It Might Get Loud

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A/N: Before you read this chapter, just know that I have nothing against Eleanor, she's just a plot point. 

Also, if you haven't noticed I tried naming the chapters after classic rock songs, but the artists of the songs I've used are gradually becoming less classic rock. For example, today it's Boredom by Buzzcocks, and they're Punk Rock. Last time it was Dammit by blink-182, and they definitely aren't classic rock. So what I'm doing now is using bands which I think Louis' character would listen to. So yes, Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, but also Sex Pistols and The Clash, maybe even a bit of Green Day. That sort of stuff. 

Enjoy!

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“Why does she have to come over?!” Louis shrieks, spluttering on his glass of water.

            “The Calder’s invited us for dinner last month, and it would be rude of me not to invite them to our place.” Johanna explains as she chops potatoes into slices for her dauphinoise.

            Louis stands there, speechless, as he remembers that traumatic occasion a few weeks ago; Eleanor guiding him up to her room and locking the door, and Louis actually fearing for his virginity.

            The Calder’s are a family friend, and the daughter, Eleanor, has had a massive crush on Louis for as long as he can remember. He’s not sure why someone like Eleanor would be so attracted to someone like him. It’s not like he’s popular at school or anything. It must be because he’s a musician, that she tries to seduce him every damn time they see each other. That, or because he’s always been closed off and quiet around her, and apparently that’s sexy and mysterious.

            He’s never submitted to any of her obvious advances, and he’s fairly sure that Eleanor’s convinced he’s playing one big game of ‘hard to get’, when in reality, he’s just not that into her.

            So, knowing that sulking and whining won’t change his mother’s stubborn mind about inviting the Calder’s over for tea, he retreats to his room, stomping in anger.

            His room serves as a bit of a safe-haven from his hectic family life; his crazy, disruptive sisters and his nagging yet overly affectionate mother. Plus, it holds his guitar, and there’s nothing more calming than strumming a few notes to block out the loud noises from downstairs.

            It’s also, to put it lightly, a mess. The walls are obscured by posters of expensive guitars, bands which broke up years ago and concert dates of tours he’s never witnessed. His floor is littered with worn clothes, tossed around carelessly, random sheets of paper, containing lyrical ramblings which he’d written at two in the morning, when inspiration had suddenly struck, and a few select music magazines, opened to articles listing the top albums ever.

            With Louis being an annoying perfectionist when it comes to all things involving The Rouge, one would think this belief of his that everything must be seamless would reflect in his bedroom. But it’s the opposite, as it he prefers it the way it is; likes being surrounded by clutter and disorganisation. The room just feels bare and lonely without it.

            Once in his room, he immediately reaches for his acoustic guitar and begins to play the beginning to the song he’d composed last week, the melodic chords enough to gag the part of his brain which keeps reminding him of tonight’s unwanted house guest.

            The song takes him elsewhere, and soon he’s completely immersed in the tune, so much that it’s quite the shock when he hears three knocks on his door and sees Eleanor’s doe eyes peeping through the cracks. His mother has stopped trying to call him down whenever guests arrive, hence why he had no idea the Calder’s were already in the house. He wishes she’d stop Eleanor from dashing up to his room, too. Honestly, can’t she just socialise with Lottie? Why is she so obsessed with him?