Turdy Seven (A Heleanor Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

Stumbling and incoherent, Louis downed the last sip of his drink and placed the empty glass at his feet, too dazed to do anything else with it. His head spun with the scene before him. The beating in his head clashed painfully with the beat of the music. It had Louis' frustration gradually building up.

He pushed his hair out of his face rather roughly, letting out an exasperated sigh. Getting drunk had not brought him the contentment he had so hopelessly yearned for. The couple glasses of whiskey he had managed to acquire and consume in matter of minutes now boiled in his bloodstream.

The unpleasant buzz had him confused and concerned with only one thing: his girlfriend. He had allowed for her to go off with another guy like it was nothing. He hadn't so much as put up a fight, let alone even bothered to look for her. He had let this happen and it made him feel weak. It wasn't only tonight that he was mad at himself over. Louis hated that he had let this entire catastrophe unravel before him without a second thought. How could he have let this happen?

People bumped into the drunken boy, or perhaps he was bumping into people. Either way, he couldn't tell or care. Those who surrounded him completely disregarded his blatantly intoxicated form. A couple of flashes reached Louis' line of vision from the corner of his eye, not helping his dizziness at all. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment in order to escape the irritating flash, aimlessly rubbing his temples.

"Louis?"

Fear struck Louis at the sound of the unmistakably familiar voice. It took all his efforts to come to terms with who was calling his attention. His eyelids slowly revealed his girlfriend in a more blurred form.

"Oh look everyone, my girlfriend's here!" Louis felt the need to shout to no one in particular.

Eleanor immediately recognized the state he was in, having seen it way too many times before.

"Why don't I just take you home," she quickly suggested. She gently reached for him to take him by his arm, but Louis briskly pulled away.

"Right," he scoffed. "Is Harold coming too?"

She frowned at him. "No," she spoke through gritted teeth. Eleanor knew she didn't have the right to get mad. They both knew what he was getting at was true. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"Oh no!" Louis raised his voice. "We won't."

"Lou-"

"Always trying to avoid this, aren't we?" He cut Eleanor off before she could continue. "Why don't you listen this time?" He paused for effect. "Oh, that's right, Harry's probably looking for you. Well, best not keep him waiti-"

"Stop it! Just stop!" She yelled, clenching her small fists in anger. Louis was pushing her further than she could handle.

"What's wrong?" he went on, dangerously sarcastic, "Did you get bored of him too?"

Eleanor choked on a medley of enragement and guilt. Her nails dug into the palm of her hand in a petty attempt to keep what little composure still remained with her. The hunger she felt for her hand to violently connect with his face was nearly overcoming it. It was so tempting despite her awareness of how true everything he had said was. 

Why did it hurt so much to hear this? Hadn't she made up her mind to choose Harry over Louis by now? She hadn't had time to process the situation until now that it was slapping her in the face. Everything was catching up to her and it was a lot to take in, to say the least. No matter how blatantly intoxicated Louis appeared, she knew the words uttered and slurred were nothing but truth.

She swallowed her fury and tried to put her focus back on getting Louis' drunken self into a less public environment, making a second attempt at taking his arm. 

"C'mon. You need to get home." Eleanor shouted over the noise another time.

Once again, Louis managed to pull away. "Do you really think I'm going anywhere with you?!" He smirked like he knew exactly what his words were doing to her. "Do you really think I would ever want to see someone like you again?"

He gave her a look that just dared her to disagree with anything he had just claimed. Louis was right about her and Harry. Eleanor couldn't say otherwise, and that only worked to further enrage her. When she didn't have a response, Louis began to walk away, pleased with everything he had gotten out. His aim to hurt her like she had hurt him was complete.

"Fine then. Just go!" Eleanor pointlessly spat out. Louis could get mobbed by the paps waiting for him outside for all she cared. She didn't want to stand there and take what he had to say to her. She didn't want to care what happened to Louis from here on out.

Louis' figure merged back among the others surrounding them and he was gone. And with that Eleanor's racing heart returned back to normal without him around.