It wasn’t to say that she didn’t see it coming, because in a way, she did. Her relationship with Louis had been going downhill for awhile. He was on tour and he’d been busy, which she understood and didn’t mind. She came along on tour, she even stayed the night at the hotels sometimes. Usually her and Danielle spent the days that the boys had concerts shopping or walking about in the city and then they would meet them back at the hotel in the evening.
She knew Louis was bored with their relationship, hell, she was too. They hadn’t had sex in what seemed like forever, and in reality, the last time was probably well before the tour started. Sure, there were some messy handjobs and lazy fingerings here and there, but that wasn’t enough for either of them. There was no spark anymore and they both knew it.
She figured they were going to break up soon, but not like this, Never in a million years had she imagined it would be like this.
Her and Danielle took longer at the mall than they had expected that night, and the boys were already back at the hotel. Paul told the boys that they were no longer coming, but Eleanor wanted to stop by and surprise Louis. Maybe that would lead to something.
As she waved goodbye to Danielle and finished putting all of her shopping bags in her car, she smiled to herself, hoping Louis would be pleasantly surprised and happy. She shivered with happiness and pulled out of the parking lot.
She made her way up to their floor, the elevator stopping twice for people to get in or out. As she walked down the hall, she waved to Niall, who was in the hallway banging on the door.
“Zayn, let me back in! It was a joke!”
“Hiding your dirty nasty trousers in my bag isn’t funny, therefore it isn’t a joke! So no, I will not let you back in,” Zayn yelled from the other side of the door, obviously angry with the Irish boy. Eleanor chuckled to herself before continuing down the hall to Louis and Harry’s connected rooms, Niall’s yells getting quieter and quieter with every step.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a load moan come from Harry’s room next to the one she was entering. Ew, really? Bringing girls back to the hotel? Classy, Styles. Very classy.
She pulled the key card from her jacket pocket (thank you Paul!) and slid it into the door slot. The door opened and she went inside, trying her best to ignore the filthy moans coming from the next room over.
“Louis?” she called out, before walking further into the room. It was was empty, but she knew that Louis had come back to the hotel after the concert, and she knew he came up to the room because he called her from the hotel phone while she was still at the mall, asking how long she would be.
Though she didn’t really want to risk emotionally scarring herself, she crept over to the door leading to the connected room and pressed her ear against it.
She heard a lot of moaning and slapping of skin on skin. She tried not to gag at the sounds coming out of Harry’s mouth. She didn’t know who he had brought home with him, but whoever it was, they were very verbal.
“Fuck, right there. F-fuck, harder!”
“So good for me, always so tight,”
Maybe Harry knows where Louis is. Eleanor knew she had no business poking around in his private life, and she knew she shouldn’t interrupt something like this, but at this point, she didn’t really care. She didn’t particularly like Harry, actually. He had never really been too nice to her, so she wasn’t nice right back.
Eleanor knew she shouldn’t have opened the door the second after she did. She slowly reached for the doorknob, turning it as quietly as she could as she pulled it open just a crack. Just enough to see through to the room.
