The press conference

Chapter 7: Just me, her and the moon

Stood in the driveway was Eleanor.

Harry was fuming, this had to be a joke, a really bad one. He had always hated Eleanor, always. When she was first introduced to be Louis' beard, Harry knew that this girl was up to no good. The touches were too long, and the glances were too intense to just be friendly. And there in front of him stood the proof that he had been right all along.

"Are you fucking kidding me, please tell me that you're kidding me. For fucks sake." Harry got out of the car and started running down the road, once again without a direction.

"Haz wait, I can explain this." He saw Louis running after him, but he couldn't care less, he was fuming.

"Fuck off Lou, I can't think of a plausible explanation for this, just leave me the fuck alone, like you did the last few years."

Louis started laughing hysterically.

"If I recall it correctly you were the one leaving me and disappearing from one day to the other, so don't play the victim here, yeah? You can't even imagine how fucking lonely I was when you left. The band fell apart, you were gone, and I had nowhere to go, I don't think I had ever felt this low in my life before and I couldn't even reach you, you fucking dickhead. She was there when you weren't, I won't apologize for that."

Harry didn't want to listen to any of Louis' shit and just stared at him angrily.

"I always knew that she was after you, when did it start, huh? After we broke up or before? I always had a feeling, but I brushed it off, didn't wanna come across like the possessive boyfriend ya know, but I always knew that something was up."

2012

Harry had just arrived back at the hotel after going for a run around the neighborhood of the hotel in Nashville and he was dripping in sweat. He knew that the boys, Pez and Eleanor (yikes) had stayed in to watch a movie or whatever but he needed a break from them and decided to go for a run. He loved his boys like brothers and Perrie was lovely as well, but Eleanor had to be the most annoying person he had ever met. Everything she did pissed him off, everything. Every time she touched Louis or laughed about one of his bad jokes, Harry felt as if someone had poured ice cold water over his head. And the thing he hated the most was that Louis didn't seem to notice how awful she was, it almost seemed as if they got closer every day. Harry had asked Louis countless times what the hell this thing between him and Eleanor was, because if it was up to Harry, the two of them would spend as little time together as possible, but Louis always brushed it off and told Harry that they were only really good friends. Good friends, sure Jen. Harry had learned to shut his mouth when it came to this topic because Louis got mad and Harry felt like a little bitch afterwards. But the nagging feeling just wouldn't go away.

When Harry entered his and Louis hotel room, he already heard that annoying giggle that seemed to come out of Eleanor every time Louis said literally anything. Harry saw red.

"What is this then?"

Harry found them together on the couch, watching some movie and Eleanor's feet were resting in Louis' lap, of fucking course.

"Hi baby, how was your run?"

Louis looked as unbothered as always and didn't seem to see a problem in how Eleanor's feet were resting in his lap.

"I'm fine."

Harry had had enough; he always kept his mouth shut but something about the scene triggered him. He stomped into the bathroom and shut the door. He tried to catch his breath, but nothing seemed to work, not even the hot water that was pouring down on him once he stepped into the shower.

After the shower, mood still gloomy, Harry stepped into the room where a pissed Louis was waiting for him. Eleanor was gone, bummer.

"What the fuck was that?" spat Louis at him angrily.

"Why is she always here? Always! Can't she hang out with Perrie or do whatever shallow girls that age do? Her contract doesn't force her to spend every waking minute with you, do you even realize how she looks at you?" he screamed at Louis, getting more worked up with every word.

"Give it a fucking rest Harry, you're delusional, we're good friends and you should fucking deal with it!"

"I'm delusional? Grow up Louis, people have ulterior motives and she definitely has one as well and that's to get with you and get me out of the way." he fired back and at this point his face was all red from screaming at Louis.

"I love you, more than you know, but this fucking jealousness with drive me away at some point because I'm fucking done with it!"

Louis left Harry standing in the middle of the room and stormed out, probably to go spend some more time with Eleanor.

Harry had messed up, again.

2020

All the anger he had bottled up then and now was rushing through his body and for a second he considered punching Louis in his annoyingly beautiful face.

"Okay, let's just calm down and talk about this like two civilized people, okay? We don't have to fight over the same fucking thing over and over again, we've done that enough I reckon." said Louis with a defeated look on his face.

"Speak for yourself, I'm done with your bullshit."

Harry turned around and left Louis standing there, which felt painfully familiar but if he learned anything over the past few years, it was that he was done playing nice in situations that hurt him.

"Hey loser, get in." he heard someone shout at him and when he turned around, he saw Liam, Zayn and Niall all sticking their heads out of Niall's car.

"What? How did you..?"

"We kinda figured that you left with Louis so we thought we would come and pick you up in case you needed it and guess what, looks like you need a ride home." Liam said and gave him a small smile.

"Alright, let's get the fuck out of here then." said Harry while he jumped into the car.

"So, I reckon you've seen Eleanor?"