Accidently on Purpose (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Torture Suits

HELLO PEOPLE OF THE UNIVERSE ! SORRY I HAVEN’T UPDATED IN LIKE YEARS. I THOUGHT, JUST TO BE NICE, THAT I WILL PUT A GOOD SONG ON THE SIDE FOR YOU TO LISTEN TO, JUST WHEN YOU CAN. THIS IS SUCH A GREAT SONG WITH A CATCHY BEAT, AND JUST BECAUSE I CAN’T THINK OF ANOTHER SONG, MAKE THIS THE THEME.

THIS IS…

HEROES, BY THE X FACTOR CONTESTANTS IN 2010.

HERE GOES…

LOUIS’S P.O.V

I cannot exactly say I wasn’t surprised by my encounter with Eleanor, but it got me thinking. Should I have really accepted her offer to go the ball with her, or should I have declined it? Who knows? Looks like I’m going to need a horrible thing that I like to call a ‘Torture Suit,’ but everyone else calls then tuxedos. The lads all know that I hate them, probably because I refuse to wear them in photo shoots. THEY ARE SO UNCOMFORTABLE!

I get changed out of my swimmers and go down to the lobby to see if I can find Harry. I can’t.

Whatever. I’ll go and get a tux in the morning.

I’m up in the room now, and I find Harry snoring his head off on the bed, with the covers covering his, well, bottom half. I’m not too sure he has anything on at all, to be honest! I see a massive lump under the covers on the other side of the bed. Probably Claudia. I leave before they realise that I’m here. Well, anyway, It’s half 11, so I can’t blame them for being asleep.

I tuck myself into my bed and fall asleep almost instantly. It’s been a long day.

*The next day*

STILL LOUIS’S P.O.V

I wake up to someone hitting me really hard across the face with a pillow. I leave my eyes closed, but I swat away the pillow with my left hand. I hear a girly, “HEY!” and I know that it’s Claudia. “Oh, you’re awake, Lou.”

“Yes, yes I am. We have the ball/dinner thing today.” Claudia frowns in confusion, smiles and nods, and then smirks and laughs. Wow she’s so hot when she laughs! WAIT! What am I thinking? I mentally slap myself for that. She’s Harry’s girl. I don’t like her like that one bit! Well……. We’ll just have to see then, won’t we? Hahaha!

“That sounds so wrong!”

I scoff, sitting up. “You sicko!”  She put her arms around my waist. Wait…she put her arms around my waist! Gee, not something that I saw coming!

I get dressed into my normal red chinos and blue and white stripy shirt. Oh, I still need to get a torture suit. It’s about half 10 in the morning, and the ball starts at half 6. I’m really nervous about taking El. I mean, I like her as a friend and all, and she used to be my everything, but I really don’t have any feelings for her any more. She’s utterly beautiful, but I like someone else. Someone not quite as utterly beautiful, but more beautiful on the inside. Now enough about me, I need to get a torture suit, and so does Harry. “HARRY! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE; WE NEED SOMETHING TO WEAR FOR TONIGHT!” No reply. Oh. I want to hear his gorgeous accent though! Wait… did I just call Harry’s accent gorgeous? I must be going mad, or I’m still tired and not thinking properly. Yeah, one of those two.

“Oh, he went to get breakfast at the buffet. He seems mad at life.” Claudia tells me.

“Okay…” I say slowly. “How come?”

“You.” She seems too casual and cheery.

I frown. “Er… what about me?”

“Only I know now, and I will only ever be the one to know.” She says. She’s sweet, but she can be really irritating at times, and she has a reputation to push people’s buttons when they don’t want to be pushed.

She picks up the room service menu. “Fancy something to eat or drink?” She asks.

“Claudie, I know that you can’t tell me, but if you could, would you? And yes, I’ll have a carrot milkshake with a carrot muffin please.”

“Nope. And do you eat anything other than carrots?” She says, popping the ‘p’.

“No. and because…..”

“Because it isn’t my story to tell.”

“Can you at least tell me what it has to do with me?”

“Well…” She trails off at the end, as though wanting to say something else, but also not wanting to at all.

“JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!” I smirk in a hurry-the-hell-up-and-just-tell-me manner.

“Eleanor.” She mumbles under her breath, thinking that I don’t hear her. She then says louder, only inches from my face, “HARRY HAS A CRUSH ON ELEANOR, OK!”

Wow. I didn’t see that coming. I can see tears running down her face, as she leans her head on her arms on the back of the lounge. “He’s going to be so mad at me for telling you!”

“Well, I…” It then just suddenly dawns on me. “Oh gosh. Harry has a crush on my maybe girlfriend.” I feel a pang of… jealousy? But towards El, not Harry. Like I want Harry, not Ellie. I must be going mad again.

All of a sudden, Harry walks into the room, definitely looking mad at life. He has a scowl plastered on his face, and his curls bob up and down as he walks down the corridor. I watch as he walks directly into his room, and slams the door. He obviously didn’t slam it hard enough so he gets up, opens the door and slams it again.

This is going to be a long day for everyone.

Only now do I realise her lips are only a couple or inches from my lips.

“Kiss me.” She says.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! SUSPENSE CLIFFHANGER PEOPLE! THAT IS IF YOU ARE REALLY PEOPLE.

I HATE IT ON WEBSITES WHEN YOU GO ON AND IT ASKS:

ARE YOU HUMAN? YES/NO.

DUH… I’M OBVIOULSLY A PURPLE UNICORN (INSIDE JOKE).

A COUPLE OF RECCOMENDATIONS TO YOU ‘PEOPLE’, PLEASE READ

SAVE YOU TONIGHT, BY ELLIMALIK, WHO IS ONE OF MY BIFFLES

UNDERNEATH THOSE NERDY GLASSES, BY JOYO_OPETTYFER, ALSO ONE OF MY BIFFLES

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, READ LETTERS TO OUR LOVE (A NIALL HORAN FANFICTION), BY IWANTMYFOOD, WHO IS ANOTHER ONE OF MY BIFFLES!

I HAVE A LOT OF BIFFLES.

SORRY ABOUT THE REALLY LONG AUTHORS NOTE,

RINO

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