Louis’ POV:
As I sit here thinking about the past two years with my girlfriend, Eleanor, I realize how much I truly am going to miss her. I’m waiting patiently in the “white girl central” known as Starbucks for her to meet me. We’re going to discuss how we’re going to progress with our relationship. I’m seated towards the back in one of the only booths indoors. I wear a dark hoodie, a pair of Raybandz and try to look unsuspicious as I wait. I’m a bit worrisome, considering the fact that this could be the demise of our relationship. Although I’m deep in my jumbled, barely coherent thoughts, I notice her as she walks in. I am again awe struck with the sight of her. She really is stunning. As she walks closer I notice that she looks as if she’s been sobbing. I hate that she’s been anything other than utterly joyful as of late. She sits down gently, trying not to bump the table as she does so. She doesn’t look at me at first, she does not want to meet my gaze. This is going to be difficult for both of us. “Eleanor…,” I say pathetically. Looking down she says, “don’t Louis, we both know how this is going to end. You wouldn’t have asked to meet me in person otherwise.” I sigh heavily and choke back tears as I mutter under my breath, “It can’t be any other way. We both have to make our dreams come true and go on tour, Love.” She looks up at me, meeting my gaze. There is a solemn tear rolling down her cheek. We sit there a moment, looking each other in the eye, gaze unwavering, I’m going to miss her so much. I take another deep breath and state the obvious, “We have to at least take a break, Eleanor, we can’t make this work like we want. I’m sorry, you know I don’t want this to happen.” God, her brown eyes are just gorgeous. “Louis, I love you. I always will. I hope you do well in whatever you choose. I’ll miss you.” She says. With that she stands up. I grab her hand in silent protest. “Not like this..,” I barely murmur. “Goodbye, Louis.” She kisses the top of my head and walks briskly towards the door, not turning back once.
Eleanor’s POV:
As I walk down the sidewalk outside of Starbucks, I have a moment of realization. I’m no longer in a relationship with my beloved Louis Tomlinson. I feel my eyes watering up again. No, I will not cry right now. I’ll save that for when I get home and I’m alone. I walk quickly, dodging any potholes or any other various obstacles that may stand in my way. I see a cab and thumb a ride, I tell the driver my destination. I choke back tears as I see a billboard for the One Direction 2013 Tour.
Louis’ POV:
As I pay for my coffee, I pull out my phone and call my fellow band mate and best friend, Harry. He answers on the third or fourth ring. “Ello, Lou. How’d the thing go?” I breathed heavily, puffing out my cheeks a bit. “Well, mate, it went as good as it could have gone. I guess I’m single, unfortunately.” His tone gets a bit lighter as he says, “aw, bro, I’m sorry. Wanna meet me and get some tea or somethin’?” This guy really was a good friend. I could come to him for anything, especially these types of situations. Even though it sounded like a good idea, I declined. “No thanks, I think I’m just gonna go somewhere alone for a while.” I could tell he didn’t think it was the best idea, I could almost hear his nod of disapproval as he said, “alrighty, Lou, do whatever you feel is necessary.” The line went dead after a few seconds and I walked out the door that Eleanor had just previously left through. I tried not to cry.
After I got back from my so called “alone time” I met up with the band at the hotel we were currently taking residence in. From the looks of sympathy I was getting I figured that Harry had told them what had happened. “Hey, guys. We have any more of those polos?” “No, mate. We ran out yesterday. How is everything,” Liam asked, a hint of pity in his voice. “Good, I guess. When are we scheduled to leave for the tour tomorrow,” I ask, not really feeling the need to support a conversation. “’Bout noon, do you want to go do something tonight? Before we leave tomorrow,” Niall asks half-heartedly. I could tell he wasn’t feeling up to it. Although I know he didn’t really want to, I took him up on his offer. “Yes, that sounds like a great idea. No need to sit around and sulk all day.”
