Everlasting: a One Direction/Eleanor Calder fanfic

Chapter 8

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Friday had come around after many devastating events in the past few days. Danielle's house was still a trashed and broken mystery, the tension between the boys still soared to new heights, and Eleanor losing her hair topped it all off. After her breakdown, Danielle was able to finish buzzing off the rest of Eleanor's hair evenly. Overwhelming thoughts and emotions swarmed over the two, and Eleanor finally decided that she wanted to get a wig.

"I just can't step foot outside looking like this, Dani..." El stated earlier on. "I'll have to tell everyone why I'm bald and ugly...and I'm just not quite ready for that. I'm going to do my best to prolong it as much as I possibly can."

"Oh!" Dani had shouted in response. "Lou is in town right now, isn't she? Maybe she can come over and help you find some options..."

Eleanor had a blank expression in return. "Options? Danielle, I have no hair at all to work with..."

Afterwards, she called Lou Teasdale, the boys' hairdresser, and broke all of the news to her. Lou responded lightly by saying that she was already aware of Eleanor's condition because of Louis' absences. With that, El told her that she wanted to begin wearing a wig.

Lou made her way to El's flat the next morning and brought all of her hair equipment. After sifting through multiple wigs, she found the one that she felt looked the most natural on her. It was brown, closely to her original color, and had bangs. Some work would have to be done with it, but she didn't care. She knew that it was going to be completely different, but she felt as if she had no choice but to make the best of it.

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As night fell over London, the alcohol was steadily pouring into Liam's glass. He and Eleanor were both sat in Louis' house. Waiting on Louis to return from picking up El's medicine, they sat in silence. Liam sat his old-fashioned rocks glass down on the bar once more after throwing back another mouthful of whiskey. His eyes were glazed over and red, his appearance rugged as he wore his frayed old muscle tank top. Standing up from the recliner, Eleanor walked over to Liam and took a seat at the bar beside him.

"You a bit thirsty there, mate?" she asked, laughing as she settled herself on the bar stool.

Liam stared forward, not acknowledging her comment.

"Or are you hoping to find something at the bottom of that bottle of bourbon?" she continued to joke, though he still ignored her. "Well don't be so talkative, now..."

"Hello?" she pushed forward. "Is everything okay, Liam?"

"Everything is just peachy..." he sighed.

"Well it sure doesn't sound like it...nor does it look like it..." she hinted towards the amount of alcohol that he'd already drank.

"I'm just...not quite feeling up to par." he admitted to her.

"Alright..." she responded. "That's fine, I just wanted you to know that I do care. If there's something that you want to talk about, I'm here."

Liam let out a light laugh in his drunk state. "I don't even know where I'd start..."

"I'm here for the whole night, Liam. I mean, you can tell me whatever you want to. Until Louis comes back, it's just you and I..." she said.

"To be completely goddamn honest, it's not worth your time. There's really no fucking point..." he shook his head.

"No point in what?" El asked.

"Talking...acting like I care...living...breathing. There's no point..." Liam confessed.

Eleanor shot him a confused look. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you? Do you need some water or aspirin?"