One Direction Sickfics & One Shots

7. Louis :: Yeah I Get Sad, Too

Eurie: Please don't hate on Eleanor or this story in the comments. I feel like in every story about her, people always comment like "she's fake" or other stuff like that. I don't care what ship you support, personally. If you ship Louis and someone else, great. If you don't, great. I literally do not care what your opinion on her is. I wanted to write this because the amount of hate people sent to Eleanor is ridiculous. She can't even allow comments on her Instagram pictures because they are just flooded with hateful words. She's a human, too. Please remember that.
There is mention of a suicide attempt. If that is triggering for you, please be cautious.

2012
It was early in the year and the air was chilly enough to warrant sweaters that covered Niall's hands even inside the building. While the boys all adored touring and jumping around on stage in front of so many adoring fans, a break to unwind in a studio where everyone had accents similar to the bands' was much needed to keep them grounded. The boys had a bit of a gap in their "Up All Night" tour so they all decided to return home and meet at a studio in Manchester once a week to throw some thoughts onto paper.

Unfortunately, the attention span of teenage boys was comparable to that of a squirrel. By now, most scrap paper had been converted into airplanes and were used as ammunition by Louis, Niall, Zayn, and Harry in hopes of landing it in the flower pot resting peacefully on the window ledge. Liam was the only one who would focus for close to the entire session.

There was a cheer from the four boys that made Liam's head form a migraine when Louis became the first of the One Direction boys to successfully park his plane in the small pot. "Oi, oi, oi, lads! One point for the Tommo. Zero for the rest of you losers," Louis gloated.

"I'm gonna get them in. I can't focus because of your big mouth, Louis," Zayn grumbled, flattening out the tip of his plane once more to ensure he would have a perfect throw.

"Are you gonna score before or after Niall gets his first chest hair?" This gained Louis a wack on the back of the head by his target.

"I had chest hair the other day! We already established this," Niall argued, even if he knew it was futile to fight the facts.

"That was fur from Zayn's dog. Sorry, mate." Harry gave a cheeky grin and earned a glare from the Irish boy with no chest hairs.

Louis pulled out his phone with the intent on documenting his victory. But he stopped in his tracks at the sight of four missed calls from his girlfriend, Eleanor. "One sec, lads. Eleanor called. I should see what she wants." He unlocked his phone and was prepared to call her back, a bit worried as to why she called him so many times. But he didn't get the chance. Her contact lit up his phone once more and al he had to do was press answer. "Hey, El-" the Doncaster boy began. He was quickly cut off by a loud sob coming from the other side of the phone. A pit formed in his stomach as his worry enhanced. "El? Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not. I'm really not." She was drunk. No doubt about it. He could tell by the slurring in her words. "I can't do this, Louis. I'm sorry. I just can't."

"What do you mean by 'this'? Babe, talk to me. What's going on with you? Are you home, love?" Louis asked, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible for her sake. By this point, he had gathered the rest of his band mates attention and curiosity as they subtly watched him, knowing they should be giving him privacy.

"Yeah, I'm at home. But Louis, no matter what happens, I'll always love you. Please don't ever think this is your fault. Don't live with that," she said, voice raspy, no doubt from all the crying she had been doing.

"Babe? What are you going on about? Do you want me to come over? We can talk-" it was at this moment Louis realized the line went silent. She had hung up. He had no clue what to think. By the conversation, it felt as if she broke up with him. But something inside gave him a bad feeling that this was something worse.