The Curly, The Blond And The Irish. {One Direction FanFiction}

Chapter Twenty Five - Arguments and Throwing Punches

Elle's P.O.V.

"Eleanor Janice Louise Olivia Bethan Emma Greene! I swear if you don't open this door I'll-" I opened the door to find a very annoyed looking Lukas, he stormed into the kitchen and crossed his arms over his chest. None of those were my real middle names, my first name wasn't even Eleanor. It was just a joke Lukas and I had.

I was about to say something when he cut me off. "Where the hell have you been?"

"I-"

"No phone calls! No messages! I was about to file a missing person report!" Lukas growled, his eyes crystal eyes wide.

"Sorry, I've been-"

"Peter's been calling me none stop! Telling me he didn't want to crowd you, that you needed space! I've tried calling Juliette but she hasn't answered her phone!" Lukas continued to rant, his shoes making loud thuds as he marched around the kitchen. He finally took a breath before leaning against the counter.

"Feel better?" I asked, amused.

"Lots, you're a good listener," Lukas joked. "But seriously, what's been going on?"

"To be honest I don't even know." I sighed, I walked over to him and heaved myself up on the kitchen counter, he joined me and I handed him a chocolate bar.

"What's the deal with Peter?" Lukas questioned before ripping the wrapper of his Twix.

"What's he said?" I mumbled, not even knowing where to begin with this whole drama. I missed the time where I had nothing to worry about, when I didn't have to care about boys or who I hurt.

"Just that you guys are going through a rough patch and you need some space." Lukas explained, I nodded and ate the remains of my Twix, the chewy center sticking to my teeth. I sighed and told him everything, he didn't say anything, he just listened and nodded.

"What are you doing Elle?" He finally sighed. "You need to decide, they're ripping you apart."

"It's not as easy as it sounds." I whined, feeling annoyed that he didn't understand.

"It is Elle! Which one makes you more happy?! I know they both love you but who do you love more?!" Lukas gasped. I slumped against the counter. As selfish as it sounded, I didn't want to loose either of them.

"I don't know whats happened to me Lukas, I used to be strong, now I'm a bitch." I whispered. Lukas pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly, I breathed in his familiar lynx and sighed.

"Don't you dare call yourself that, only I can." Lukas warned me jokingly.

"What would you do?" I breathed as I pulled away from him. Lukas looked at me for a moment before shrugging.

"I would choose Peter, he was there at the beginning, the poor guy loves you more than anything." Lukas said simply, I felt a sting of guilt run through me, Peter had given me everything, and what had I given him in return, I had kissed Harry. "What does Juliette think about all this?"

"She tells me its my decision, but I know she wants me to be with Harry," I mumbled, I felt Lukas tense next to me, I looked up at him to see his lips were set in a firm line. "What?"

"This isn't about Juliette, it's about you Elle." Lukas grumbled, his eyes flashing.

"But-"

"Elle, trust me. I think I need to talk to Jules and see whats really going on with her and Harry." Lukas said darkly, I frowned. What was going on with her and Harry, was she setting us up?