Prologue

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Eleanor Calder P.O.V

"Honey, it's time."

Those where the words that I never wanted to hear, ever. I looked at myself in the mirror I don't want this. Never ever have I wanted this. Now I wish I had never said yes when Louis asked me to marry him.

Me an Louis where on a date. We had been dating for 5 years. Yep One direction has been going on for 6 years. As strong as ever! Anyway... Louis took me to a restaurant in London. I was wearing this. I don't know why but I now didn't have this little tingle in my stomach when I was around Louis... When the waitress came to take our order I felt like shit, well she treated me like shit. Absolute shit! She obviously shipped Larry Stylinson not Elounor. She payed so much attention to Louis she didn't even take my order! BITCH ELERT.

Now shit this and shit that happened and I finally got me order, and Louis said he wanted to make a toast. I still remember those exact words that he said 'To my jewel Eleanor. I love you with all my heart. I can still remember the day we met, when Harry introduced us, now I can never ' thank Harry enough. You are my missing puzzle piece, the air to my lungs and the soul to my heart and I wish to spend every moment with you. So I want to ask you this: Do you have the honour of becoming Eleanor Jane Tomlinson?' I was speachless. I seriously was. I nodded to shook up for words. He smiled and kissed me while the other people having the their valentines dinner 'awed' at how cute it was.

Sometimes I think back to how cute it was. But I had no time. Luckily I had to go to the toilet so I excused myself and went but the thing is I had a bag with me as well so I could change and make an escape without anyone else knowing. I changed into this. It was not so hard to run because I had trainers on and not heels. 'I'm soo sorry Lou!' I thought. I left my wedding dress there. I could just go. I planned to go to France. Paris to be exact, I had just bought a flat that looked over the Eiffel Tower. I had my things packed up in the car ready to go. Luckily no-one noticed me and I got my keys and got in my car and sped off. I will now be known as the girl that left Louis at the church.

I turned the radio to Radio 1 to find One Direction playing: 'Story Of My Life' I swear to god this song makes me shed tears. I started to sing along:

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain

I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days

She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones

It seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone

And I'll be gone gone tonight

The ground beneath my feet is open wide

The way that I been holdin' on too tight

With nothing in between

The story of my life I take her home

I drive all night to keep her warm and time

Is frozen (the story of, the story of)

The story of my life I give her hope

I spend her love until she's broke inside

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

Written on these walls are the colors that I can't change

Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage

I know that in the morning

I see us in the light upon the hill

Although I am broken, my heart is untamed still

And I'll be gone gone tonight

The fire beneath my feet is burning bright

The way that I been holdin' on so tight

With nothing in between

The story of my life I take her home

I drive all night to keep her warm and time

Is frozen (the story of, the story of)

The story of my life I give her hope

I spend her love until she's broke inside

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

And I been waiting for this time to come around

But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds

The story of my life I take her home

I drive all night to keep her warm and time

Is frozen

The story of my life I give her hope (give her hope)

I spend her love until she's broke inside (until she's broke inside)

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

The story of my life

The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

The story of my life

Tears were streaming down my face. Part of me wanted to turn round but part of me didn't. I knew I couldn't.

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