Strangers In The Night

Chapter 1: Love me goodbye

It's inevitable everything that's good comes to an end
It's impossible to know if after this we can still be friends

It really hadn't meant to have happened like that. Smooth - easy; that's how it was expected to go. Louis certainly was not expecting a reaction like that, he wanted to make it right. He really did but what could he say to make it okay again... The whole situation really didn't sit right and nothing was making sense anymore.

How had everything managed to get so fucked up? All Louis wished in that moment was for the past two years to be a dream. The whole thing seemed surreal and he just expected to wake up back in his old apartment just like how he used to after a hookup.

"Fuck", Louis sighed to himself, so softly that he only just heard it himself. He really hoped that her neighbours hadn't heard any of that.

"How embarrassing". All the quiet mutter did was ring out in his own ears. It seemed so unnatural that he'd actually been so desperate to make conversation with himself. Or maybe it was because he needed some sort of comfort, even if that meant from himself. The moment was meaningless but it put a lot into perspective for Louis. This wasn't normal.

This was the opposite of how this was supposed to go. Maybe it was the vulnerability that Louis was so scared of; cowering away from his own emotions seemed to be a reoccurring theme in his life and it never ended well- for any party involved. The street that Eleanor lived on was decent enough but it wasn't too well lit and the only sounds was the late night breeze that rustled the leaves on near-by trees and the odd car that whizzed past at an unnecessary fast speed which Louis was thankful for because at least they couldn't see the spectacle going on in the street.

Slowly, he gathered his things from off of the dark damp floor; chuckling to himself because -honestly- that could have gone much worse. Could have also gone better but that was irrelevant right now. Or maybe because he was still in shock- who knows?

He slowly shoved his loose brown hair behind his ears and started packing things up at a faster pace - well aware of how late it was in the middle of the dark streets of London. Thinking back over everything it seemed inevitable that it wasn't going to end well. Maybe if he'd told the truth from the very beginning this wouldn't have happened but who knows. The streets were practically deserted and Louis couldn't be more thankful that everyone was probably out clubbing.

"Fuck you Louis, hope you treat the next fucker right". Eleanor was now leaning out of the very top window of the house with a viscous look pasted onto her face that was looking down at him. To anybody else this would seem like the most cliche breakup ever, probably starred in all the old romance movies. But actually this situation was far from cliche.

"Yeah...thanks for the support Eleanor!" Louis groaned to himself, still - could've gone worse. He just was getting off his knees after everything had been messily shoved into a more or less empty backpack when he heard someone approach the mess that was displayed ..."Shit.." Louis murmured and jumped up and slowly brushed the traces of dirt off his beloved black skinny jeans.

"Messy breakup lad?" The mysterious man was now looming over Louis in the moonlit street...                                                                                                                      "Yeah something like that mate..". Louis was cautious, the first thing Lottie had taught him was to be careful at night..                                                                                      "We've all been there, don't look too embarrassed...M' Niall.." The stranger slowly reached out a playful hand to Louis, who kindly shook it and just sighed to himself. 
"M'names Louis...swear I don't always look like this on a Friday night". Niall did the cheekiest grin that Louis had ever seen on a person and it gave him such a comforting feeling, just like there wasn't any other problems going on in the world.