Turdy Seven (A Heleanor Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

   When Harry had arrived at Eleanor's house he had a million thoughts running through his head. He had decided when he woke that he would go to Louis and talk about what had happened. He had barely slept all night with the thought of whether or not Eleanor was alright. Louis had been far too hard on her, in his opinion. This was a strange feeling to him. He had never worried about her before, but at this moment he cared about her just as much as he cared about talking to Louis about the previous night's conversation.

   He had decided to put his worries to rest and fix things before they got out of hand, after all, the whole mess had been his own fault. Harry should never have even thought about spending time with Louis' girlfriend. But did he really believe that? He wasn't even sure of what his intentions had been. Everything about this situation perplexed Harry.

   When he got up from his hotel bed in the morning, he had already been awake for a couple hours. It was early, maybe a little too early to show up at Eleanor's house considering the time they had probably gotten to sleep last night. Harry didn't care though. His only interest was getting everything straightened out with his best friend. He couldn't stand the idea of having one of the only people he trusted in the world not trust him.

   There was also the fact that he couldn't go on any longer not knowing if Eleanor was alright, but he tried to push that thought away. Thoughts such as those were the types that got him in this situation to begin with. Harry needed to distance himself from Eleanor. He would be going to New York next week, a place where nothing would remind him of her. Until then he would just do his best to avoid her. Even though he didn't know exactly how he felt about her at the moment, he didn't want to find out. Harry was much too scared of what he might discover if he did.

   Harry intended to speak to Louis and then leave as soon as possible, but when she slowly pulled the door open he knew that wouldn't happen.

   Eleanor stood in the doorway to her home. Her hair was a mess but she still managed to look just as beautiful as she usually did, Harry observed. To his surprise, she was still wearing the same clothing she had on the last time he had seen her. She seemed tired, stressed even. All of Harry's worries were confirmed just by her appearance. He knew she had a tough night and it was all because of him.

   Eleanor's expression turned from sadness to confusion at the sight of the tall boy standing before her. "Harry?" she asked, not sure what else to say. She was just as surprised as he was. They gaped at each other for a moment until Harry cleared his throat to break the silence.

   "Morning," Harry greeted awkwardly, "So I, uh... wanted to... is Louis..." he sighed and gave in to the overbearing question, "Are you okay, Eleanor? What happened?" Harry took another pause until he came up with his true question. "What did he do?" he asked with a deeply set frown.

   "It's not what he did. It's what I did," she said taking Harry by surprise yet again. What could she have possibly done wrong when Louis was the one upsetting her last night?

   Eleanor bravely looked into Harry's eyes, something she could never do when she was mad at her boyfriend. Where she expected to find accusation, she found comfort in his concerned stare. He wanted to know everything. She could tell just by his expression, and strangely enough, she felt comfortable telling him. She felt comfortable telling her relationship issues to Harry, a boy she always had around but never truly gave much thought to. Eleanor didn't understand it, but she needed someone and Harry had recently been the only one who seemed to care.

   "You can come inside. He's not here," she quickly added, gesturing for him to come into her house.

   Harry was apprehensive at the idea, an endless list of consequences to coming inside flashed before his eyes. Yet, looking at Eleanor in her time of need, he could not deny his comfort to the girl standing before him. He did what he had come with no intentions of doing and decided to talk to Eleanor.