All For One (Depression)

Part 27 - The Contract

The night Harry had been up past 12:00 was the night on which Louis had made his final choice for the best he'd thought. With Eleanor by the doorway, she hesitated a moment, clearing her mind and not wishing to disturb the good intentions she had. As her hand slipped on the knob, she took a breath and turned -- the door opened and showed what lies ahead of the life for them both. Louis, on the bed with his full of tears, he was pulling away from her at every inch. 

"Hun? Can...Can we talk?" She had asked him.

"I said I wanted to be alone. That's why I came up here in the first place". Answered Louis angrily.

Eleanor sat down beside the broken lad, rubbing his back gently to calm him. Her face grew with sadness as Louis scooted away from her touch. All that pain pushed right back in and El felt like she was going to drop any second and cry. 

"....Harry....called earlier," she began. "Told me everything that happened at the cemetery. Is.....Is it true?"

Louis ruffled up his shoulders as he clenched his jaw, fighting the force.

"Don't know what you're on about, Eleanor". He sternly replied.

"Louis....." She was close to tears as her heart rose beating faster. 

Louis couldn't even look at her. Playing with his fingers, he stared only at the wall, where the picture sat of him and the rest of the band. It had been when they first got formed. He used to cherish it to death.

"You're not really going to leave One Direction.....are you?"

"......Yes I am". Louis quietly announced to Eleanor as he knelt down to gaze into the small cracks of the floor beneath where his feet dangled. 

Her body stood still as she looked over at the picture Louis was looking at before and simply sniffed, walking up to it. A heavy sigh as she pointed, catching her boyfriend's attention. She tried to reason but it seemed hopeless at that point. He made his decision. 

Gaining his balance, he lifted himself up and with fullness of his thoughts that were now deeply affecting his ways, he strode over to the wooded frame, picked it up and looked closer.

"They miss you. I miss you". Eleanor spoke silently to Louis, her hand reached out to hold his.

He glared into her eyes, melting the evil or so it had seemed for her at least. Not for long until his arms came rapidly racing down to the earth and along with it was the memories of the boys he had left behind. The glass shattered all around as the photo had been ripped and torn by the small shards on the floor. Mighty rage, Louis jolted upwards as his girlfriend stay there in awe of his feat. Her hands cupped her mouth shut as she fell, nearly cutting herself with every tiny piece of glass there was on the ground. All she did was look up into his fiery eyes and weep of his desires that had been changed from good to evil. The shockwave of madness had fully taken over as Louis walked out of the room and down the staircase of hell. Eleanor sat there on the dirtied rug and began to cry, wishing he'd only listen to her.

Tomlinson, now on the sofa downstairs, had his phone in his right hand, just waiting. He hesitated a second or two before he knew it was not going to get him anywhere. He started dialing a number and right away, One Direction's Tour Manager answered with a yawn.