All Your Little Things

Chapter 7- Planning With Eleanor

August

Louis

Elizabeth, Megan and Ali were all out with Eleanor and I planning for the wedding. We were at one of the largest hotels in London, planning out the venue.

We had both picked out the food, and we were trying to work out where the tables would go, the last decision of the day.

"Hmm." Eleanor thought. "I think I'd like a longer, rectangular table in the middle in front of the dance floor, and smaller, circular tables clustered around the room."

"Sorry, ma'am." The manager said. "We don't have the rectangular table."

"Oh..." Eleanor said sadly.

"Don't look so sad so soon, El." Elizabeth said, and she turned to the manager. "Now."

"Shit, there she goes." Ali said, and we all looked to her in confusion.

Elizabeth continued. "My friend Eleanor here and her fiance Louis are so excited for their wedding. They want an extrememly beautiful reception, and it doesn't look like it'll be a 'dream wedding' if there is no rectangular table in the middle of the room for the bridal party."

"Lib, slow down, we can work it out." El said.

"Hold up, I'm helping you out." She stopped her. "Now, sir, you've got a beautiful establishment here. It's grand,really."

"Thank you."

"But the thing is, if you aren't able to do a small task, such as getting a rectangular table for the bridal party, per se, then we will be taking our reception, and our money, including that of," she rested her hand on my shoulder, "Louis Tomlinson, multi-millionaire member of One Direction." She looked at me for a moment and the manager got a stubborn look. "So, what d'ya say about that table?"

She put her hands together in a praying-form and pointed to him, giving him a death stare. "Fine, we'll work it out." He said finally.

"That's what I thought, sir." Elizabeth said, clapping her hands together as he walked away. She turned to us, smiling.

"How old are you again?" I asked her in disbelief in how she had handled the situation.

"Eighteen and loving it!" She answered, snapping her fingers in a z-formation. She laughed.

I had been completely wrong about her. The way she was helping with the wedding, I had found how completely independent and strong this young woman was. She faced every problem that day head-on, and she always got her way. I doubted the idea that she was not ready for a relationship in the spotlight. I was wrong.

"I've got to get back to Liam. I'll see all of you later!" Megan said, leaving.

"Well, Elizabeth and I have to get back to the flat, but we'll see y'all later!" Ali said, and they both walked away.

"We were so, so very wrong about that girl." Eleanor said to me.

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing." I looked to Eleanor, and kissed her.

Ali

Elizabeth and I were walking the streets of London, Starbucks in one hand each, and one arm linked together.

"God, I love wedding planning." Lib said.

"You've planned a wedding before?"

"Well, I watched a lot of reality shows about it. Close enough." I laughed at her. "How's Harry?" She asked.

"God...that boy...he is such an idiot." I told her. "I love him to bits. He's funny and a sweetheart and he pickes me up when I'm down, and he's everything I'm not." I smiled. "How's Niall?"

"He's everything I'm not. Relaxed, I mean. He balances me out. He is so funny. I think I love him."

"He loves you." She giggled at the comment. A girl stopped in front of us.

"Can I take a picture with you two?" We looked to each other.

"I guess?" I answered. She got between us and her mother snapped a picture.

"Thank you! You two are so gorgeous, and I love you! Ahhhh!" She ran away.

"I miss being normal." Elizabeth said.

"Yea, but this is cool, too."

"I wish I wasn't afraid to go and check my twitter mentions, or look in a magazine at the store, or worry they'll dig up some old pictures of me."

"It's scary,"

"As hell." I stayed silent. "You know what just really, really scares me?" She asked.

"What?"

"People perceiving me wrong. I know I'm not a celebrity or anything, but the entire One Direction fandom is going to see me, and everything I am. I don't want to be bitchy, I'm just sarcastic. I'm not annoying, I'm giggly. I'm me, and I don't want people to see me otherwise."

"That's typical of you." I told her. "You're always worrying about how other people see you, and then you go home and criticize yourself. It's murder to watch happen, like I have so many times before. It worries me."

"I know. I can't seem to help it." She said. I patted her back reassuringly as we entered our flat, plopping on the couch before watching Dirty Dancing together.

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After the movie, it was about ten o'clock. "Do you wanna go get something to eat?" Lib asked. I agreed. She hopped in the driver's seat.

'How We Do' by Rita Ora came on the radio. We blasted it, and sang loudly in the car. Then, everything went black.

Niall

I sat on the couch of my flat, watching television when the door rang. I answered, to see Louis standing there.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I demanded.

"Let me speak." He said, and I stepped aside letting me in. I slammed the door.

"What?" I shouted.

"I'm sorry." I stayed silent while he talked.

"I was wrong about Elizabeth. She can handle this. Eleanor and I were both wrong. She's different."

"How'd you change your mind?"

"The way she's handling the wedding, and everything she does. The way she carries herself, she's very mature. I was wrong."

"Thanks, man. I forgive you." I told him, and we hugged. I heard the phone rang. "Hold on a sec."

I picked up the phone. "Niall Horan?" A woman's voice said.

"Yes, this is he."

"Do you know an Elizabeth Maurey?"

"Yes, she's my girlfriend."

"She's been in a car accident." The woman said, and my mind went blank as she talked more. I finally hung up the phone, completely in shock.