Love will tell us where to go

Chapter Eight: Back For You

Songs for this chapter: Back For You and Kiss You by 1D

Louis’ P.O.V

Eleanor didn’t have any classes today so I decided to head over to her dorm to surprise her. I knocked on her door waiting for her to open it. When she did a smile came on her face as she hugs me and I laugh squeezing her.

“I told you call or text me when you come over.” She said walking over to the small table in the middle of her dorm room grabbing her cell and keys. She walks back towards me as we walk out and she closed the door behind her.

“Everyone is already used to me babe.” I said putting my arms around her shoulders as we walked on the side walk beside her school’s campus towards the parking lot.

“Oh really?” she asked in mischief. She suddenly stops and so do I looking at her with a raise brow. Her eyes drift past me and I follow her gaze. There was a cheerleading group practicing on the open field not too far from us. When I realize what she was planning to do my head snaps back to her.

“El” I said warning her.

“But everyone’s used to you remember?” she said smirking. When she opens her mouth to shout I quickly covered it. We were on the side wrestling as she tried to move my hand. She manage to break free long enough to shout out.

“IT’S LOUIS TOMLINSON!” when my hand reached her mouth again I was only smothering her laughter. The girls all look our way gasping.

“Oh shit.” I said as the girls started running our way really fast I might add.

“I really wish you were wearing heels.” I said to El as I grab her hand and started running. We ran across the street laughing as the girls continue to chase us. People were honking their horns and shouting out their windows as we did. We were running pass a store when El stops me pulling me inside.

“Put this on…and this…and this.” She said handing me a brown curly wig then fake brown beard and a fake thick brown mustache. As I put them on I looked around and saw it was a costume store.

“You need something too.” I said grabbing a blond wig and putting it on her alone with sunglasses. The girls came running past but some ended up stopping in front looking around. Eleanor and I pretended we were shopping looking at different items. One of the girls came inside looking around.  I hope she doesn’t recognize me. Her eyes landed on me and she makes her way towards me. Shit cover blown.

“Excuse me.” She said and I slowly turn to her still hoping she doesn’t recognize me.

“Yes may I help you?” I ask in a fake French accent.

“Have you seen a famous boy and his girlfriend ran in here or pass here? He has blue eyes dark brown hair about my height.” She described.

“No sorry I haven’t.” I continue in the French accent. When this sad expression came over her face I couldn’t help but feel bad for her. She lets out a sign turning to walk away.