Come Back (a Zerrie fanfiction)

Chapter 15: He What?!

Just wanna say that the photo on the right side is NOT mine!

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Louis jogged down the stairs but halted when he saw what he wasn't particularly expecting first thing in the morning in the livng room.

There lay Niall and Liam on the couch, legs tangled and bodies so close to each other. Such a sight caught him off-guard a bit.

As he stepped a little closer, he noticed that Niall had his arms around his elbows. His blonde hair was sticking in messy directions, and he had that barely visible smile on his lips. And Louis knew that it was because of Liam.

As Louis peered over Liam, he noticed that the young lad had his arms around the Irishman's waist, pulling the latter close to his chest. Liam had his face almost nuzzled to the blonde's neck, inhaling that unique scent that's just so Niall.

Louis had to bite back a grin from their cuteness. If ever Niall wakes up and sees him grinning, the Irish will surely throw another fit.

Louis has to be honest, Niall scared the shit out of him yesterday. The brunette was so terrified when the blonde kept on banging on the door and yelling, he was certain that his door might break down.

And when he went downstairs and told Liam and Niall, who were cuddling and watching a movie, that he was going to visit Eleanor, Niall couldn't stop glaring at him. Only Liam spoke and told him to have a safe trip and come back as early as possible.

Louis smiled sadly as the image of those two cuddling last night replayed in his brain. He and Eleanor used to do the same thing before, when they watched a movie or some chick flick. He remembered how he spent most of his days off in Eleanor's house or his flat, just talking or sleeping or doing something recreational like attempting to cook dinner, which often ended up with Louis magically having his hair covered with flour, his face with traces of ketchup, sometimes he ended up having himself injured.

But things weren't the same like how it's supposed to be. 

The minute he saw her figure leaning against the doorframe even when he was still in his car, the minute he entered and gave her a small smile and kissed her on the forehead, the minute he said, "I have something to tell you," left him so nervous he could feel his heartbeat ringing in his ears.

~FLASHBACK~

"So, what was it that you wanted to tell me?" Eleanor had asked once they were both seated on her rectangular table. Louis had told him that he was going to tell her what that something was when they were both seated on her table. They sat at two opposite ends of the table as she stared at Louis' unusual figure.

He was looking down at the intricate designs on the tablecloth with his hands firmly clasped under his chin as he thought of how to start the matter and calmed himself down. He was feeling a bit edgy at the moment, where he can't just seem to sit still. It was almost as if confessing to Eleanor that he kissed someone behind her back was more nerve-wracking than meeting the Queen and performing in front of the Queen.

He needs to say something. Anything.

He lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding ever since they sat down. "Remember how I lashed out on fans?"

"What?!"  Eleanor exclaimed. He did? He lashed out on a fan and she didn't know?! How, when and why?

"I lashed out on some fans on Twitter before..." Louis muttered, but to him it felt like a squeak.