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"That was amazing!"
Behind me Liam made a noise that sounded like a roar and I ripped my earpiece out. The grin on my face was unwavering although my hair was matted to my head with sweat.
"I didn't realize how much I'd missed live shows!" Niall laughed, yelping as Zayn attempted to jump on his back. Adreniline was pulsing through all of us, and I felt like pouring water over my head and doing backflips. I think the only time I'd been this excited was when I had kissed Harry for the first time.
I felt a clammy hand slip into mine, and I smiled even wider. The boys behind us made wooping sounds as we walked down the backstage hall to our dressing room. It was crowded, and hands were being clapped down onto our shoulders and congrulations were shoved at us. It was amazing, and my heart was still pounding so fast.
I had missed it all-- the screams, the twitter questions, the awkward dance moves, the inappropriate signs that the fans held over their heads. I had missed seeing their beautiful faces, and I realized tonight on stage how much I loved each and everyone of them.
"Follow me, " Harry whispered into my ear. I frowned as he tugged on my hand, pulling me around a corner as the boys continued the other way. "Where are we--"
I didn't get a chance to finish before I was pinned up against the wall and Harry's lips were on mine.
It was like something out of a typical fanfiction (yes, I read those) as Harry roughly gripped my thigh and slipped his tongue past my lips, smothering my gasp.
His hands slipping under my shirt and I jumped at his cold touch, prying my lips away to take a look around. Surprisingly enough the hall was empty but that didn't rid me of the state of shock Harry had brought me in.
"What are you doing?"
I took a hard look at Harry and saw his eyes were wide and his pupils huge. I understood now-- the adreniline. While I felt like running a marathon, Harry was well... horny.
He didn't answer, instead pasting his lips back to mine.This time I didn't object, and I let him in, his touch warming me up.
His hands were firm on my waist and he pulled away. "Where?" He murmured against my lips. I gave a shrug as shivers crept all along my body. Did it matter where?
He pulled me along, and I followed him feeling flushed and slightly disorientated. We ended up in an empty dressing room, that one that 5 Seconds of Summer, our opening act, had occupied. I assumed that they had left early so they wouldn't get caught in the mad rush of fans.
Before I could process everything, Harry had me on the couch with his legs around my waist. Kisses were pressed onto my neck and I sighed in content.
As his fingers fumbled on my pants bottom I felt my heart jump into my throat.
I wasn't nervous.
Okay, I was.
Harry had gotten my pants past my hips and was placing kisses on my tummy, making me quiver. I was really nervous actually, because Harry and I hadn't done this, like ever. The farthest we'd probably gone was some cheeky groping. We were taking it quite slow, not that I minded. The thought of sexual intercourse with him scared me shitless.
Because while Harry was inexperienced with boys, he was quite experienced with girls while I had only had two serious girlfriends and I'd only had sex with one.
Eleanor.
Sirens went off in my head as her name repeated over and over in my head. Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor. Eleanor, my first. Eleanor who had proposed to call me just a few hours ago. Eleanor, who if Harry found out I'd seen he'd be very upset.
"Harry," I groaned, and his fingers traced my waistband. "Harry," I said firmly, and my tone made him look up when he realized I wasn't saying his name in pleasure.
"What?" Harry breathed, the air hitting my tummy making me gasp.
I grabbed his hand, pulling up from his knees and up to me on the couch. He was breathing hard, and his hands began to wander again. "Harry, babe," I tried to make him focus, grabbing his chin and bringing his hooded eyes to mine. His hands went still where they were, which happened to be my lower stomach.
"What?" He repeated.
"I... I um... Harry do you ever, like, wonder about us?"
Why did I say that?
Harry sat upright, removing his hands from my body and tightening his jaw.
"No." He said firmly. He didn't hesitate to move away from me and straighten out his lopsided T-shirt. "No, I don't. Never. Why would you ask that?" Hurt flashed on his face for a second before it turned back into stone.
"I saw Eleanor Calder today." I sighed. This conversation wasn't going the way I wanted. I had made it seem like I was having second thoughts-- I wasn't, I swear. I just... I don't think before I speak and it just came out.
"Oh. Oh. Okay, wow, okay. Erm..." He stood up then, his stone face tinted red. "I have to go." He didn't give me a chance to say anything before he left, quickly striding out of the dressing room.
"Fuck," I mumbled, pulling my knees up and hiding my face in my thighs. It didn't take very long at all for me to begin sniffing back tears. What was wrong with me? Why did I care about seeing Eleanor, hell if I saw Hannah on the street I'd give her a cheerful hello, exchange numbers and move on with my life.
Then again, Hannah and I had a clean breakup, there was nothing we had left to say to each other. With Eleanor and I however, I'm sure there was lots to say.
This whole Eleanor situation was going to put a strain on Harry and I's relationship, I just knew it.
There was only one solution, I decided, as I buttoned my pants with a sigh.
I had to pay Eleanor Calder a visit.
......
"I'm going out."
I peered up from my pillow to see Harry quickly changing his clothes. He didn't even give me a chance to scan over his chest before he was putting on a white T-shirt.
This late? I frowned, and I wanted to ask him to just come to bed but I didn't want him to scold me.
"Where?" I said instead, flipping over and sitting up to watch him and pulling my duvet up to my nose. Perhaps I was over exaggerating but it didn't even smell like him anymore. It's been four days since he's slept in this bed, and pretty soon we'd be picking everything up and moving onto our tour bus.
"To play some video games with Michael and the lads."
Play video games with me. "Oh?"
"Yeah, they invited me over." He slipped a plaid button up over his shirt, and quickly rolled up his sleeves. He had on his dumb old brown boots and his tight jeans and he was placing a fedora over his head. When did my boy become so grown up?
By they he meant the 5SOS boys. Four days into the tour and Harry already had inside jokes with them and ate dinner with them and jammed with them.
And here I was, on one of our nights off, in bed.
"Harry?" I said in a low pleading voice. He didn't look at me as he walked out of my bedroom door.
I didn't hesitate to jump out of bed, four days was long enough.
"Harry, please, I'm sorry! I don't want us to be so cold with each other anymore it's killing me!"
I was padding after him, as he swooped down the stairs. He ignored my pleas and kept walking. It was at the door that I grabbed ahold of his broad shoulder. "You made me promise that nothing would change but you're not helping!"
He stopped then, maybe because he could hear the sob in my voice or maybe because he thought I was right.
"I don't care about Eleanor, Harry. You know that. Sometimes I just doubt /myself/."
He turned around, and while his face was expressionless he did take me into his arms.
"I love you, Lou. Do you love me?" He whispered into my hair, my face pressed against his chest.
"Yes, of course. I love you so much..."
"Then that's all that matters. Nothing's changed, we still love each other. We're gonna keep that promise, all right?"
"Alright,"
"I'm still going to go play FIFA with them," He smirked, pulled away and grabbing my face. "But I'll be back to tuck you in."
I snorted. "Tuck me in at 3 am? I hear you when you stumble in at night, Styles."
"Yeah, maybe not tuck you in. But I'll be here when you wake up, okay? I'll make you a lovely breakfast and we'll go out with the boys before our concert." I nodded, and he pressed a wet kiss to my forehead. Ruffling my hair, he turned to open the door. "Love you loads," he called over his shoulder.
I shut the door behind him and stood there for a minute.
Well that was it, then. Me and Harry were fine. I didn't have to do it.
No, I did.
At least that's what I convinced myself as I hopped up the stairs to my room and snatched my phone up from the bedside table. I flicked through my phone book until I found it.
Eleanor Calder.
It used to be 'El' with a bunch of stupid lovey dovey emoji's. I clicked her name and before I could begin to rethink it I was calling my ex girlfriend behind my boyfriends back.
Ring...
Louis, you know this is a bad idea.
Ring...
But if you don't get everything off your chest with her then things may only get worse between you and Harry.
Ring...
But if Harry finds out that you asked her out for a late night cuppa, you're fucked.
"Hello?"
Too late. "Hi, erm... Eleanor, its me Louis."
There was silence. "Oh, hi Louis. I didn't think you were going to ring me?"
Neither did I. "Yeah, um, I actually wanted to talk to you."
"Go ahead,"
"Actually, I meant in person."
This was a very, very bad idea, Louis.
"Oh, sure. Why don't you come over?"
