Starbucks Romance [Harry Styles Love Story]

Chapter 22

AN:  Hi, um. I am a sucker for plot twists. I am also a dark Larrie. If you read this fic thinking that Harry was straight and that Elsa and Harry's relationship was more than platonic, then I feel bad for you, son. But since I have an average of 3 readers, I don't think it's a problem anyone actually had. Here comes the chapter that hopefully explains some of the shit in the past. Hopefully. 

"What, is he gay or something?" I hear Domi's laugh ringing in my ears.

"He needs a girl by his side to make it look like he's something he's not." Fred's voice joins her.

The fact that Harry only kissed me on the cheek that one time, and never seemed to want more than that.

The way Louis acted when I first met him.

And this is what it adds up to? Louis dick in Harry's ass. Harry's hips rolling at a fast pace. Louis hands gripping tightly at Harry's thighs. Harry's fingers trailing along Louis' bare chest. Louis' encouraging words of "so good babe, so good for me, riding me so good, I love you so much". It's too much for me to handle so I turn around and walk out the door.

I have to tell Eleanor. She has to know Louis is cheating on her. It'll be uncomfortable for me to say it, but she has the right to know. I manage to open the door to the room next door and go in, finding Eleanor sitting on the bed playing candy crush. I must look really shaken up because she gives me a concerned look and asks me to sit down.

"Oh, Elsa, what's wrong? Something happen to your sister?" She puts an arm around me and it's so nice and warm and comforting. I shake my head.

"No, she's fine, everything with her is good, I..." I trail off, Eleanor's hand on my shoulder rubbing soothing circles. She smells like roses and something fruity.

"Come on. You can tell me anything." Eleanor says, and I believe her. I trust her. I'm just scared. I don't want to be the one to break her heart. I draw a breath. And I tell her.

"I walked into the wrong room." I say, I know I'm stalling, by starting from the beginning. But I want to prolong Eleanor's happiness.

"You walked into the wrong room?" Eleanor asks, confusion on her face. I sigh, I just have to man up and tell her.

"Louis and Harry were having sex in there." I say, ready to catch Eleanor in my arms if she'd fall. She doesn't fall. She laughs. Her whole body is shaking with laughter. What?

"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry you had to see that!" She says between chuckles. I am so confused. "I know I for one could go a lifetime without knowing what Louis' sex face looks like!" And again. What? That is not something you say about your boyfriend.

"What?" I say, so extremely confused by Eleanor's reaction that I really don't know what to do. Why is she not upset about this?

"What do you mean what?" Eleanor ask me right back, seemingly confused too, laughter dying out.

"Why don't you care that your boyfriend is sleeping with another guy?" I ask, a little panic in my voice, and Eleanor still looks confused, but something very close to anger is starting to build in her eyes, as if she's not sure if she should be angry yet.

"Because Louis isn't my boyfriend. Just like Harry isn't yours. Did you... Did you not know?" She asks me and I have no idea what to say. These news knock all speech out of me, all I can get out is a broken "no" that makes Eleanor fly up from the bed. She's fuming, voice loud and harsh.

"That fucking bastard. I fucking thought he'd told you. He let you go around thinking that you and he were an item! He fucking used you and kept you in the dark while letting me think that you and I were..." She trails off. I look up at her. That she and I were what? I don't ask her, because I'm not sure I want to know. "You had no idea that Louis and Harry are engaged?" Once again, what?