One Of Her Students.

Chapter Eleven

The fact that Louis didn’t stop by at all until dinner said something to Eleanor. Sure, it wasn’t a big deal, but a part of Eleanor expected Louis to stop by. To make sure that they were alright, to put some effort into their relationship. That’s just how Louis had always been. She was startled a little when she heard the door open and heard laughter. It wasn’t Louis’ laugh though, it was Harry’s. She poked her head around the corner and caught a glimpse of Louis and Harry, both with wide smiles on their faces. She honestly had never seen Harry smile before. If she wasn’t his teacher, she would think he was gorgeous. They both looked up and saw Eleanor. Harry’s smile faded and he cleared his throat.

"Hi Ms. Calder." He said shyly.

"Hi Harry." Eleanor answered, still watching the both of them from across the room.

"Ugh, dude, just call her Eleanor right now." Louis said, walking by Harry to give Eleanor a soft kiss on the cheek. "Hi babe, how are you?"

"Good.." Eleanor said quietly, "Where’s everyone else?"

"Niall said he’s on his way and Zayn and Liam should come soon too." Louis answered, throwing himself onto the couch. He glanced at Harry. "Are you going to be all quiet now because she’s with us? Can you just forget the fact that she’s your teacher for just the next few hours?" Louis rolled his eyes.

Harry could feel his face get a bit hot as he sat next to Louis, “Shut up.” He rolled his eyes back at Louis, shoving him a bit. A grin grew on his face again.

Eleanor cleared her throat awkwardly as she watched the two. She felt so out of place around the both of them. Louis seemed to notice because he patted the little space left on the couch for her to come and join them. She shook her head politely, giving them a small smile before making her way back into the kitchen.

"See, told you she hates me." Harry sighed, bringing his hands to his face. 

"She doesn’t hate you." Louis laughed, patting his leg softly. Harry watched Louis’ hand for a few seconds before Louis pulled it away, noticing Harry staring at it.

"Yeah, she does." He frowned, looking up to meet Louis’ eyes. Louis realized how serious Harry actually was. He frowned along with Harry. He could read Harry and what he wanted to say.

"Stop, don’t do this now." He watched Harry as he nodded a bit.

They both looked up when Eleanor walked back in suddenly, “Can I talk to you, Harry?” She asked.

"Y-Yeah." Harry answered nervously, standing up. They both walked into the kitchen as Louis stayed in the other room, confused. Harry turned and looked at Eleanor as they both sat at the table. "Yes?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at the girl in front of him. The one who had Louis. His teacher.

"Look, Harry, I know I don’t know you that well.. And overhearing that you think that I hate you, I don’t. You just need to understand how weird it is that you’re going around with my boyfriend. I don’t know what is up with you two, but I know that you guys are friends. It’s just weird because you, someone who I’ve never even seen smile, just somehow looks at Louis like ..I don’t even know. I see the way you stare at him, Harry. I’m not trying to embarrass you or be a bitch, but I just don’t want you to ruin anything between Lou and I. We’ve been seeing each other since we were 18. I’m not saying that you’re trying to.. You’re just so young. and you don’t seem like you would understand. So, I’m asking you kindly, just take a few steps back.” Eleanor raised her eyebrows, “Yeah?”

Harry stayed silent, giving her a small nod and a fake smile. He turned and walked back into the living room, avoiding Louis’ curious eyes on him. ”What did she tell you, Harry?” Louis asked softly.