Okey. This chapter is written by the amazing TommosFreak. I'm not going to edit this one, because I really like how it goes, and it could easily fit my idea. ENJOY! xx
Louis' POV ;;
I sat alone on the couch of our apartment, mine and Harry's shared apartment. We moved in around fourteen months ago. Everything was going great with us; we were still best friends, told each other everything, and on top of that we were lovers, partners and roommates. Okay. Maybe that seem a bit overwhelming, because we're always together, and it is sometimes. But when you have a partner like mine, everything just gets better, he makes everything better. Speaking of him, he is almost forty minutes late for our home-made dinner date.... again. I don't want to complain, he did tell me that he was going to hang out with his friends, but he promised he'll back for dinner, and it's almost 9;30pm now.
I sighed as I looked around the room with a soft smile, I spent the whole day planning this whole thing (more like the whole week!). It's been a while since we had the night to ourselves, Harry was mostly busy with friends and studying, and I was busy with my part-time job. So I was really excited for today. I even asked Eleanor to help me. Eleanor and I used to be together before I fell for Harry and apologized to her many times, but we still decided to keep in touch, we're in good terms now, she's probably the only one I can trust, aside from Harry..
The room was dark, but there were candles that lit the place a bit. There were candles almost everywhere. Not to mention the rose petals lying on the ground along the way. It was more like Eleanor's idea, but yeah. I'm not much of a romantic, like she is. The candles and petals lined from the front door to the small kitchen, where I had cooked Harry's favorite meal, and then it leads to the bedroom; our bedroom. It seemed like in those romantic movies where the guy wants the girl to follow the candles and stuff. It was a mere idea that came out of my mouth, and Eleanor immediately attempted it..
I took my phone and dialed Harry's number, for the twenty-third time....no answer. I looked around one more time at the apartment before quickly taking my phone and calling Eleanor "Hey, how was it?" The cheery voice said through the other line. I was about to talk when I heard a slight gasp "Wait... It's still early, which only means...." She stayed quiet for a moment, and I did the same. I knew that she would say it out any second now "He didn't show up!" She almost whispered but I could hear her. "Well....It's not like he meant to. Maybe he just---" I was cut off by Eleanor's angry voice "Don't you dare defend him, Lou!! It's the fourth time, Louis. FOURTH TIME, for god's sake" She said almost yelling..
I just staid quiet and sighed. "I know" I said softly, before we both fell silent for a few moments. "Come on, get dressed, I'm coming to pick you up" She said going back to her bubbly attitude. "I don't really feel li--" She cut me off again, typical El. "Stop it! You deserve to go outside, not just lock yourself inside and wait to get laid by that jerk" She was so straight-forward, which made me blush, good thing she (or Harry) wasn't here. "What if he comes back?" I asked hesitantly. "Well, then, he'll just have to wait, just like you waited for him all these times" She said, and without even letting me answer, she continued "I'll be there in 10 minutes, you better be ready Tomlinson" She said before she hung up. I guess I'm going out with Eleanor for the night..
