Falling For Styles {Niall Horan}

Chapter Thirty-One

That pic on the side ova durr is what I imagine Lilah seeing outside of Anne’s house.

Chapter Thirty-One

-Louis-

10 days. 10 days of constant updates of things those coupley activities that my ex-girlfriend and best friend were doing together. First it was meeting little kids on the beach and kissing in the ocean. Then it was eating crabs at a fancy restaurant with tons of pictures of them laughing. Of course to top it off, they had to take funny pictures at The Acropolis which hurt a lot.

What hurt the most is we planned to stuff like that months before we broke up. It was just a random idea but we both said it would be awesome to do that and escape the crazy famous life for a few weeks and go to a lot of places.

I shouldn’t be dwelling on such a touchy topic like that. I have to get ready for when Eleanor comes over.

I agreed to keep seeing her even though I'm not sure I can move on from Delilah. The difference between the two is with Eleanor, I can be myself and I don’t have to feel like if I say the wrong thing that I’ll lose Delilah again. Everything is just out in the open with Eleanor and me quite like that a bit more than my old relationship.

On our first “hang out” – if you prefer to call it that – the first thing I told her up front was that I wasn’t ready for a relationship because I'm not over my girlfriend and she told me the same. What her exact words were: “I'm not asking for a Romeo and Juliette love. I just need someone around to make me smile so I don’t think that there’s no happiness in life and that I should just die. And if we just happen to fall for each other in the process of making each other smile, then so fucking be it.” What a charmer.

But now seeing these photos, I didn’t want to drink. I didn’t want to smoke, not that I would. I didn’t want to get high off of drugs – that I would do. I didn’t want to do anything but just talk to Eleanor. I just wanted to hear her voice and laugh at her corny jokes.

And in that moment, I realized how much I truly needed Eleanor. How much I truly cared for her. How much I truly feel for her.

-Lilah-

I hid under the bed, trying not to make a noise as Niall was running around our hotel room in Greece for the last time. He was laughing like a seal as he did so which was pretty funny. “IMMA FIND YOU LILAH!” He yelled in a ghetto accent. I tried not to laugh but I could not laugh. It was hilarious!

I bit my lip and tried not to make a squeak but that’s exactly what I did, squeaked. He stopped in his tracks right under our bed and I could imagine his head looking back and forth. I let out a breath of relief but quickly took it back in as Niall dragged me out from under the bed like in a horror movie. To say I was scared was the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard.

He was on top of me as I just stood there in what was left of my shock and horror. His face softened for half a second then it went to mischievous. He started tickling my sides with tickles out of nowhere. My face broke out into a huge content grin with my eyes shut from the tickles.

“S-stop!” I managed out with another burst of giggles. His hands moved to my stomach which was my breaking point. “Nialler stahp!” I screamed even louder with giggles. If you were standing outside the door, you’d think we were having sex and not keeping the noise level down. His hands moved up to under my chin which is my ultimate weakness. “I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” I screamed with giggles. Yep, that definitely sounds sexual.

He stopped and sat crossed legged like a two year old. “Now why were you hiding from me?” he asked in a serious tone.

“I don’t wanna leave,” I whined. He smiled a slight bit and kissed my forehead.