Maroon (larry stylinson)

Harry's House

get your popcorn out yall ;)

Eleanor and I left the theater hand in hand. She was blabbering about one of her ex-boyfriends. I partially listened but mostly I was freaking out about this dinner I was supposed to have with Harry. When he first asked me, I was ecstatic, Harry wanted to hang out with me. Now, I'm wondering if maybe he just wanted to have a business chat or discuss how wrong he was for trying to make a move on me. I was really hoping it was the first option.

"Yo" I felt a slap on the face. I rubbed the wounded surface and looked over at Eleanor who was smirking at me.

"Thinking about a certain long-haired boy?" She questioned.

"No. Maybe." I sighed.

"Then we better get you home as soon as possible. Rome wasn't built in a day." She began to quicken her steps practically pulling me along.

We walked into my apartment, and I signaled for Eleanor to remove her shoes. She bent down and unlaced her boots, pulling them off and chucking them on the floor. I took off my shoes and we headed into the living room.

"Louis! what's up man?" Zayn yelled from the hallway. He froze in his tracks when he looked beside me to see Eleanor.

"Well, Hello there." He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow and looked over to see Eleanor blushing and messing with her hair.

"Hi." She responded softly. I had never seen Eleanor act so shy.

"I'm Zayn." He extended his hand out to her.

"Eleanor." She placed her hand in his.

"Very nice to meet you Eleanor" They shook hands.

"The feeling is mutual." She said, pulling her hand back.

I watched the entire thing go down in utter confusion.

"Well, if you two are done with whatever that was, Eleanor and I have to pick out my outfit." I chimed in.

Eleanor seemed to snap back to reality when she heard my voice. "Oh right. Let's go." She quickly started walking away. I grabbed her shoulders and directed her the correct way to my room. "Silly me" She laughed looking over at Zayn. He smiled as he watched us exit the living room.

We walked into my room and Eleanor flopped down on my bed.

"What was that out there?" I laughed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She turned her head away from me.

"Eleanor, you practically turned into mush just by saying hello."

"Are we going to pick out an outfit or not?" She tried changing the conversation.

"Fine, but only because I don't know what the fuck I'm going to wear."

She squealed and jumped off the bed running over to my closet. She began picking out pieces and throwing them all around the room.

"No, no, absolutely not, never in a million years." She pulled out a princess gown and turned to look at me. "Do I want to know?" she said, confused.

"Lost a bet."

"Sad." She threw the gown at my head. I quickly shoved it off. "This could work. Oh, and with this. Ah, perfect!" Eleanor pulled out my navy cable knit sweater and a pair of jeans. "Put them on" She instructed.

I held the clothes close to my chest and waited for her to exit the room.

"Louis we're not five, put them on." She began to hang up the clothes she had thrown around the room.