Park Benches (EDITING)

five

five

 

Louis POV

 

            My eyes slowly fluttered open to the movement next to me. Automatically, I squeezed my arm tighter around El’s waist, “No, please not yet,” I pouted, “Just a few more minutes?” She quickly rolled over, looking deep into my heartbroken blue eyes with her soft hazel gaze. We laid there for a moment, just starring into each other’s eyes before she moved, slowly and softly pressing her lips to my nose. My pout quickly turned into a small smile, “I love you,” she grandly grinned back. Her lack of verbal response caused me to release my tight grip on her waist, letting her slide out of bed to get ready for class.

            I sighed and slithered of bed, brushing past Eleanor and reaching into my dresser I pulled out a soft black tee.  Out of curiosity I looked over to Eleanor sifting through the clothes she had left at my house. She held up a questionable plain black dress with a white peter pan collar before setting it back down in disgust. “You should wear something from yesterday. That jumper perhaps,” She giggled, making my heart flutter. Fuck it, I had already forgiven her.

            She danced across my bedroom in one of my shirts to her bags sitting on the chair by the door, making me smile. She bent down, curiously peeking inside each bag before pulling out the jumper I bought her yesterday. She shed the my top and slipped the jumper over her head, “Perfect,” I whispered in complete awe. She jerked her head up, smirking, “You would love this jumper wouldn’t you.” She gestured down to the navy blue stripes against the white fabric that I always used to wear. “Maybe I should put on a pair of red tights too,” she laughed again.

            I placed my hands on my hips, pressing my lips together, “That was the old me. I looked like a damn sheet of paper.” She beamed before sauntered over to me and ruffled my hair. “A very cute sheet of paper,” She grabbed her black leggings in her side my dresser, pulling them on with ease before looking at my clock with a sigh. I looked too; she had to leave now or was going to be late for class.

            “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you? It really is no trouble; I’m not busy today,” she shook her head rapidly and pulled at her jumper.

            “Lou, its fine; I’ll just take the train, as I always do.” I leaned down, gently pressing my lips against hers. She pulled back quicker than I wanted her to, leaving me unsatisfied.

            “Fine, then after I’ll meet you at our Starbucks for a little picnic?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her, gaining a laugh.

            “Bye Lou,” she was already in the hall walking to the lift, but I managed to pull her back by her waist.

            “That was a terrible goodbye,” I frowned, crashing my lips down onto hers. Our lips began to move in sync, but she pulled back, again quicker than I would have liked.

            “Bye Lou,” she raced off to the lift, almost nervously. I leaned against the doorframe, sighing. 

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            "Ugh," I glared at my watch for the millionth time. Where was she? Her class had ended an hour and a half ago today. Eleanor was rarely ever late; I had even called her, but with no luck. I tried to relax myself by taking a steady long sip of my lukewarm coffee. Checking my clock once more, I gulped down the last of my coffee and started up my car, heading off to the park. El knew where to go, she’d be fine. We’d just meet up later.