Park Benches (EDITING)

nine

nine

 

Louis’s POV

 

            A low puff escaped my lips as I fell to my sheets, letting them smother me. I had just returned from a lengthy morning interview. This had probably been the longest few weeks I’d ever experienced. The plan was to have only one full-booked week of interviews, but we were in the limelight now. Apparently, we couldn’t just disappear again, so we were booked for another hectic week.

            My ears practically burned from hearing the same questions being asked over and over again. How are you? Who’s single? Who’s taken? Enjoying your break? Do anything interesting lately? You’ve been seen with (pretty girl’s name here), what’s that about? How’s the ablum coming? Whatever happened to originality?

            Oh, and let us not forget the paparazzi and the mobs of fans. They had completely mobbed us; they all obviously had been Direction Deprived.  There was a tear in my shirt to prove it, along with Niall’s missing left sleeve. I hadn’t seen them this aggressive in a while, pushing and pulling at us. And then there’s the paparazzi with their flash after flash and rude comments, my cheeks still ached from the required smiles, even if I wanted to smash the damn thing on the floor, along with cameraman.

            My eyelids drooped until I could see no more, letting a small, peaceful grin sprout on my face. It was all over now, except for the album, we still had to finish that. That was a long time from now, so there was no use in fretting. It was all about enjoying the moment.

            A light vibration shook my stomach, shocking me to the side. It was just my phone; I answered the call with a bubbly greeting, “Hello?”

            “Lou?” El’s soft angelic voice shocked me with joy.

            “Yea El,” my body tingled with energy, I hadn’t heard her voice in two weeks.

            “Um, I heard you were finally off for the rest of today. I was wondering if you’d like to go out. I’ll understand if you’re too exhausted.” My mind visualized Eleanor leaning against her kitchen counter with the phone in one hand and the some sort of drink in the other.

            “Oh no, I’m perfectly fine!” My hand automatically ran through my hair as my grin widened, “Anywhere specific or something usual like shopping and Starbucks?” I knew she could practically hear the smirk in my voice.

            “I’ve got somewhere in mind, uh, a friend showed me this little café a little while ago. It’s absolute perfection there!” I pictured her full-blown flawless smile on the other side of the phone, with her lips tinted light pink.

            “Alright, I’ll pick you up in about twenty minutes. I love you,” my voice crinkled up into a childlike tone.

            “I love you too,” the called ended with a short beep, leaving me with only a light sigh.

            My body ached with exhaustion, but a simple fix of a Red Bull would help. Somehow I managed to make it down the stairs and to the kitchen without collapsing, but with one sip of Red Bull I felt the sugar swimming through me.

            With my newfound energy I tore off my shirt and bolted up the stairs to my bedroom, rummaging around my drawers of recently washed clothes. The weather wasn’t terrible today, “bright and breezy” was how the weatherman described it, at least. My weather permitting outfit was my favorite denim jacket layered jacket over a plain maroon tee, black jeans, and a pair of white converse. My hair was an absolute mess; my fingers shot through my hair a couple more times before I settled.