He took the midnight train

Chapter 3

4 months ago, Eleanor died. We were on tour when she went into labor. Yes, he was about to be a dad. She was in London and we were in America. They wouldn't let him leave, they said he had to finish the tour with only 10 shows left. They did this to him.

During the delivery of his son, his soon to be wife slipped into a coma. She was put on full life support and remained that way for 3 days. Louis did leave tour, we all did in fact. I remember that day like it just happened.

"Mr. Tomlinson, I'm sorry. Her liver and kidneys are failing. It's putting so much pressure on her heart. I think you should say your goodbyes now."

The doctor couldn't even look him in the eye. I think that's the day we started to lose him.

He didn't cry. When the doctor told him the news, he didn't cry. He stood there for a while, then went and laid by El's side, but he still didn't cry. The boys and I left the room to give him some space but I remained right outside the door.

I could hear him talking to her through the thin walls of that hospital room.

"Why are you leaving me? Why now? What about our son? We haven't even picked out a name yet. You always did have bad timing I guess, didn't you El? I can't do it on my own. El, I need you. Please don't leave me. Not here. Not now. Not ever. Please."

He went on for what seemed like hours. I never saw him cry though.

Eleanor died that night. He laid right beside her the entire time as her breaths became slower and further in between until they ceased to exist all together. We were all devastated, but not like Louis was. There were tears all around. Niall's eyes poured like great waterfalls as he hugged Lou and told him how sorry he was, but Lou? He didn't cry. Liam teared up as well, only he tried so hard not to. Zayn sat in the corner of the room, head in his hands, crying silently. I stood outside the room holding the new baby boy tightly. Lou hadn't even held him yet.

That was the only time I had ever seen that little baby boy. Lou told us that he couldn't do it on his own and despite us all being there for him and the little guy, Lou made the decision to put him up for adoption without ever seeing his sweet little face. It broke my heart completely.

The funeral was 2 days after El died. He didn't speak at her funeral, he couldn't. How could anyone really, after losing the love of their life. Throughout the whole thing, I did not see a single tear from Louis. Not one. He blamed himself for not being there.