Secret Lovers // N.H.

Chapter Twelve

Warning: This chapter contains cussing. 

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“Red or blue?” Eleanor holds the pricy and elegant dresses in front of her, asking for my opinion.

We were currently out in the shops from downtown, shopping for some new clothes for the carnival tonight whilst the boys were out in a “manly” boat ride, as Louis had explained. We both had begged to come along but they refused, explaining that it was very needed bonding time, although most of their every day lives consists of seeing each other.

When they saw how unhappy we were, Harry took out his credit card from the pocket in his pants and gave it to us with a smile, saying that we could use it for new outfits for the carnival. With that said, we left them to their thing and left to do ours.

“Red, definitely red,” I reply.

“You know, the last thing I really need is more clothes, really. But honestly, I don’t think a girl can have enough clothes, yeah? And, Harry is paying so it makes it so much better.” Eleanor chuckles as she takes the dress to the front of the store and pays for it with the card. I follow behind after deciding on taking a pair of earrings that I thought were quite lovely.

“Agreed,” I say.

After shopping for a couple hours for clothes that were not necessary but a gift from Harry, and eating lunch at a small restaurant, we head back to the cabin.

When we get there and while we wait for the boys to return, Eleanor and I try on some of the new clothing we bought and even get ready for the carnival, although it’s still not until a couple more hours.

“I am really excited for tonight, to be honest,” Eleanor happily says as she finishes curling her hair.

“I am ecstatic!” I reply, finishing my make-up as well.

“Really? Is this the night you’re going to tell Niall that you love him and that you want to have his babies?” Eleanor mimics. I punch her on the arm and shake my head.

“Actually, yes,” I comment, and Eleanor’s eyes widened at my response.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, well, I figured after everything has been going pretty good I’d give it a shot,” I reply, walking to the living room and planting myself on the couch.

Eleanor clears her throat and a very mischievous and happy grin appears on her face.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing, nothing at all,” She replies back and before I could question her further, she grabs the remote and turns on the telly.

The boys get back three hours later whilst the screen plays the third episode of Dr. Who in a row. I swear it’s like Eleanor and I hadn’t moved an inch since we started watching the show because as soon as we stand up, my bum feels like it has been in the same position for days.

“What time is it?” Eleanor asks as she stretches out her long arms.

“Seven,” Liam replies, throwing himself on the same seat I was just in.

“Good, we can leave to the carnival as soon as possible because I’m seriously ready to continue this awesome day,” Harry says without a breath. Everyone turns to look at him and he shrugs, happily content with himself.

Niall shakes his head and disappears to the kitchen, everyone settling on the couch before we leave but I follow him, suddenly wanting a big glass of water.