Bad Luck {Louis Tomlinson} [ON HOLD]

Chapter 15 - Eleanor, Andrew and Moving

(I'd just like to say that I think Elounor is very real and they are great for each other. I am not basing this off any true story or series of events)

Louis' POV

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I woke up with a hangover from the night before and a sleeping Eleanor cuddled up into my side. I looked down at her but nothing caused me to smile. I felt no butterflies seeing her nuzzling into my neck. No adoration towards her. Shes beautiful, I can't deny her that but... but she's not Hazel. Why am I dating her? This makes no sense? Oh. Right. She's a famous model. Management. It would have happened some time soon, I'm always the person they set someone up with. I wasn't in a relationship either so it was very convenient for them. Had I asked Hazel to be mine she probably would've left anyway. Even if it hurt her more because she knew I loved her too. Or is that it? She left because she thought I wouldn't miss her? Think again... I just.. I can't even try to forget her. I mean, it's even harder now that she works part time at Amy's Espresso. That's probably the only place I go. Sometimes with Eleanor if we're forced. I'm pretty sure Eleanor doesn't love or like me and is only using me to boost her fame and for the money yet I'm too afraid to break it off with her. The contract ended a couple days ago but she showed no signs of wanting it to end. The way she glared at Hazel, as if she just knew that she was the reason to my detachment. I mean, she did see Hazel break down in front of me. I don't know how I'm going to tell Eleanor it was only a contract and that I'm sorry I just... I don't know. I pulled on my hair frustratedly. It might seem creepy but I was looking through the window of her new job, looking at her, her bouncy hair falling past her face, the way she laughed while she was looking down, giving me the impression that she was talking to someone. Probably that Will guy. I'm not going to lie. He really rubs me the wrong way. Hazel had looked up and though we only made eye contact for a couple of milliseconds I could see all the emotion she had stored away in her green eyes. The same eyes that not too long ago were just grey and lifeless because of me. I removed myself from Eleanor -without caution- and got up to put some pants on and make some coffee. I boiled the water and poured the coffee into our espresso machine. Eleanor trudged downstairs, hungover just like me. She took the coffee I was just making and made her way over to the bathroom to look for some advil probably. I rolled my eyes at her. She'd been less polite and more snarky recently and she probably thought I didn't notice it. She never had time to talk and only went out with me when we were going shopping or when management said we had to. She was always out with friends or flirting with the other boys which didn't really annoy me because, of course, this was all set up. Whenever I brought up how I felt way too distant from her and that maybe we should take a break, she broke out into tears and pretended she loved me. I just, I've hurt enough people in this world. I can't take leaving her even though I know she wouldn't care. I mean, I know Hazel has moved on and in a way, I have too. Sure, we won't forget each other but we no longer feel the pain of lost love. I tried but maybe it was just a lost cause all along.

"Ugh. Are we going to spend all day inside? I want to go shopping with Ashleigh," Eleanor complained. I calmly looked up at her,

"You went shopping yesterday," I said before looking back down at my phone.

"But I didn't buy much! Plus! All you do is mope around the flat all day," she whined at me. I looked back up at her.

"My flat," I corrected her, putting emphasis on 'my.' She glared at me and went back up to my room, probably to get changed. Yes, El was living with me but probably not for much longer. She skipped back downstairs with her phone in hand and I quickly but subtly grabbed my credit card that was on the kitchen counter. Eleanor's eyes immediately flew to the vacant spot and looked at me.

"Yes?" I asked indifferently.

"Where's the card?" She accused me. What? It was my card and my money that she was spending.