Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 33 & 34: Little Things/Stick To Your Guns

Chapter 33: Little Things

“What’s happened?” Zayn asked me, following Liam and me into the kitchen. Danielle was still blotting Eleanor’s face with a damp rag, telling her to breath in and out like they do to women in labor.

“She’s having a panic attack.” Louis answered for me, not looking back at any of us. He gently pushed Danielle away, quietly thanking her for her help. She put the towel in the sink and went to go stand in Liam’s embrace.

We watched as Louis wrapped his arms around Eleanor and held her tightly. He picked her up off the counter and let her curl into his chest like a baby.

“You can’t go to bed,

Without a cup of tea.

And maybe that’s the reason,

That you talk, in your sleep.

And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep,

Though they make no sense to me.

I know you’ve never loved,

The sound of your voice on tape.

You never want,

To know how much you weigh.

You still have to squeeze,

Into your jeans.

But you’re perfect, to me.”

He began to sing to her, in front of us all. I saw Liam and Zayn exchange wary glances, but nothing was said. Danielle watched him in awe, her hips swaying gently to the imaginary beat. I could only stand there in confusion.

What was happening?

Why was Eleanor having a panic attack?

Louis sings?

I’ve honestly never seen that side to him. I mean, I know Louis loves Eleanor, but I always thought she cared for him. She cooks for him. She cleans for him. She gives him something to come home to.

But now I see that she needs him just as much as he needs her.

“Come on baby, I know that you know the words. I won’t stop my horrible singing until you sing with me.” He urged, taking a brief break in the middle of his song. I don’t know what ‘horrible singing’ he was talking about because, for a street gang fighter, Louis sounded professional.

“I won’t let these little things,

Slip, out, of my mouth.

But if it’s true,

It’s you,

It’s you,

They add up to.

And I’m in love with you,

And all these little things.”

I looked up at Zayn to catch his reaction. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he watched the scene unfold. I’m guessing he never saw his gang mate act like this either.

“You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you.

And you’ll never treat yourself right,

Darling,

But I want you to.

If I let you know,

That I’m here,

For you.”

Louis swayed back and forth with his girl in his arms.

“Maybe you’ll love yourself,