Baby Heaven's in your Eyes

Chapter 2

The morning after the party was the first morning Louis had ever woken up with a big problem in his pants. He felt weird to say the least, because he literally had a tent in his cotton pyjama bottoms.

Louis pulled the recently purchased Egyptian cotton duvet off of his body and struggled to untangle himself from Eleanor's arms. She was lightly snoring and Louis found that kind of annoying. He knew for a fact that he never snored, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to put up with her snoring for the rest of his life.

He made his way to the bathroom that was right next to the bed (he wouldn't even think about sharing a bathroom with anyone else) and looked at himself in the mirror, completely flabbergasted by the sight he was met with.

He had disheveled hair that looked as if he hadn't combed it in forever; his cotton blouse was sticking to his tummy and his oh God. You could literally see his penis through his pants; it was poking into the material, desperately needing release.

Louis sighed and locked the door, before he sat down on the toilet and closed his eyes, thinking about his grandmother. His grandmother on the toilet, his grandmother on the toilet naked, his grandmother on the toilet naked without her denture. The thoughts didn't just make his erection to go away, they also made him want to kind of throw up.

After he brushed his teeth and washed his face, he returned in his room to see Eleanor awake, leaning against the headboard and scrolling through her phone.

"Morning love." He said, the words coming out as if they'd been rehearsed a thousand times.

"Morning." She replied smiling and held her cheek out for Louis to kiss it.

"What are you doing?"

She showed him her phone screen, which was open on the Instagram App. He sat down next to her and they spent a few minutes going through her dashboard, commenting on almost all of the photos.

Eleanor stopped at a photo recently posted by Barbara. It was of her, Niall, Zayn and Harry, clearly drunk out of their minds with red cups in their hands and lazy smiles on their faces.

"She's kind of a slag." Eleanor said and Louis nodded. He couldn't agree more. Sleeping with someone that doesn't spend more than ten pounds on a shirt, BEFORE marriage was just wrong in his eyes. He thought she had standards, but apparently he'd been wrong all along.

Eleanor got dressed in the bathroom with some of the stuff she had left at Louis' house (she had a special drawer in his dressing) before they both walked downstairs to breakfast. His parents weren't there, only Lottie and Felicite, who were almost done with eating, occupied the table.

They smiled at Eleanor and complimented her hair, which made Louis roll his eyes because it wasn't that great to be honest. The he wondered when did he find any kind of aspect about his girlfriend annoying. He was supposed to marry Eleanor. Their parents knew each other; they were planning on moving in together in a house next to Oxford once they would graduate.

They spent the rest of the day at home, in Louis' room, watching their favorite movies and shows (The Devil Wears Prada, Bride Wars and Project Runway). For dinner they decided to go out and eat at their favorite restaurant; Gordon Ramsay's. They didn't need to make a reservation, his dad knew the owner personally and he could always make an exception for Louis.

So at eight pm sharp they were dropped off in front of the restaurant with the promise of getting picked up two hours later.

He didn't even have to give the hostess his name; she recognized him immediately and politely nodded, before she guided them to the best table in the restaurant, the one with the view of the town center, which was beautiful once it got dark.