Louis’ P.O.V
My blood boiled when from Eleanor’s comment after Maya left. I had to hold myself back from yelling at her about it. It’s not like Maya deserves that treatment. As bad as it sounds, I was actually kind of happy when Harry said something to her.
“Don’t, Eleanor,” Harry started. “Maya doesn’t deserve that so just leave her alone.”
“Well it’s not my fault she’s trying to take my boyfriend from me. Did you see the way she was looking at him?” she replied in a snobby voice. I have no idea what’s going on with her right now. She’s never once acted snobby or mean to anyone. There’s something going on.
“She’s not trying to take me from you, El. She’s not that kind of person. Trust me,” I interjected.
“How do you know that, Louis?” she snapped.
“Just trust me, El. I promise. Even if she tried to take me away from you, I wouldn’t let her. Okay?” She thought about it for a few seconds until she nodded with a smile and pecked my lips. I smiled back at her.
“Come on, babe. Let’s go on our date,” Eleanor squealed with excitement. I flinched a little but kept my smile up. I’ve never been a fan of squealing; which is one of the reasons why I liked Eleanor in the first place. She never had a fan-girl moment about me or any of the other boys. And she never squealed over anything.
So it’s a little strange that she’s all of a sudden doing these things that I hate. And it’s even weirder because she knows I hate all these things.
“Sure. See you boys later. And can you try and find, Maya? I don’t want her out on her own,” I said to the boys. They nodded in reply and gave a small wave.
“Why are you worried about Maya? She’s a big girl, Louis. Stop caring about her,” Eleanor demanded. I rolled my eyes at that.
“Eleanor, she has a rough past, I have my reasons for worrying. I’m not gonna stop caring about her just because you told me to.” I didn’t mean to sound so angry but she just pushed me over the edge. Why should she be the one to decide who I care about and who I don’t?
“Why are you being so mean to me?” Eleanor cried. She burst into tears and I sighed heavily. This is one of the things I hate. Fake crying. And it’s sad because it’s so obvious it’s fake. There’s nothing even close to real about her crying.
“Stop the act, Eleanor. I’m not falling for it.” Her tears immediately stopped and she gave me a hard glare.
“Why don’t you stop caring about Maya then?” she snarled. Since when did she turn into such a b*tch? This can’t be the Eleanor that I’ve been with for the past year and a half.
“I can’t just stop caring about someone that I saved,” I told her. Her eyes narrowed.
“What do you mean saved?”
“I saved her from her parents. My mom needed me to watch out for her neighbors daughter so I did. I stayed there for the night and went morning came around and her parents got home, they tried to kill her. They brought a cat home and she’s deathly allergic. I saved her, El. I can’t stop caring about her,” I explained.
“Why did you save her, Louis? Why didn’t you just let her die? Everyone would be better off,” she yelled at me. We were just outside the tour bus so I knew the boys heard but I wasn’t really paying attention to that. The thing I was paying attention to was the girl standing behind Eleanor with tears running down her face.
Maya.
Before I had the chance to stop her, she ran from the tour bus.
Maya’s P.O.V
What did I do? Why does Eleanor hate me for no reason? I didn’t do anything to her.
It’s been four hours since I ran off away from the boys; four hours since I heard Eleanor’s words. Ever since then the words have been repeating over and over again in my head.
‘ “Why did you save her, Louis? Why didn’t you just let her die? Everyone would be better off.” ’
But she’s right.
What do you mean she’s right?
It makes no sense that Louis saved you. He shouldn’t just let you die. Everyone really would be way better off without you.
Why are you saying that? You’re me. Do you want to die?
Do you?
Well, I used to. Then Louis saved me and I didn’t. And then we got in a fight and I did again. After that I wanted to live when we made up. And now I don’t want to stay here anymore...I want to die.
If you want to die, then I want to die.
How do you want to die? Car? Bridge? Pills? Hang?
Not hang. We would feel pain for that. And not bridge. We might live through that. Either car or pills.
I want to go with car. That way we can die right now instead of later. And the boys won’t find us somewhere dead. And it can look like an accident.
Agreed. Hey, look. There’s a car right there. We can go now. Quick, walk out in front of it.
I listened to my conscience and stepped out into the road, right in front of the car. Within seconds I felt the impact and everything went black.
I'm sorry it took so long for me to update. I really am. I've just been busy and I have a really short attention span. Plus I've kind of run out of ideas so...yeah.
And sorry that it's so short this time. The next one will be longer, I promise.
Thanks for reading, though! Comment, vote, all the stuff. Fan if you haven't fanned yet. Thanks!
~Kaylee :) <3
