*This story is based for Elounor shippers only, I'm a huge fan of the relationship and its my personal opinion on how I feel about her and Louis. I don't hate Larry shippers at all as long as you respect my opinion. No problem? and all respect yours .Thank you!*
Things have changed for small town manchester's, Eleanor Calder.
These past few months have been stressful for her. The sleepless nights involving horrid nightmares; usually ending with salty tears staining her pillowcase and staying up late hours in her lonely flat. Slowly, she's been fixing herself, endlessly telling her mind to forget. Forget everything that once joyful Doncaster boy once gave her.
Today's a new day. I'm a new person. She reminds herself for the millionth time, pushing the thought of Louis away once again.
Tucking a few strands of loose hair behind her ear, she starts packing her luggage for her next modeling job. It just happens to be taking place in one of Eleanor's favourite places. Paris, France. Once she heard about the trip, She immediately agreed to getting out of here for a week or so. As much as El loved University, things have been rough on more than one occasion. So a trip to a beautiful city might just do the trick.
Remember when Louis took you to Paris? He dragged you all the way to the top of the effiel tower. Not really caring about the people calling his name. Although you were terrified of being up this high, you still wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. Your days were so numbered, so the minute he leaned over the metal bars screaming "I love you Eleanor Calder!" with that stupid, beaming smile he had on his face. (It could just always light up a whole room) was the day you realized you never wanted to let him go.
Stop stop stop. she scolds herself, zipping her luggage shut with a large force. She pulls her suitcase up to the door and grabs her coat. Checking to see how much time she had left.
3 hours till the plane took off, giving her time to grab a Starbucks.
As she got into the car, El can't help but think of why everything ended. It had nothing to do with the fact she lost interest in Louis, or that he gave up on her. (After all long distance relationships are hard) It was that she gave up on fighting for the one she loved. Her against the press. Her against the fans.
Don't get Eleanor wrong, she loved the One Direction fandom. Despite her being completely and utterly intimidated, People choose to talk to her. Conversations, pictures, sometimes, she'd even get an ask for an autograph, oddly enough. It was nice to see that not everyone hated her. but boy, did some ever.
She doesn't know what she ever deserved for all that hate. The constant name calling that was said so many times on a daily basis she wanted to believe for herself. Maybe she was using Louis, but the guilt would of ate her, torn her to an oblivion if she took any more of his money than she needed.She never asked of anything from him but to love her. All she ever wanted, him.
Now he's gone. Theirs no way she could face all that again.
But she doesn't remember what is more stressful;
being with Louis, or without.
She finally parked the car in the Starbucks parking lot. Not even realizing it was a handicap. She usually cares, but her mood was to deflated to fix it. As much as she loved her coffee, a Starbucks doesn't seem tempting anymore. In fact it made her feel sick.
She still went and got one anyway.
~*~
She was going to miss her flight if she didn't hurry up her stupid moping ass. Fast walking down the airport hallway, the direction of how to get to her flight was vivid in her mind as she turned to where she needed to check off. Her purse jumping off the side of her tiny hip bones. El's mind still clouded with all the thoughts of everything happening in her life, that she didn't see the person standing and waiting to get on too.
"I'm so s-" She begins to say, but stops when she realizes that all familiar curly hair and those recognizable green eyes. She couldn't believe it. How could he possibly be -
Harry.
"Eleanor?" He says, astonished. His face in awe just like hers.
"Yeah, Small world huh?" She looks down at her feet, embarrassed. Eleanor forgot of how much of a wreck she looked. Despite her attention to fix her always puffy eyes and tired skin, trying endlessly to cover up the dark purple under her eyes from lack of sleep, The tinge still decided to show through. Her hair was messy, and unbrushed. Her face empty, sad.
Harry shouldn't be seeing her like this, no one should. She shoves a book (that she didn't realized she had dropped) back into her crammed leather side bag and scrambles around for her passport. Even with a straight face it looks more alive than her. Harry eyes were still un denibly staring at the top of her head, as she refuses too look up from the wreck herself has made.
"You look -"
Her head shot up at this moment, she didn't need his pity. The reason they were over invloved him, as much as Eleanor hated what happened, she didn't hate the curly haired lad. Just what everyone told him out to be.
"Just don't harry, I don't need anyone to tell me how terrible I am."
His eyes shot back with pained expression, immediately Eleanor felt bad for snapping at him. It was so hard to just break into pieces these days.
"I was going to tell you, you look better than Louis does on a good day."
Her heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach and laid there, grieving. The minute Harry said his name. Louis, Louis fucking Tomlinson always looked more beautiful than me. Of course you may think, guys aren't beautiful, their hot. But that's where your wrong, Louis is the star in the biggest galaxy that always manages to catch your eye. Although It didn't catch Eleanor's, she was mesmerized by it.
Her throat felt very dry all of a sudden and croaked every time a word came out of her mouth. "Louis is doing just fine without me I hear."
He shook his head in disappointment, "That El, is where your wrong. I haven't seen my mate so upset before. Never in all my four years. He misses you"
Eleanor closed her eyes to try and calm her ever so pounding heartbeat. "Yeah I miss him too." She whispered, fiddiling with the latch on the leather pouch of her purse. "I miss all of you."
This time when she looked up, it wasn't Harry who she saw. But her ex boyfriend. Their is no way of calming her troubled heart now. Eleanor made up the courage to look into his eyes. The same pale blue, the same circle of green ining his pupils that reminded her of the ocean back in Cuba when they took that small vacation the press never found out on knowing. But they seemed different, less alive.
"Eleanor." He choked, almost as if her name was forgein.
She shook her head, tears flowing down her cheeks. Louis grabbed both her hands and before he could say anything else Eleanor pulled him close and pressed his mouth to hers.
The taste, the smell, the feeling. It was all so familar.
She could breathe again.
She could breathe again.
