Eleanor's POV.
I decided to run away from my flat for a week and stay in Sophia's dorm since she is alone. I've always wondered about the dorm life anyways.
Truth is avoiding Harry is the hardest thing I have ever done to myself. I wake up in the middle of the night with a lump in my throat thinking that he might be with another. I know that if I leave him then he will forget about me the next day and live his life. He doesn't need me. I crave intimacy but I get confused and uncomfortable when I'm shown even the slightest bit of attention or affection. Right now, I'm lost.
I feel for Sophia for waking up in the middle of the night with me so I can spill out my emotions. I'm honestly so lost without him. Not that I need him, but I want him. I lie to myself, imagining as if I would have never met him. I focus more on texting Zayn, Perrie, and Louis. I try not to mention Harry to Sophia too much but sometimes I just can't hold it in. My phone vibrates and I pick it up. It's Harry for the billionth time and no way am I talking to him. Why is he up so early? I missed him so much. This week has been hell for me. If I pick up, I will only miss him more.
I get up from the couch. Sophia is still asleep. Hoping my footstep or vibrating phone that i left on the couch, I run into the bathroom to change so I can go to NYU.
I'm getting tired of top knots so I braided my hair for change. I put on a soft jumper and a pair of distressed light washed jeans. I hear Sophia talking but she might be talking to her boyfriend on the phone. I can't really make out what she is saying so I just ignore it. I grab my gray beanie and slip it on my head.
"Sophia are you up?" I open the bathroom door.
"Okay, see you in a bit. Bye. Bye." She ends the phone call.
"See you in a bit?" I twist my face in disappointment. "I thought we were going to grab some coffee together this morning." I add.
"We are. Someone is just gonna tag along with us." She sits up.
"Who?" I'm curious.
Sophia smiles at me and throws my phone on my bed.
"And why were you using my phone?" I yell as she walks into the bathroom.
"You'll see"she laughs.
I quickly check my phone. My history is deleted so I have no clue who she might want to meet up from my contacts. Luke? Ashton? Michael? Well she only knows Ashton and Luke. It can't be Harry. She knows how much I don't want to see him.
"Did you call Harry?" I yell again. She ignores me.
Harry's POV.
A week passes by. A week full of stress. It's been so long, it's been so long. She's fireproof. No texts or phone calls are answered. Ignoring me is really the best way to irritate me. If I have to keep chasing after her, might as well give up. I haven't slept at all. I mostly pass out. All I can think about is Eleanor. I think I'm gonna lose my mind. Something deep inside of me, I can't give up. I thought she would come around by now. What did I do to deserve all of this? Dialing her number as if I were at a casino and I have no chance of winning what so ever. I roll, I roll until I'm out of luck. I think I'm gonna win this time. I roll until I change my luck. It rings about five times.
Before smashing my phone like my old one, I hold myself and throw it on my bed. I saw in the corner there is a photograph. No doubt in my mind its a picture of her. It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass.
My phone rings. Maybe I did win. It's Eleanor. I try to make her wait the wait she did but I just couldn't. I pick up right away.
"Hey." It's not El. The female voice sounds similar though.
