The man on the end of the line // L.T

"...well he's gay"

Ella's POV

Ella stop ringing me, you are clogging up my other incoming calls. See you at six-thirty, prompt.

"Argh! He's fucking directed my calls to his voice mail and left a personalised message, he fucking infuriates me!" I yell to Hayley.

"Remind me why you love him?" He laughs.

"I don't know right now!" I pace up and down my room. I have three outfits prepared for tonight but which one to wear is what's causing me so much trouble. I'm so stressed over a bloody outfit.

"Right let's think, what could he be planning; the theatre, a posh restaurant or a fucking holiday!" I throw my hands up in the air.

"Look calm down. I'd wear jeans, a pretty top and a jacket. It's cold out so wear a scarf and gloves, oh and your Ugg's" she lays back in my bed.

"Uggs! On a date? I've got some ankle boots I'll wear them and this top?" I hold a long sleeve top up which has a low deep V neck covered in lace.

"Yes perfect! and your black jacket" she nods over to the one hanging on the door.

"Ok next. My fucking hair!" I turn into the mirror and pull the remains of my long hair forward. I only have a bald patch at the back and I decided to keep the length as it can be hidden as I still have hair at the back of my neck.

"I'd just gather it up into a high pony tail, curl and bobs your uncle" she claps her hands. I can tell she's getting bored with my ability to not make decisions.

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It's four in the afternoon and after ringing Louis a couple more times and being diverted to his voice mail I decide to have a shower.

I slowly get ready in my room with Hayley popping in and out for a chat. With my make up finally done and my hair up and curled is half five.

I put some hoop earrings in and my pandora bracelet and get dressed. I guess my outfit will do, Louis only has himself to blame if it's wrong since he won't tell me a thing. I roll my eyes at his secrecy.

I walk out to the front room and Hayley sits up from the couch, "Yasss bitch. You look amazing!" She smiles and clicks her fingers.

"Thanks and you've been watching too much drag race. I don't feel amazing" I look down to myself. I've lost some weight from the worry of the last month, so my clothes look a little baggy and I just don't feel my confident self.

"Trust me after a month of not seeing you he's going to pounce on you and if he doesn't then..well he's gay" she stands up and walks towards me.

"You smell fantastic, what is that?" She leans in and smells my neck again.

"Flower bomb" I say.

I'm so nervous, all the times I've had a date with Louis this is the most nervous I have been. I can't stop the sick feeling in my stomach.

"You will be fine! I don't like Louis but you do and if he makes you happy then I'll be happy" she walks to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine.