Silly Things Called Odds.

The Story Of Us

Eleanor's P.O.V.

I was excited beyond words, This had to be a dream because it was to good to be true.

I, Eleanor Gracie Sheree was texting thee Louis Tomlinson.

This was to perfect. But I had to maintain myself and act like a regular 18 year old, I shall not fan-girl! I shall be mature of this situation.

I let out a giggle, it was impossible to be mature in this situation I couldn't do it.

I saw my phone light came on.

Text message.

*Hey why is your friend ignoring Harry?x*

Louis asked,Bells was ignoring Harry? that's weird... I thought she'd be texting him like there was no tomorrow.

*I am not quite sure,let me go see. x*

I text him back as I slid my phone in my back pocket.

I heard loud music coming from Bella's room.

I went to open the door, it was locked.

"Arabella! Open the door this very moment!" I said in a strict voice.

"Go away" I heard her say over the loud music.

"Arabella Sophia Wright! Open this door!" I try yelling louder than the music but my voice ended up cracking.

I finally heard the music stop and the door knob wobbled.

Bell's open the door and she seemed confused and lost.

"What do you want...Mum?" She said sarcastically.

"Why haven't you been returning Harry's text? and most importantly what is the matter with you?" I asked her trying to sound as polite as I could.

She shrugged.

I looked at her as one of my eyebrows rose.

"it's nothing really, Hey how about I make us something to eat?" she smiled.

"Bella I want to know what's wrong!" I whined.

"I promise it's nothing!" she lied.

I can tell she was lying, since she was clearly never good at it.

"You're lying" I told her.

"I just... don't feel like texting anyone right now, I have to study for finals and everything" she said as she headed downstairs.

Since Arabella was younger than I was, but her father did own this apartment and all, I was her legal guardian and best friend.

"Final-shminals! You're afraid of falling for him!" I told her as I followed her into the kitchen.

She froze in front of me.

"That's exactly it..." she whispered quietly as she headed toward the fridge and started making pasta.

I texted Lou.

*Well Lou, I have the answer to Harry's question*

he texted back.

*Oh really? what happened?*

I replied.

*She's afraid to fall for him..*

He didn't reply back.

I took a deep loud breath.

"Why don't you just text him...like in a friendly way!" I asked

She shrugged once more.

She was obviously not in the mood.

I let her cool down a little.

Cooking usually took her stress away.

Even though she was younger than I was, she had much more talent for cooking than I ever will! I mean I can burn water...

"Food's ready!" She sung.

Okay she was back to normal.

I smiled and headed toward the dining table.

"Finally! I am starving! I simply fancy your food!" I complimented her.

"Thank You!" she squealed.

"So..." I said awkwardly as I played with the pasta.

"So?" she asked with her mouth full.

"Why won't you talk to Harry?" I looked down as soon as I asked her the question and ate a good quantity of pasta in my mouth.

She signed "I just don't like the popstar type"

"Oh, well that's a simple answer!" I said.

She nodded and continued eating.

She jumped up a little and reached for her phone.

"Hey! No texting at dinner!" I yelled

Which made her drop the phone.

I laughed and reached for the phone.

over 15 unread text from Harry.

"Bell's just answer the god damn messages" I told her seriously.