you put the O in disOrder ➢ (l.s)

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(LOUIS' POV, please read A/N at the end!)

So, Harry and Eleanor have been "hanging out" lately.

I mean, they've got friendship bracelets already and it's only been two weeks.

How does he know she's not some crazy backstabbing vile serpent?

I don't want him to find out if she is. Lord only knows what I'd do if she were to hurt him. Unspeakable things. Slightly crazy things, probably.

But Harry's mother doesn't even know they're just friends, that's the sick part. It's all for show, and I'm afraid it won't be an act anymore one day.

One day soon? I hope not, because I've already been looking at apartments to rent.

It's 5 o'clock in the afternoon when I finally decide to get out of bed and cleanse myself. Even brushing my teeth today is a struggle, I'm just so lazy.

I feel like cement, all these thoughts are too heavy for me to hold.

After my shower, I call Harry, my ear pressed to the receiver as I balance it on my shoulder. I'm not lazy enough to not eat breakfast though, which is good. Food happens to be the only thing I have energy for.

He finally answers after I'm done pouring my milk in my bowl of captain crunch, and I sigh in relief, totally abandoning my breakfast to talk to him, tightly gripping the phone now.

Is that... Laughter? Laughter from somebody else on the other line?

"Hey babe!" Harry greets, a string of little giggles following, and a hushed "shhh, be quiet, it's louis!" To somebody else in the room.

"Um... Are you like, busy?" I ask, feeling a tad awkward. The last thing I want to do is annoy him... But lets face it, Harry has never had any friends before.

Conclusion: Eleanor is with him.

"Oh, no! I'm just with Ellie. She slept over last night."

Ellie? I cringe so hard that I'm not even hungry anymore.

"Oh, wonderful." I say blandly, an obvious negative tone in my voice.

I mean, did he really think I'd be okay with it?

Oh yeah, lets just put my boyfriend in the hands of a total psychopath! I roll my eyes, and he sighs over the other line.

"Want to get some lunch later? She's leaving soon anyway... McDonalds?" He says, in the most sweetest voice I've ever heard. I feel terrible for giving him an attitude now.

He's just so innocent and my mind slips into anger again when I think about all the orgasms he must've had with her.

I grit my teeth when I answer. "Yes, please."

I just try to convince myself that it's not my fault that I was mad as I eat, my soggy cereal not really bothering me at this point.

I have better things to be irritated about.

Like the fact my boyfriend has a pet name for Eleanor... Ellie.

I want to punch something. Or myself. Or Eleanor.

I can't decide.

When I finally get out the door, my breath fogging in the cold crisp air, I've started to calm down again. Just thinking of my Bambi's voice, and his cherub cheeks... I'm so in love. I don't know if that's dangerous at this point, or safe.

Who knows. I'd take the risk.

Speaking of risks, my project is almost finished and is due after spring break.