For Your Eyes Only

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Two years later. . .

"Come on, Taylor. . . maybe just the one with the green eyes." El, Taylor's roommate begged. She pleaded with her big brown eyes, constantly brushing off her long, wavy brown hair off her face. El held the photograph of Taylor with her friends when she was in highschool, no matter how hard she begged, Taylor just wouldn't budge.

Taylor turned her back on her, and faced the wall nearest to her bed. "No." She said coldly.

El pouted, Taylor never says anything about her highschool life, she never opened up. During the last few months that they've been together in a small dorm, Taylor never ever talked about her past. Taylor is usually bright and cheery but when it comes to the highschool stuff, she starts to get cold and quiet. Taylor had a reason for that.

"Why? What happened to the two of you?" Unfortunately, El didn't know when to stop. Taylor gets annoyed at her oftentimes but she doesn't say a thing, El is a little bit childish which reminds her of--

"I don't want to talk about it." Not any of them if that matters.

"I meant-- the one with the sea-green eyes. He looks as though he is--" El suddenly squealed, making Taylor look at her again.

"What?" Taylor asked, sitting up.
El struggled to get up on her feet and clawed through her drawers, throwing everything out, occasionally hitting Taylor with lipsticks and hairbrushes.

"What happened to you?"
Taylor got hit by a watch in the face but it didn't hurt much. She was too focused on El, the squealing, jumping, overreacting, fangirl. Taylor wondered why, El mentioned 'sea-green eyes' but it's impossible that El knew him.

"El, would you please calm down?!"
It was no use. El wasn't listening at all. She pulled something out of her drawer and it turned out to be a picture of a football team.

"Why didn't you tell me?" El squealed in the highest pitch.

Taylor's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Tell you, what?"
"That you knew Louis Tomlinson!" She screamed.

Suddenly, Taylor couldn't make much of it. It doesn't make any sense at all. How come El knew Louis? Louis wasn't that famous during highschool and as far as Taylor knew, he went back to Doncaster for college.
"How did you--"

"Hello, Taylor. You would probably know if one of your friends is a rising football player!" El jumped up and down, showing her the poster of the brown-haired boy with sea-green eyes, with that distinct jawline and cheekbone structure and that annoying smile. Only, he wasn't just the normal funny best friend Taylor knew, he was wearing a white T-shirt and some shorts, all sweaty as though the photo was taken after a game.
Louis? Famous? He was good at football, Taylor knew that. But she never knew he was that good.

"I-I didn't know. I lost contact with him since I went here." Taylor replied quietly. Actually, she lost contact with all of her highschool friends since she got here.

El rolled her eyes and pouted. "Aww, so do you have any other pictures with him?" She asked, with that huge grin and 'ready-to- squeal -anytime' face.

Taylor sighed and took out a photo album in her bag. She figured if she's not gonna tell anything, it might've been better to at least show her the pictures, in which, she have a lot of them. Taylor handed it to El.

"Thank you!! You're an angel!!" El squealed and lied on her belly on her bed with the photo album right infront of her.

"Just don't ask questions."