“i’m jealous of
your pillows
and of your sheets
i want to hear
the sound of
your heartbeat”
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[ Please read my new fan fiction, Milk and Honey, thanks. :) ]
Eleanor's POV:
"How fucking dare you." I spat, glaring at what a piece of shit he was. And how I could have ever fallen for him.
"Eleanor- babe you know I'm sorry-" He tried to say. His words sounded pathetic as fuck to me, he kept stumbling to find them.
"I leave for 5 days and come back with you fucking another girl?" I question, my hands on my hips.
"It was a one time thing!" He said, his voice rising. Yet I didn't care, I'm not intimidated by him the least. "Baby, you know I love you." He said trying to grab me by my waist. Only to be smacked in his pathetic face of pure guilt.
"Don't touch me, ever in your life, you cunt." I barked, backing away from him and grabbing a bag to fill with my clothes, as I looked at the ring on my finger and threw it at him.
"Fuck." He grumbled, hand on cheek, slamming the door behind him, leaving me alone in a big bedroom.
I just don't understand, men. I don't.
I'm pretty, I'm rich, I treat them with so much fucking respect and loyalty that I don't get why they all seem to cheat on me.
Max, happened to convice me to marry him when I was 20, yes, when I worked for Modest! as a coverup, for the one and only, Louis Tomlinson. Who was a sweetheart the whole time I covered for him.
And honestly, maybe it's because of my past job that nobody wants to date me?
It's not like I wanted that shit job, anyways.
My father just plain forced me to.
"Eleanor, if you don't do it you can bet your ass you'll be having to go to school and get a real job, and a real house to live in."
Fuck him, of course I had to do it.
Men are really just a pain in the arse, aren't they?
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Harry POV:
"Darcy?" I whispered, walking to her bedroom door, and opening it quietly, making sure for it to not make any noise. "Yes?" She asked, sitting on the bed in a pink tutu, black leggings with pink jelly fish on them and a long sleeve pink shirt, bathed and hair combed in a messy bun, which Niall obviously did before dropping her off, bless him.
"Do you want something to eat?" I asked, looking at her fumble around with her doll in her hand, I was still standing in the doorway, with my head peeking in. "No. I already ate." Darcy replied, no emotion on her face as she studied the doll with brown hair in front of her, and blue eyes, wearing a plain black dress and no shoes.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, quietly, walking into the room and sitting down next to her.
"Why did you and Louis drift apart?" She asked suddenly, I could feel my breath hitch in my throat at the question. "What do you mean?" I said, hopefully so that she could just be quiet and say 'never mind' but, no it didn't work. "I saw pictures in Uncle Niall's home. And they were from different years. 2010, 2011, 2012, and 2013. You guys drifted apart more and more in each picture." She said quietly, not looking up at me. "Well- I- Darcy please don't make me talk about this-" I stuttered, rubbing my face with my hands, not looking at her because I could feel her eyes burning me. "Did you leave mum because of him?" She asked, eyes watering and I wanted to die right in that moment.
"No." I replied, looking straight at the wall in front of me.
"It seems like you did. You left her because of him.. because of him mum isn't with us anymore..." She said, staring at me.
I kept quiet. I kept quiet just staring at the wall, trying to figure out how to explain.
"I don't have a family anymore because of him." She said, eyes red and crying. "Because of him you and mum-"
"Be quiet." I said, voice louder then I expected. "You don't know anything, and some day I'll tell you and you'll figure it out but right now, just go to sleep." I said, voice deep and stern, getting up from the bed. "Daddy-"
"No. Go to sleep."
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Harry went to his room and pulled a sheet of paper out. Not sure where exactly his diary was, he grabbed the nearest pen which happened to be an old pen that Louis bought him in 2012, on their trip to Japan.
"I gave you space so your could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free.
And I hope that you find the missing piece to bring you back to me."
There are six types of love.
Eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
Pragma
love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Mania
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers
Agape
selfless altruistic love; spiritual
I like to this that me ad Louis are 'Storge.'
I like to think that me and the ex wife are 'Pragma.'
I like to hide the fact that for the ex wife, in her world, our 'love' was just 'Ludus.'
Dear piece of paper, it's been a while since I've written in my diary. And I can't find it.
So instead I'll just spread my thoughts of ink onto you.
Yes, I was mean to her, that's the first time I was ever that mean to her. I regret my tone, I really do. I just hope that this doesn't change anything between us, and anyways she does have to go to her mothers tomorrow. Hopefully they don't get mobbed.
-Love, Harry. xo
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"Please, just let me stay here, for one day. That's all." Eleanor said, to the young man, who was standing in the doorway staring at her
"Fine, don't go into my room." He said, voice like a child.
"Yeah, okay." Eleanor said, walking inside and having her son, William, close the door, who looked exactly like Louis, but leaner, not as much bum and brown eyes.
Sorry this is short, just trying to get all my stories updated today xoxo.
