Coffee Breaks // l.t.

Chapter 3

Louis

Since last year, it has been difficult for El and I to find time together. Ever since she won the Swimsuit Illustrated Rookie of the Year 2015, her career boomed like a wildfire. She even got a call from Victoria's Secret. Yeah, it may seem like it doesn't even concern me, but her happiness is my happiness.

Times like this should be treasured, because we rarely even get to have it. With the busy schedule that El and I have, it's nearly impossible to even eat a cheeseburger at a normal fast food chain. And I'm really hopeful that this 18-month hiatus of the band may help us restore our relationship.

But of course, there are times when you can't ignore the past. It bugged me so much to even think about it, or even when something is related to it; I kept over thinking things.

No matter how hard I tried avoiding what happened in Starbucks, I couldn't. My girlfriend obviously didn't too, as I just caught her "checking" Dayne's Instagram. It bothered me because it's very unlikely for her to be (well, maybe, maybe not) insecure; big word, I know. But it's the truth.

I may be daydreaming things, but I've seen it with my own eyes! I've never seen Eleanor frown so much on her phone. This alone got me alarmed. To think that someone like Eleanor Calder would feel insecure, that's just unbelievable.

It feels like I'm getting cut open. Like I'm torn between this situation and my conscience. I wouldn't even have to overthink things and just go with the flow, but I've learned from my own personal experiences. Going with the flow may also mean going with Satan and Lucifer to hell.

I tried to avoid everything these past few years but with Dayne and I being high profile and with reputation, it's kind of hard. I also tried to avoid all the negativity that comes with it; the guilt, the stupidity, and my recklessness. It's been eating me up the first time, but now that I learned from my mistakes, it served as a lesson and I don't regret it.

And this may sound hypocritical, but I won't do to Eleanor what I did to her, no matter how fucked up my situation is.

When we got back to the hotel, I've been zoning out ever since on the couch until her name was mentioned.

"...tonight after receiving a call that Victoria's Secret beauty, Dayne Oliver has indeed been rushed to the hospital due to a severe asthma attack..."

I sat up and abruptly grasped the table for the remote. My eyebrows furrowed every second as the volume got louder.

What the fuck happened to her?

"Her spokesperson shared some details about the incident and we quote: "Dayne is okay but she still has to stay in for the rest of the night and wait for the test results. The doctors strongly agree that she will eventually get discharged tomorrow morning so there's no need to worry." end of quote. Is there really nothing to worry about? Fans have been all over the social media, and some rumors just started to spark up that it has something to do with her brother, Caleb Jonathan Oliver getting endgaged..."

"So it is true!" my eyes snapped up to find my mum, placing a mug of tea on the table. I exhaled loudly and sighed in relief.

"You scared the crap out of me."

"Huh." she put her hands on her hips, "CJ's outside. You need to know what just happened. It's hilarious!" she said through a breathy laugh, lightly pushing me off the stool.

I chuckled and lazily bent down to get my phone from the couch, which was annoyingly on the other side of the room. I could faintly hear Eleanor laughing through the other side of the door, along with CJ's obnoxious laugh. That's Caleb Jonathan for you.