"El?" I softly shake her. She yawns and opens her eyes. When she sees me she immediately grabs me and cries in my shoulder. I rub her back as she sobs in Niall's sweater, smearing tears and mascara on it. I'll wash it. "Come on, let's get inside." I speak softly as I help El off the ground, she holds onto me tightly as we walk into my flat. "Here sit down." I sit her down on the couch as I grab a blanket and wrap it around her. I go and make her a cup of tea and get the first aid case while she just silently cries on the couch. What in the world happened to her?
"Come here, hun." I say, grabbing her face and examining the wound on her forehead, just above her eyebrow. It feels weird taking care of her since she is about 3 years older, but she needs it. I grab a cloth and wipe away the blood to take a better look. Being a Med student definitely has it's pro's in situations like these. Eleanor winces as I try to see how deep the cut is. "We have to go to the hospital." I state after letting go of her head. She sighs deeply and looks at her clothes. They're dirty and there's blood on her shirt. "Come on, let's get you some clean clothes then." I stand up and walk to the front door when she whines and shakes her head. Why isn't she talking? "What is it, El?" She looks down. "Did you and Louis get into a fight?" She looks up and nods, tears filling her eyes. "I understand you don't feel like talking. Let's get you in some of my clothes then."
Finally we are on our way to the hospital to get stitches. Eleanor still hasn't told me anything about the fight with Louis, but I'll wait for her to be ready to tell me. We arrive and I take her by the arm out of the car. It's like whatever happened between them has turned her into a zombie. All she does is silently cry and whimper every few seconds. It's a poor sight to see, let me tell you that.
Soon we're done, the emergency room wasn't full and we were helped fast. Eleanor did fine, except for the fact that she practically broke my hand from squeezing it too hard. I guess she is staying with me for a couple of days. I really want to know what is going on though. Maybe I should step by Louis, I'm guessing he is still in their flat. When we arrive home I take Eleanor to the guest room and lay her down on the bed. She should rest until the effects of the local anaesthetic have worn off. I told her I'm going to her flat to get her some clothes and ask Louis what happened. I can't really help her if I don't know what went on between those two.
"Hey Luna, what's going on?" Louis looks tired, very tired. Like Eleanor he has dark circles under his eyes and his eyes are red from exhaustion. "Hey, listen I want you to know that Eleanor is fine, she's at my place sleeping since I had to take her to the hospital for stitches." Louis eyes grow big when I mention the hospital but turn to normal again when he hears it's just stitches. "What happened between you two?" I sit down across from Louis at the dining table. "Didn't Eleanor tell you?" He asks putting his head in his hands. "No, she refuses to talk." "Well it's a long story but I'm guessing you really want to know." Louis mutters. I nod, even though I know he won't see me. He takes the silence as a cue to start talking. "So basically, I came home late again last night. I've been very busy with football lately and I just needed a night out with friends. I asked Eleanor if she was okay with me going to the pub and she said 'fine'. I saw in her face that she had rather that I would stay home so I decided that I'd stay home. We had a great night until she brought up something I did in the past." He tells me . "Don't you dare talk over it like it's nothing, now I want to know what it is." I tell him strictly. He sighs, giving in. "We were out one night, it was about 2 years ago when we were only together for 6 months, I got pissed drunk and I kissed someone else. Eleanor was furious when I told her the next morning, obviously, and she broke up. After like a month we both realized we were nothing without each other so she forgave me and we cam back together. So last night she brought that up again, she went on and on about how she still couldn't forget about it. I was mad, she forgave me for it 2 years ago and never spoke about it again and now suddenly she can't take her mind off it? I didn't get it and started to get angrier by the minute and that's how we broke into a heated fight." He ends his story "How come she had this wound on her head? When did that happen?" I ask him. "She was looking for something before she left for your place and hit her head against a cabin door that was still open. If I had known that it was bleeding then I would've kidnapped her to the hospital but I guess it started bleeding after she was gone."
After an hour of trying to cheer Louis up, which he obviously needed, I grab some stuff from El's closet and head back to my flat. When I walk in I find Eleanor sitting on the couch, sniffing while looking down at her phone. "What is it?" I ask her. She jumps from the sudden break of silence. She doesn't answer and I stand behind her to look over her shoulder. It's a picture of her and Louis, by the way they look in the picture I can see it's an older one. I sit next to her and grab her hands. "Listen, El. I talked to Louis and he told me about the fight and how you couldn't forget what he did. I understand that it hurts when someone you love does that to you but you know he was pissed drunk. You should be happy that he told you, plus you forgave him for it. He told me that you and him got back together because you couldn't live without each other. Maybe you two should have a good conversation because it's a shame to throw your love away over some stupid fight you two had." I tell her, well basically beg her. "How do you give such good advise with these things when you told me you've only had one boyfriend?" She suddenly asks.
Wait. Did she just speak to me? "El, you talked." I looked at her. "So?" She looks back at me like I'm supposed to be in the nuthouse. "You haven't said a word since I found you this morning." I clarify to her. "Yeah, yeah, I know, just answer the damn question!" She says smiling. "Well that one boyfriend gave me a hell lot of trouble." I laugh a bit.
Actually it's not that funny you know. He did some serious damage, mentally, when I was only 15 years old, and now 3 years later I'm still afraid of having some sort of commitment with guys that is more than friends. As on cue, Niall calls. I decline the call and have a chat and some tea with Eleanor. She told me that she will talk to Louis tomorrow after school.
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It's Monday now and I've been avoiding Niall's calls for the whole day yesterday and this morning. I don't know why but it feels like the best thing to do. "Luna!" I hear the familiar accent behind me. Shit. "Hey, why did you hang up on all of my calls?" He asks grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the nearest bench. I sigh. "I don't know, Niall." "You know, I know you do." He states after looking in my eyes to find the lie in them. I guess he found it. "I do." Is all I say to him and he sucks in a deep breath. "Then why don't you tell me." "Because this is what I do. I get close to you and end up shutting you out." I explain a little frustrated. I'm not even allowed to ask him about Eliza's nightmare, but he thinks he can just dig in my past like it's nothing? Forget it. "Why do you do that? You seemed fine with the curly head a few weeks back." He states. "That is because he fought his way through the walls and he was there when they were built. Whenever it would get higher, be would bring it down." I explained him. It's true. Harry built down my walls whenever they got higher and I wanted to shut him out again. He found a way to climb over them, to break through them. Seriously, he practically had to force me to spend time with him. I guess after Jason everything changed. "I guess I should go. I hope I'll see you again, Luna." Niall leaves and soon I'm alone.
I'm not intentionally doing it. I just can't help it. At least I'm doing better now. I used to not be able to even be friends with a guy but now everything close to love is just a no. I really wish I could just normally talk about it instead of shutting him out but I am just too scared for that. The mental scars are still evident. I guess that's what first loves are for - to hurt you like none other has ever done and leave the scars behind, only to be healed by that one person. That one person isn't Niall.
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Okay you probably hate me right now for making such a sad chapter but I kind of write what I feel like writing and I guess I wanted to make this a sad chapter.
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Oh btw I kind of sneakily finished this chapter on my iPod so I can't check the spelling right now but I'll do that some time tomorrow so sorry for the mistakes :)
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FanficIn which a boy meets a girl that makes his eyes turn blue again.
