Before The End (One Direction)

10. Betrayed

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Louis POV~

I woke up early after the night of partying with a pounding headache. Everybody in the house was still in a deep drunken sleep, but I had already agreed to pick up Eleanor from the station first thing that morning.

It wasn't until I saw Eleanor at the station that I realized something was wrong. She was standing at the door unsmiling with her nose buried deeply within her phone. Even when she saw me, she continued the empty and emotionless expression she was holding. She hugged me when I opened my arms for her but she didn't go in for a surprise kiss like she usually did. She didn't even hold my hand as we walked back to the car.

The entire drive back to the the hotel was an awkward silence. I could see her eyes baring into me. Every few minutes I glanced over to see her dart her eyes away nervously. I tried to make conversation but she wasn't up for it at all. Even in her state of clear upset, I thought she was beautiful.

After we'd made it across town in silence, I pulled the car into the parking garage and cut the engine awkwardly. "Did... did I do something?" I asked finally.

She took a deep breath without speaking. Her eyes held a strange amount of anger. She didn't look at me.

"What it is El?" I couldn't keep the fear out of my voice. Eleanor rarely got angry with me. There was never a time I could remember where she'd given me such a cold shoulder.

She just shook her head and dug through her purse for her phone. I realized what was going to happen seconds before I heard my own voice coming through the speaker. "He's having a look. He's thinking I'm sure I can smell an illegal substance in there. And he's hit the nail on the head."

"My mother sent this to me this morning Louis," she glared at me in a way that made me want to run screaming from the car. I felt the blood drain from my face in horror.

*****The Previous Night*****

"Harry, not on the kitchen table," I called to him from the living room couch. I was sitting and observing the events around me unfold with a strong intoxicated interest. He was leaning over the table with a credit card and a small amount of cocaine spread in half finished messy lines. "We don't want to accidentally get high with breakfast."

"You didn't have a problem getting high earlier," Zayn commented as he came up for air. Currently he was in a passionate liplock with a girl he'd met at the bar. He was so entwined with the girl that it was almost difficult to tell the difference between his limbs and hers. I wondered what his girlfriend thought about this. She knew to an extent that he liked to flirt with strange girls but there relationship was rocky enough as it was.

I smirked.

"I'm not approving of either but joints and cocaine are two very different substances," Liam laughed. He was the least intoxicated of all of us but still pretty gone. He was playing guitar with Niall on the floor infront of the TV. Every few minutes he would belt out a loud lyric from our newest album.

"Please Harry," I pressed standing up, and approaching him. I flashed the kindest smile I could muster. "If you must do it, please do it somewhere else."

Harry was in a particularly happy mood. He'd slept with a girl in the bathroom of the bar before we left and since returning from that endeavor he'd walked with pride and excitement in his step. I was only mildly and pleasantly surprised when he shrugged and swiped the powdery substance back into the bag. "I'll be right back then," he assured me before heading to his room. He returned moments later with the slightest bit of white residue on the tip of his nose, an open bottle of vodka in his hand, and a bright smile on his face.