Misconstrued Emotions ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Eight - Now

~*Louis' POV*~

After Cher walked out...I kinda just...sat there in our flat. Feeling numb. And empty. Things weren't supposed to be like this. At all. I just...stopped...being in love with her I guess. I mean. I think so. I guess a part of me was still in love with her. She WAS the first girl that I could say I truly loved. But at the same time, I was so...infatuated with Eleanor. I couldn't help it! She was so intriguing.

But...Cher was just that. Cher. My Cher. I knew from the moment I saw her on that stage that I wanted her. She was nervous, yeah, but had this...this confidence about her. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn't about to let anybody get in her way.

I looked over towards her side of the bed, and my heart clenched at the emptiness. God...I had screwed up. Eleanor was new and intriguing, yes. But she could never know me like Cher did. Never bring a smile to my face the way she did. Never understand me the way Cher did. Never love me the way she did. Never be Cher.

I thought back to how I had been with Cher lately, and I felt so disgusted. Im surprised she didnt just break up with me. I mean...who makes their girlfriend put up with being second to their job? My job required me date somebody else. And she accepted it. It also required that I keep her a secret. She accepted that. She also remained faithful to me, even when her job suggested otherwise. She remained firm in her "single" status, which was really her proving her devotion to me. And I slept with another girl.

I dropped my head into my hands and let out a deep breath. I had to fix this. I couldnt leave this like this. Cher had put up with this too long, and I knew her well enough to know how impulsive of a person she could be. And with the clothes she was wearing when she went out...I didn't even want to think of what she could have gotten in her head to go and do.

I hurried into the kitchen area and grabbed my phone off of the charger, noting that hers wasn't there, although why should it be? She always took it with her.

I dialed Harry's number, the only other number I had ever bothered to memorize in my life, other than Cher's. It rang, and rang and rang, and when I thought it was about to go to voicemail, I heard the sound of movement on the other line, and Harry's groggy sleepvoice mumbling incoherant curses at me for waking him.

"Haz, you can kill me later, I don't care at this point, I just really really need your help right now." I said, my voice trembling a little as I spoke.

My voice trembling? Was I seriously about to cry over a girl? Oh wait. This is NOT 'some girl'. This is Cher. The girl I'm in love with? I'm surprised I'm not bawling on the floor right now.

"What's wrong boo?" Harry asked, exhaustion evident in his voice, but I knew he was paying attention to me.

"Cher and I got into a fight and she ran off and I don't know where she went and I need to find her." I blurted out in one sentence.

The silence I was getting was not what I was expecting.

"I mean Lou...with how things have been playing out...how long did you expect things to remain alright with her? I mean...no offense mate, you're like a brother to me and all...but you have been treating her like rubbish lately..." Harry said, going slowly so as to pick his words carefully.

I ran a hand down over my face. I wasn't going to get mad at Harry. He was pointing out what I already knew.

"Haz..I..I know. And I just...need to find her and make this right.

Harry sighed on the other end. But it was more a defeated sigh, he was going to end up helping me one way or another.  

"Look mate, why don't you come over and explain to me what happened? And then we can try and get this sorted."  

I agreed and once we made our goodbyes, I darted back into mine and Cher's room; I wasn't ready to say it was only mine, we hadn't officially broken up yet, and I got dressed before hurrying out of my flat and making my way to Harry's.

*****

Considering it was just after midnight, Harry was pretty attentive and listened as I explained what happened. We talked alllllllll morning, trying to figure out how I was going to apologize to Cher, and prove to her that she meant more to me then Eleanor did. Part of which involved breaking up with El. I was a tad reluctant to Harry's suggestion at first, but he was right, Eleanor was stressing out our relationship. And I would rather have Cher than El.

"Lou, it's almost seven, do you want to maybe go and get some breakfast or something before we have to go to the studio?" Harry asked,

I had almost completely forgotten that we were doing some recording today. At least Harry remembered....  

"Yeah, sounds good. Where do you want to go? I'm pretty sure there's a McDonald's up the street from us..." I mused, vaguely remembering passing one upon arrival here.  

"Come on, let's go." Harry grinned then.

******

For being so early in the morning, the restaurant was surprisingly busy. But it appeared that we weren't the only one direction members that decided to grace the simple restaurant with our presences today.  

"That's Niall's car." Harry commented, pointing at the sleek new vehicle with the proud Irish flag sticker on the back of it. 

"We might want to hurry and get in there before he eats the entire restaurant." joked as I parked next to him.  

Getting out of the car, I felt an uneasyness in the pit of my stomach, I don't know what it was, it was...odd.

Harry and I walked in, and I immediately spotted Niall, smiling as he carried a tray of food. I followed his gaze to see what he was smiling at and stopped dead in my tracks.  

Cher, MY Cher, was smiling warmly at him, the way she always smiled at ME. Niall settled his tray in front of her, and sat down on the same side of the booth as her, picking her up and settling her onto his lap. My jaw clenched as I watched this, and I knew Harry was watching it too.  

I saw her lips moving, a worried expression crossing it, and then Niall started leaning in.

"Mate, DON'T." Harry warned but I stormed over to them.  

"Cher?! Niall?!" I exclaimed, cringing slightly as I watched them bolt apart.  

Instead of the guilt I expected to see on Cher's face, I saw anger, and annoyance.  

"Care to explain what's going on?" I asked, crossing my arms.  

Cher matched my position, and I wanted to smile, at the fact I always noticed us doing this, that we would have the same body positions.  

"You mean, I can't go out with Niall? Why Mr. Tomlinson, I should think it wouldn't matter to you. You have your own girlfriend to worry about!" she exclaimed in a too high voice, to show she was upset.  

"Cher..I...I don't have another girl to worry about, it's you, just you. I need YOU. please don't do this..."

Her eyes narrowed and I saw her hand tighten on Niall's, which made my heart clench.  

"Obviously you don't, if it's taken you this long to think of that. Goodbye Louis."

And she pushed past me, pulling Niall along with her, who mumbled a quiet apology before he was pulled away.

I could only gape after them. This was not happening,,,,,no.......