F E I G N E D | elounor

~ f o u r ~

"Well you look like shit. You ok mate?" Liam asked, playfully hitting Harry's back as he sat onto the barstool next to him. Sophia rolled her eyes, lightly hitting Liam's arm.

"Liam." She scolded before taking the seat next to Liam.

Harry lazily pushed his ruffled and messy hair back and away from his face, forcing himself to look at the couple. His eyes were bloodshot red, it looked like he had been crying for some time and drinking a little too much. Poor man looked as if his head was about to drop and he'd pass out any second.

"Wow, you really do look like hell Harry. You alright? You want a ride home?" Liam asked, his tone now very worried seeing his friend's state.

Harry only hiccuped before slowly bringing the cup of alcohol to his lips and gulping down the liquor.

"Shouldn't you two be at the wedding." Harry lightly snapped.

"It ended." Sophia informed him as she was handed her fruity drink she quietly ordered from the bartender.

That made Harry raise a brow and check his watch. Sure he was really buzzed, maybe even drunk, but he didn't forget how to read time. Questions began to swirl in his mind. Why so early? Did some thing happen? Shouldn't the party barely be starting?

"Ended? What do you mean ended? It's not even seven yet." Harry argued.

Liam shrugged, drinking his beer. "Dunno. I was ready to dance and everything too."

"It was really sudden." Sophia said oddly.

"Yeah, Louis stopped the band, went to the microphone and said he just couldn't wait to be alone and love on his wife so they were going on their honeymoon earlier. So we threw rice, had sparklers, cheered, and sent them off." Liam filled Harry in, only twisting the knife in Harry's heart more.

Hearing that he said "loving on his wife" made Harry want to vomit. He was still so lost and couldn't understand how this could've happened. Not that long ago Harry was talking with Eleanor about their dream wedding and now she's on her honeymoon without him? Harry wanted to be the one loving on her in paradise by the beach, under the palm trees. It was supposed to be him.

It was supposed to be him. . .

~ E L E A N O R ~

"Is there anything else I can get you two?" The flight attendant asked as she set down our coffees in front of us.

"No, thank you." I replied with a smile and she nodded her head before walking away. I turned my head to see Louis push his coffee to the side and pull out his laptop along with a bunch of papers.

He rolled the sleeves of his white button up shirt to his elbows and began typing away. I sighed, and enjoyed my coffee to the sound of the laptop keys clicking as Louis typed.

"Is that for work?" I asked smally trying to create any conversation with my new husband.

He only hummed in a way to say yes.

Ok. . .

"Do you know where we're going? Meaning, where the honeymoon is?" I asked him, because that I was truly curious about.

"Ibiza." He answered shortly and curtly, his eyes glued to his laptop screen as he read about something.

Wow. Ibiza.

"Huh, I've never been there--"

"Eleanor, I'm trying to work. And to work, I need to concentrate but I can't concentrate if you're talking every five seconds, ok?" He snapped, finally looking at me with annoyance.