The Way Things Work

Chapter Forty Three

"Eleanor, if I said that I'm not still in love with you, I'd be lying. But, right now, I'm with Sam."

"She wouldn't have to know." She smiled slyly.

"Really-Wait, no. El that's wrong. I-I love Sam."

"I don't think you do though. You never had any feelings for her when we were together. You got together with her in the lift less than two minutes after we split up, maybe she was a rebound." She snickered.

"How could you be so cruel? I can't just leave her! We had sex! Do you know how hard it was to get her to trust me?!"

"So what? You're not her first, she'll get over it." She smirked.

"I don't know about this."

"She's irrelevant, Louis you know we belong together. We are a better match." She smiled as she ran her hand up Louis' torso. 

She would never even know." Her words came to a slow when she pushed her lips onto Louis'. He stood there as her lips brushed his.

"No, Eleanor, stop." He brushed her away. "You're such a liar." He growled. "I know what you're doing and you're trying to bring her down. Look you just made me realize two very important things. One? I don't love you and you are a manipulative bitch. Two? I-I don't think I'm really in love with Sam."

"Morning Sammy." You woke up lying in Harry's arms horizontally on the couch. 

"Hey Harry!" You chirped. 

"Feeling better this morning?"

"A lot actually." You smiled as you nuzzled your head into his chest. Wait. What were you doing? You shot you shot up and stood before him. 

"What's the matter?"

"I can't, I'm w-with Louis." You shook your head as Harry sat up.

"Babe, we aren't doing anything. Why do you feel so guilty." That was a good question.

"I-I think it's b-because-" You hesitantly stopped, afraid of the next words and their impact. 

"You can tell me, I wont say anything. I promise."

"I'm not sure that I actually love Louis." You trailed off. 

"What do you mean?" He asked, a bit taken back but it was easy to see he was trying to conceal a smile.

"I feel like maybe I just wanted to-to push you away. Harry I still love you!" Your words shot out of your mouth before they could be restrained. "Maybe I just wanted to be in love so badly that I forced myself to 'fall' for him."

"Babe." He said as he stood up and engulfed you in his arms. 

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Tell him the truth, come back to me."