2013
Harry is sitting on the edge of his bed with his phone in his hand. Its screen is shattered, forming lighting bolts in various directions. The floor is warm beneath his feet, matching the climate outside. It seems as if the heat took a toll on time and speed. Everything is more or less indolent. His mind on the other hand is on alert though, nothing hazy about it.
If he thinks about it, he feels rather electric right now, energetic even and high of a text message. It reads well, for things have gone his way again.
This time he actually had to make an effort; a pertinent smile and one careful touch were not enough to make her swoon over every word that tumbled from his lips, to make them speak the same language for a night. She still doesn't view him beneath the same light as he does, but she didn't decline his carefully worded request for a meet up either.
Her affection is gradual and inconsistent. Definitely not a constant star.
It's a relief when he hears a soft knock on his door. To see Eleanor standing in front of him, anticipating something.
"Evening, Harry"
Her greeting is quiet, as usual. Sometimes it's as if she's frightened that someone, anyone could see her open up to someone other than her boyfriend. But today Harry notices a change in her demeanor. Her face is adorned with a small, although saccharine smile. Even if it holds just for a second, the way she meets him with something other than a frown and eyeroll is telling, as well as the force she uses to push past him, into his hotel room.
He can't seem to move from his spot by the open door.
Eleanor regards him closely as she walks backwards onto the bed and let's herself fall onto illuminated bedsheets, with such uncharacteristically lightheartedness. Eleanor is his sunny weather, which makes him dizzy.
Oh my.
"What has you looking so constipated?"
Her remark is met with an eyebrow raise. She then shuffles backwards on the mattress and lets her flip-flops slip from her feet. Their bright pink is a stark contrast against the otherwise neutral furnishing.
He hides his gleeful grin from her, as he finally decides to close the door, face turned towards the wood. He might as well be dreaming. It'd be a big fat lie if he didn't admit that he's curious, as to her sudden change of heart. Blame it on the humidity, blame it on the pre-show champagne or the city of Houston. Better, he'd fancy to blame the whole matter on himself.
"Where's Eleanor and what have you done to her?", he stops and walks over to her figure, to halt in front of her spreaded knees, not quite in between them yet. It forces her to look up at him. "The only times I've seen you happy is after three glasses of wine. Are you drunk?"
And she laughs. A fascinating sound, competing against the loviliest symphonies.
For a moment he thought he saw an angel.
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Who else is excited for Halloween and the weather to be finally cold?
I think I'm going to rewatch the Harry Potter movies for the 100th time some time bc it's autumn tradition.
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Fanfiction" What would Louis say, if he'd saw you like this? " "He'd wonder what's taking you so long " Or when Harry's been secretely pinning after Eleanor since 2011 and all of sudden Niall forgot what platonic meant. Warnings: Adult content, hea...
