Park Benches (EDITING)

twelve

A/N: Please watch the trailer attatched. I spent so much time on it!

twelve

Louis POV

            Eleanor had taken me inviting Lotts out clubbing uneasily. “What was that?” Her tone had been bitter.

            “Oh, I just invited her out clubbing, you know, since you can’t go.” My voice was carefree and pleased.

            “But you don’t even know her! I was the one who met her in the changing rooms!” Her eyebrows furrowed together as she barked at me. I still hadn’t brought myself to tell her about the picnic, she’d think differently of it.

            “I’d let to get to know her, I’d like to become friends with her, wouldn’t you?”

            “More like you’d like to sleep with her!” Her snarls threw me back to the cushioned seat; I’d never seen Eleanor so harsh before.

            “It’s not like that El, just friends.” Heads were starting to turn and phones were being taken out.

            “Humph,” her arms crossed and she turned her head sideways, almost making me feel beaten, almost.

            “Eleanor,” she peeked at me from the corner of her eye, “it’s not like that. I swear! I’m devoted to you 110%. I love you.” I peppered her with my undying love, displeased with her outburst.

            “I’m sorry for overreacting,” she apologized, leaning in for a kiss, “Have fun tonight. Tell the boys I say hello and Charlotte.” She gave me a light peck on the lips before going quiet.

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            I pulled up to her complex in my favorite car, my black range rover. Harry convinced me to get it, he always raved about his. My eyes caught her leaning against a wall; I motioned her over while taking in her outfit. Lotts was wearing a long-sleeved dark red see-through shirt tucked into a tight black skirt that ended mid-thigh and tall black wedges. Her hair was curled and fell just past her shoulders, but a few strands were pulled back and clipped. She looked absolutely beautiful. I was only wearing black jeans and a tee I found.

            “You look lovely,” I greeted her with a simple nod.       

        “Really? It’s not too much?”

            “Yeah, you look perfect!” I caught another glimpse of her at a stoplight.

            “Thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself and thanks for inviting me.” I took note of the nervousness in her voice, surprised. She’d always seemed so confident and outspoken.

            “Well thank you for coming,” I elbowed her, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

            “Where are we going?”

            “A club named Comet; Niall introduced it to me a while back after he crashed at my place.” The conversation with drunken Niall flooded my mind.

            “That sounds…interesting. I remember my drunken days.” My eyes widened in astonishment, she always seemed so innocent and pure.

            “You don’t seem much like a partier! I’m shocked!”

            “Don’t judge a book by a cover!” I felt myself stiffen, I hated that term. Being famous, I was always judged by what people saw rather than who I was.