to be exact. Why am I looking at flights? Well I figured that Eleanor needs a vacation from all the drama and divas here in Manchester. The only problem is that I have no idea where to bring her. All I know is that I want somewhere where paparazzi is limited, I can bring the lads too, and it would be a good time for everyone.
Bahamas- Nah..too cheesy. It would seem I want more from her than just her being happy- which would only put me in the dog house if you understand what I mean. Plus, I just know one of the lads would walk in on us at the wrong time.
New York- Hell.No. Been there,done that. People are freaking insane in that place! I mean really, they were chasing cars trying to hunt down the lads and I when we were performing at Madison Square Garden. As much as I love the bright lights and the big city, there is NO WAY I'm bringing Eleanor there. I can only imagine the mobs that would occur if we went there, I mean those female maniacs would be gripping torches and pitchforks and trying to murder my ElBear, unless I distracted them with either Liam,Harry,Niall,or Zayn.. but obviously this isn't one that any of them would take for the team. Can't say I would either.
Boston- Eh I don't think bringing her home is relaxing after all we went through there. Plus, association with her sister isn't something 'good' right now, especially since she still believes that she's being given our baby.
Our Baby...
Oh my gosh I have to stop saying that. I'm so pathetic! How could I possibly keep calling the baby 'ours' when it doesn't even exist anymore! Ugh...I need a beer. No Louis, not until you find a place to go.
California- Nope..we don't need to run into Madonna or something like that, we already did that last night by going to El's mom's house. I completely understand now why her dad divorced her. Her mother is more Madonna than Madonna!
Oh and also paparazzi is all over that place, kind of like those flies that surround dead fruit.
Florida- Yeah sure, with my luck I'd get eaten by an alligator or something.
Australia- To be bucked up the arse by a kangaroo? No thanks.
Chernobyl,Russia- Hell no, have you seen Chernobyl Diaries? Now that was some scary ratchet. I can only imagine all of us going to Chernobyl and those monster zombie infected things come running at us and kill us all in painful, treacherous ways. Even though they say the movie is fake, there's no way I'm risking it.
Vegas- Hmm..Vegas.. well, there's a bunch of 1D impersonators there so not like anybody could tell the difference between the lads and them. Plus- It has bright lights (my favorite) and clubs and a bunch of things we could do to get the miscarriage off her mind. Yeah,Vegas. I say why not. Me her, the lads, it would be a good time.
Oh gosh Harry in Vegas... okay now that's my new motive to buy these tickets.
Vegas, sold to Louis the Tommo Tomlinson!! Good, now that this is taken care of I can finally have some beer and carrots in peace.
~~~( Harry's P.O.V )~~~
"Louis!" I yell, running throughout the house looking for my boobear. I feel so guilty about the miscarriage. Eleanor really made me feel like ratchet when we were talking earlier.
(Flashback)
"Look at what you did!" She yells, tears streaming down her red,puffy face as she stares at her blood soaken bed. I guess you couldn't blame her for being mad, I would be too.
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FanfictionMy name is Eleanor Calder. Imagine one phone call changes your life forever. You wouldn't expect anything of it due to it being about your job, babysitting. The call was from my uncle, Simon Cowell. He asked me if I would be interested in babysittin...
