Turdy Seven (A Heleanor Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Things had certainly not gone the way Eleanor, or Harry for that matter, had planned.

They were still standing in silence, apart from the sound of the heavy downpour and occasional burst of thunder. Brown eyes stared into green ones expectantly and vice versa. Most of the sunlight had disappeared when the gray clouds rolled in, blocking the rays that had not shined through in weeks. Even with the lack of brightness, the pair was still able to read each others expressions. Mixed emotions of nerves and fear tainted both of their faces. They were each expecting the other to speak up.

Harry finally removed his stare from Eleanor's confused face. He had been looking for signs of her reaction. He was dying to know how she was feeling, what she thought about what had just happened. Harry wasn't quite sure how to feel himself, but there was one thing he was certain of. He would kill to do it again.

To his own surprise, his need for the girl before him had not deteriorated in the slightest. He thirsted for Eleanor now more than ever. What he thought could quench his ever growing feelings had only caused his need and want for her to grow stronger.

"Harry," his head immediately snapped back towards Eleanor at the sound of her voice. Despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but think of how good it felt to hear his name fall from her now pink kiss-swollen lips.

"We should get back," she nearly whispered. "Louis is probably worrying."

His heart fell as he returned to reality. Right. Louis. Her boyfriend. Of course, nothing had changed. This had been her plan, to kiss him and then go back to her precious boyfriend. He could already feel his cheeks begin to redden once more. This time it was not only from embarrassment, but from anger as well.

Harry frowned then nodded in disappointment. It wasn't that he had expected anything to be different. Yet, a small and strong part of him now held all the mislead hope in the world.

"Come on," Harry said in a frustrated tone. He quickly turned towards the rainy beach and began walking in the direction of the boy who had everything he wanted. He didn't want Eleanor to see the upset look on his face.

All Harry could think to ask himself as he dragged his feet along the sand was why? Why had she done it? Why would she kiss him and then go back to Louis? How could she lead him on like that? Even if it was just for brief moment, she had given Harry the hope he had been working so hard to demolish.

Eleanor was following closely behind Harry, but he made sure to stay a few steps ahead of her. His long legs gave him an advantage. He didn't want to start any type of conversation with the girl who had lead him on so effectively only minutes ago. He watched the rain drops hit his bare skin as he wished they could wash away the horrible and hurt feeling he had just acquired.

He felt like such a fool for allowing himself to get so caught up in Eleanor. He should have known from the beginning that something like this would happen if he didn't put more effort into keeping away from her. He could have prevented this, but he had become too enticed by the very idea of the girl he was trying to ignore now. All his thoughts brought him back to the feeling of guilt. He was back at square one.

He didn't want to think about it anymore. The realization that Eleanor would never be his hurt him too much. Instead he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting the droplets hit his face. Small curls from his soaked hair stuck to his forehead. He kept walking, rhythmically shifting his weight from one foot to the other, kicking sand up with every step.

Before he knew it, Louis and Charlize came into view. They didn't notice him and Eleanor approach them. Louis was pacing impatiently. Charlize seemed to only just take notice of Harry's absence. She stood and said something to Louis that was inaudible to Harry from his distance.