One Of Her Students.

Chapter Eighteen

"Eleanor? Um. What the fuck do you want?" Zayn asked after he opened the door to reveal her standing there. The multiple knocks and doorbell rings had woken him up at a fairly early time in the morning and he thought it would be at least someone important standing there. Zayn and Eleanor didn’t get along as well as she did with Liam and all of Louis’ friends. In fact, they didn’t particularly like each other.

"I just needed to talk to you." Eleanor said simply, pushing her way into Zayn and Liam’s home. Zayn felt almost like he was being violated and exposed, "And I’m not stupid, I know Liam isn’t with Louis so don’t keep going on with that act." She made her way into their living room and sat down on the couch. She watched Zayn follow her slowly, sitting on the opposite side of her. 

"Um. Okay…" Zayn said, waiting for her to continue with a confused look on his face.

"Is Louis cheating on me?"

Shit. Zayn rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging a bit. “Uh, I don’t know why you’re asking me this Eleanor.” He wasn’t always the best liar.

"Because you guys are basically inseparable and I know he tells you everything." Eleanor said, examining Zayn’s face closely.

"Look, I don’t know. Okay?" Zayn said simply, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the looks Eleanor was giving him.

"Who is she?" She asked softly, standing up.

You mean he. "I just said that I didn’t fucking know who or if there was anything going on with anyone. Now can you get the fuck out? I am kinda fucking tired and I don’t want to deal with your shit at this time of morning." Zayn asked as polite as he possibly could, rubbing his eyes.

"You know, I don’t know how you even got Liam. He’s so fucking sweet and you don’t even deserve him at all. He probably feels forced to be with you because it’s been so long. You’re just a fucking asshole, you faggot.” Eleanor spit.

He always knew that he didn’t deserve Liam, at all. Liam was perfect and he just, ..wasn’t. But hearing it from someone else - it hurt. It hurt so much and he tried his best to bite down the tears that wanted to come. Zayn stood up as well, “Eleanor, I hope you know that calling me a faggot doesn’t make you seem like a better person than you already think you are. At least I am fucking happy. And at least Liam doesn’t look like he’s going through pure torture every time he’s with me like Louis looks like when he’s around you. Because you know what? You don’t deserve Louis. He deserves someone - anyone other than you. I hope, that he’s cheating on you honestly. You’re a psycho bitch these days.” Zayn glared at her coldly.

Eleanor’s lips began to wobble. Her eyes went ice cold as she stumbled her way out of Zayn and Liam’s home furiously. Zayn’s head fell into his hands as a soft sobbing noise tumbled out of his lips and rang through the silence of the room as soon as she left. He stood up and shuffled his way back into his room, seeing Liam laying there sleeping. Liam had a small smile on his face as he continued to peacefully dream. Zayn crawled up into the bed, wrapping an arm around Liam’s waist. He leaned forward and pressed a couple of soft kiss against Liam’s cheek before falling back asleep, pulling Liam as close as possible to him.

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Louis watched as Harry stared out the window of the cab that they were in. They decided to go sight seeing before they went to Gemma’s again. Today was their last full day that they had in New York - their plane left the next morning. A grin took over Harry’s face as he turned back to Louis, almost like he had to tell him something, but he saw that Louis was already looking at him. He closed his eyes and leaned into Louis, snuggling a bit closer to him. Even though Harry was a bit taller than Louis, he felt safer when Louis was the one that seemed to be bigger.