Blessed (a larry stylinson fanfiction)

chapter 29

Eleanor’s POV

I was downstairs again, clutching my cup tightly in my hands, eyes darting around the room as my vision was going hazy.

I was a few drinks deep now, and I could feel the drunkenness in my limps. I should have been more careful, but I wasn’t.

I felt a hand pull me into the living room, not caring who’s it was. A body was pressed up against me, grinding into my hips. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t know how to make my legs walk away, the alcohol in my system confusing my brain.

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”

The voice floated down to my ears and an alarm went off in my head.

Get away, get away now.

I couldn’t.

“I’ve waited to do this for so long.” The voice said and then lips were pressed to mine, a tongue sliding into my mouth.

I hated it. I had to make it stop, but my drunken brain listened to the primal part of me that liked it.

I didn’t shove him off, I didn’t pull away.

Then, he was on the floor, blood spurting from his nose.

“Eleanor, come.” I heard the familiar voice growl in my ear.

“What’s happening?” I heard myself slur as I was half pulled half dragged out of the room.

My eyes searched the room wildly and only locked on one face.

Cher’s.

She was fuming as her eyes met mine and she shook her head and stormed out of the house.

I must go after her.

I tried to break from the grip that was around my waist, pulling me in the wrong direction from where I had to go.

“Get off me! I have to fix this!” I slurred.

“Eleanor. You are in no state to go back in there.”

Something clicked in my mind as I put the voice to the person.

“Zayn. You don’t understand.” I said.

“Eleanor. You don’t understand! This is the second time I’ve had to save you from that prick. Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? He’s bad news!” Zayn half yelled at me.

I felt tears prick my eyes and soon I was sobbing.

“But I didn’t want to hurt her.” I said incoherently.

“What are you talking about?” Zayn said, annoyed.

I felt myself fall to the ground in an inconsolable mess of tool and hair. Zayn crouched down next to me and rubbed my back.

“It’s okay, Eleanor. We all do stupid things when we’re drunk. Don’t worry about it.” Zayn said soothingly to me.

“It’s not okay, Zayn! She’s not going to understand! I have to explain it to her!” I said shooting up and stumbling towards the door.

“Eleanor. Stop.” Zayn said but I was too quick.

I was drunk and determined. I had sobered up enough so that I wasn’t going to fall over and my vision wasn’t nearly as spin-y and blurry, so finding the back door wasn’t hard.

“Cher.” I said as I stepped out onto the back porch to see her blowing smoke out of her mouth.

“Don’t, El.” Cher said flicking her cigarette on the ground and stomping it out with her heel.