He Was My Best Gay Friend (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic || on hold)

Ch. 1/ London

He Was My Best Gay Friend (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

 

Chapter One- LONDON.

 

-Eleanor's POV-

♬

Oh I just wanna show you off to all of my friends,

Making them drool down their chinny-chin-chins,

Baby be mine tonight, mine tonight, baby be mine tonight, yeah,

♬

It was already evening here in Australia at around six o'clock. I was listening to my favorite song, Kiss You. While I was watching one particular TV show, my iPhone suddenly rang in my jean's pocket. I quickly ran my fingers through to get it. I widened my eyes in suprise when I saw my best friend's name displaying on the screen.

Bestie Jessie <3 is calling you...

"Hey Jess," I greeted gladly after accepting her call.

"Hi El!" she said with excitement.

"Guess what?! I'm going to London again! Do you want to come with me?" she asked sounding like a little girl.

"Oh uh, well, I don't know. I still need to ask permission from my manager," I muttered, lining my lips tight. I'm a model, just so you know. That's why I need to ask permission from my boss.

"Your manager? Oh for Pete's sake! C'mon you really don't have to! Just tell him you are..."

"Tell him what?" I said raising my other eyebrow. She lowered her voice and simply hummed. I can say that she's still thinking of some sort of an idea.

"Tell him you're having a baby!!!" she joked.

"Me, having a baby? No way!" I chuckled slightly. She has a good sense of humour. "He might get me fired, you know,"

"Oh great," she rolled her eyeballs, mentally sighing.

After a few seconds of deciding whether I should come with her to London or not, I made up my mind and chose to give her a chance.

"Fine, I'm coming with you." I stated a bit coldly. 

"Oh yeah! Come on I'll pick you up at 7 pm," she informed me. I look down at the time on my wristwatch and it's already 6:45 pm.

"Oh seriously Jess? You'll pick me up at 7!? Wow I am so amused," I say rolling my eyes with annoyance.

"Well yah, the plane will fly at around 7:30." she added.

"Fine, I'll try my best to be fast." I said groaning in frustration.

"Sure thing. Bye, El!" she responded happily. I replied to her good bye too and hung up.

*End of phone call*

So I'm going back to London again with my bestie, Jessica. Great, I guess I'm just gonna have to skip my modeling here in Australia. It was never even important to me, either... 

Because, no matter how much I tried my best to wait backstage for my turn to catwalk, the oh-so-very gorgeous 'Clarice' aka the girl who hates me (and the feeling is super mutual), would just stay up there like it's forever, and until it is REALLY over. Not even letting ME to own the freaking stage! I was quite a very patient person. Except if it's her that I'm waiting, because I feel like wanting to dig my whole arm inside of her neck, choking her to death. I swear to God you're gonna vomite if you feel the same about her.