Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

18. I'm Watching You

*Louis' P.O.V*

I was awaken by the sound of vomiting.

Eleanor wasn't beside me and the bed was messy on her side. I sat up on my elbows and wiped the sleep from my eyes, taking a gander at the clock. Nine forty-six.

The same sound richotched through my head again and I looked toward the bathroom. El was sitting in front of the toilet, hiding her face with her hair.

I got up and went over to the door, knocking lightly.

"Babe, is everything okay?" I question still half asleep.

I saw her head shake as she continued to throw up. I hurried inside and got down on a knee, holding her hair from her face and rubbed her back to help her release whatever she had been throwing up.

She finished quickly and sat back on her knees, reaching for the handle, but I moved her hand back down back to her side.

"I'll do it." I murmur.

I flushed the toilet and got up to get a towel. I soaked it in water and rung it out, getting back to a seated position. She sat on her bum and leaned back into me with her face looking ahead at something. I reached around and started to clean her red face.

"Are you sick, love?" I question.

She shook her head no and I continued to clean her up.

"I just can't handle everything that's been going on around here." She says, voice shaky.

I nodded and helped her to her feet, throwing the towel aside. We got to the sink and I got her to wash her face and hands. I grabbed her another towel and dried them for her, then led her back to the bedroom. She laid down and I did as well.

"With Elizabeth and Niall, I'm assuming?"

She nodded.

"El, they're back together. We saw. From here on out things will be fine. And we'll get passed this like we have been. Minus the puking and crying." I say, pulling her back into my chest.

My attempt at humor was thrown to the side as she spoke.

"She's one of my best friends. She deserves to be happy." She whispers.

"And she is. Now." I reply.

"Yeah, now. But did you see how she was without Niall? She was so empty. She looked like she would snap and hurt anyone at any given moment."

I half nodded, half sighed and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck.

"All we can do now is hope they'll stay together forever this time."

*Harry's P.O.V*

Aeron and I were at one of our counseling sessions and our counselor had just gotten here.

It was a woman about fifteen or twenty years older than me and she was pretty nice. She's helped us alot through our problems. Except that one particular problem has resurfaced and we need to fix that.

Her name was Mrs.Pinnet and she wasn't very tall. Maybe 5'4 at the least, but she wore heels to decieve our eyes. She had long red hair and she was pretty thin. She was attractive, but not really my type.

Aeron and I sat in all white plush chairs that matched the entire room. There were two or three diplomas on the far wall beside the window and Mrs.Pinnet's chair was in front of a big black desk. The rug was black and so was the cabinets and such.

"So, welcome to your 94th session. How are your lives playing out since the last one?" She asked.

She asks us this question all of the time. Like our lives have changed dramatically in a week's time. We've been coming here for about 19 months. Some things have changed and others are on their way. They just need to be fixed faster.