Turdy Seven (A Heleanor Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

"You coming?" Harry looked back at Eleanor. She still stood in the same spot. He had already taken a few steps down the hall, away from where most people were situated.

If she wouldn't come with him, he might not be able to bear it. He waited for the rejection he had never experienced to hit him at any moment. She couldn't notice but his hands were shaking with anticipation. Briskly, he tucked them away under his arms, giving an impatient look to his lanky form.

Eleanor was contemplating what she had just agreed to; a talk. Without a clue as to what he would need to say that was so important, she speeded over to catch up to him. She couldn't keep him waiting any longer.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief that did not go unnoticed by Eleanor. He had not been sure if she would risk being to caught by Louis to fulfill his request but she had obliged without too much struggle on her behalf. She didn't seem too troubled by the idea of being caught alone with Harry by Louis. But why should she? They were supposed to be just friends after all, and Louis should have been able accept that. In her opinion, there should have been nothing wrong with what they were doing from Louis' view, but that was only because he was unaware of what had recently been occurring between his girlfriend and best friend. She had no idea how much longer she could hide her infatuation with the curly, sweet boy that she had come to care for in just a few short days.

Harry was hesitant but he placed a now still hand on Eleanor's shoulder. He could feel her become tense for an instant and then return to normal. He led her deeper into the arena, down corridors that became more and more deserted by the turn of every corner.

Truthfully, Harry had no idea where he was going. That was the idea. If he couldn't normally find the place where he was headed then neither could Louis. He was done with the constant interruptions and worrying about Louis seeing them. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right.

Eleanor didn't question him, seeing as he was so determined to have this conversation with her. She allowed him to take her along until they stopped at a completely secluded room, far from anyone they knew. A long way from anybody's speculations.

The room was long and the door had been labeled with a faded storage sign, although it was found empty by the pair. Harry quickly shut the door behind them and flicked on the switch. The illumination revealed a gray paint chipped wall and aged wooden floors. Perfect, Harry thought to himself. The room had obviously not been used in ages, therefore no one would come looking for them there. The problem would be finding their way back, but Harry didn't worry about that. Telling Eleanor how he felt had occupied too much of his thoughts to worry about anything else.

Looking around, she held her arms to her chest the way she had done on the beach during the chilly rain. Harry had picked up that it was a clear sign she was nervous. He didn't want that, though. He was nervous enough for the both of them.

She stared at him sadly, sympathetically. In the past week she had seen him in a completely different light than she ever had before. It wasn't at all strange for her. It had been like meeting a completely new person, or more so, discovering one that she had overlooked for far too long.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. Eleanor was about to break the silence when Harry beat her to it.

"Do you love Louis?"

"What?"

"Do you love Louis?" He repeated firmly. "And I don't mean 'do you care about him?'. I mean are you in love with him?"

She processed his words as slowly as she could. Was the love she had once felt for him gone now? She knew the answer. She had known it for the longest time, but the words had never been spoken aloud.

"No..." She admitted. "I was once but..." She shook her head at the reality of everything she just said.

Harry observed her every move, every breath she in took. What he did next he hadn't planned, but things weren't going according to plan anyhow.

He grabbed her, pulling her impossibly close. With his fingertips pushing hungrily into her hips, his head tilted downward to accommodate to her height. His mouth slowly moved in to connect with hers. He could feel her trembling beneath him, but it didn't stop him. The anticipation was killing Eleanor. The tortuously slow rate at which he was closing their proximity left her needing and wanting him now more than she ever had before.

When Harry's warm lips finally met hers, she savored the feeling of having him so close. He gently massaged her bottom lip, driving her insane. She wanted to feel more of him while she could. Her hands trailed down his chest feeling every taut muscle under his warm, exposed skin that then relaxed under her touch. Eleanor was glad he hadn't chucked on a shirt before he left the dressing room. She kissed him back following his sultry and steady pace.

Harry continued the movements of his lips against hers. He needed to show her how he felt; how she made him feel. He enveloped her in his arms against his unclothed chest. His heart beat so rapidly, he began to hope she could feel it too. He wanted her to finally know just how crazy he was about her.

Letting his emotions overtake him, his lips travelled over to her jawbone where he continued to kiss her smooth skin until he found himself hovering over her neck. He breathed in her scent, familiarizing himself with it.

Eleanor's hands moved lower towards Harry's abdomen where a trail of hair peaked out from under his tight jeans. She kept them there, enjoying the feeling of having his defined stomach just under her fingertips.

He quickly nipped at her porcelain skin between wet kisses. A hum of pleasure escaped her lips at contact.

"I like you too, El." he murmured against her skin. "So much."

With the biggest weight off his chest, he kissed the girl that was finally his... until show time.

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Neither of them were sure where to take things from here. They both knew they liked each other. It had been made clear just minutes ago when they were caught up in one another.

"I want to be with you," Harry was yet to lose the confidence having her gave him. He stared at her back dreamily.

Eleanor's eyes shot at Harry. Did he really mean it? She wanted nothing more.

"You're gonna be late for the show," she began to quicken her strides down the corridor. They were nearing the backstage now. She walked ahead of him, knowing that with just one look she would give in to discussing what he wanted.

He held on to her wrist with both hands and leaned back on the heels of his boots keeping her stationary like a child would to a parent.

"Pleeeaase?" He whined.

She gave in so easily, taking a step back towards him. He loosened his grip, but not letting go of her. Instead he moved to engulf her hand in his own. It was massive by comparison.

"I wanna break up with him," she told Harry.

He quickly tore his glance from their interlocked gaze. A bit of guilt resonated in Harry's chest at the thought of being the cause of ending someone's relationship.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to do this because of me." He gave her a stern look.

"I'm not. I promise I'm not. I've been wanting to end this for a while, you know that." Her words made him think back to the times he had held her while she cried about what Louis had done to her. Part of him was glad he wouldn't have to do that anymore. He couldn't stand to see her suffer.

Harry nodded to her, accepting her decision.

"And then maybe we could let them know we're giving you and I a try?" She asked tentatively. He knew she meant Louis and the rest of the world by 'them'. Eleanor never liked the idea of going around with someone in secret.

In a swift movement, he pulled her to his side and began walking with her pressed to him again. He had his arm around her waist, assuring she wouldn't separate herself from him.

"I would love that," he whispered in her ear and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.