For Your Eyes Only

F i f t y

"Your eyes are like freaking red." Eleanor remarked the moment she stepped foot on Taylor's apartment and saw her eyes. Taylor did really look like a mess but El wasn't an exception. Both of them had their hair untied so their waves fall freely along with their movements. The only difference between them is that El is still dressed like a model while Taylor is in her pajamas.

Taylor didn't need her remark, she just shrugged it off and then said, "Next time you're coming over, can you please give me like a two-minute heads-up?" She closed the door while El made herself comfortable in her couch.

"Well, I heard about your run-in with Harry earlier. I mean, I wasn't able to see you guys actually together-together because I was way too late for that but hey, I need to hear some details." El asked then grabbed one of Taylor's cats, Meredith. She eventually dropped the cat while mumbling something about 'more of a dog person.'

"Who told you that?"

El seemed hesitant for a moment. "Umm, some--"

Now, I get it. "It's Louis, right?" Taylor raised an eyebrow with a smirk. She sunk on the seat beside El and they both laughed for a few seconds. "Holy shoot, I forgot to get us some food." Groaning, she went towards her kitchen while El continues to talk. . . like a lot.

"He sent the wrong message and apparently, it was to me. Anyways, who cares if it was? We're talking about you, and you better feed me up with details, food will be great too. Get me? We don't hang out a lot anymore and these are sort of need-to-knows." El mumbled quickly but mostly, what Taylor heard were only muffled sounds but still made sense.

Taylor just continued rolling her eyes while she grabbed the popcorn. "The last time we hung out was last week!" She yelled.

"Well, still! You've got to say things to me, Tay! That's what--" El paused, when she heard a knock on the door. "I'll get it!"

Taylor grabbed the bowl and walked back to the living room while asking, "Who is it?"

Eleanor was frozen with her mouth slightly open. Her gaze was fixed on the door. . . Taylor's reaction wasn't far from El, only she managed to say something. Even though her vision wasn't the at its best, –mainly because she wasn't wearing any contacts or glasses– she knew what's happening but that doesn't mean she want to believe it.

"L-Lou w-what are you--- a-and w-w-hy--" she stuttered, can't get over the fact that she's looking at Louis, who was barely standing straight with his arms supporting an unconscious Harry that smelled awfully like he just swam a pool of Tequila and other stuff Taylor couldn't recognize anymore.

"I--" Louis caught his breath and continued, "have no--- time to explain." He looked at the couch where El was already sitting and his eyes widened. "Awful time. Excuse me--"

Taylor walked aside and Louis led Harry straight to her bedroom while she followed behind him. What the freaking hell?! Within a minute, Harry was already sprawled over Taylor's bed. She didn't like the idea of a drunk Harry on her bed, and inside her apartment because of what happened last time, heck! She'd rather not have Harry inside her room, on her bed after his 'all of a sudden' snap earlier.

She couldn't believe it! Louis knows exactly what she's going through and she expects him to be the one to understand the most, but no, he had to be the one that controls the situation in a rollercoaster of complicated events. Looking at the unconscious Harry made her feel a lot of things, guilt, confusion, hatred, fear, discomfort, and all of these were churning inside her stomach, making her feel nauseous. She closed her eyes and calmed herself to prevent it from getting worse. She just couldn't understand why Louis had to do this.