Care for me (L. S.)

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Hello there. Welcome to Care For Me!
This is a fictional Larry story so everything about it is made up! We will follow the story mainly from Harry's perspective but there's also lots of other pov's in here...

Disclaimer: despite the fact that I wrote this during the covid pandemic, this fic does not contain any covid. It's in an alternative universe if you will.

Note: I am horrible with symbolics and metaphors and all that but I realized I'm writing my own story so I can choose what I want to do. So the characters in this book will make some weird comparisons at times but that was what I was going for, bear with me.

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hope you enjoy❤️

Tuesday the first of September |Eleanor

She woke up at 5:30, which was annoying, but also not surprising considering her ridiculously high stress level for this specific day. Today was the day Grasshalm College opened its doors again after being closed for the entire summer. Soon all the students of year twelve and thirteen would run down the old hallways, attend classes and collectively try to get out of gym class again.

The sun wasn't even up yet, but a glimpse of the street light fell through her window and made her room bathe in a messy, orange-coloured light.

Snuggling up in her warm duvet, she tried to doze off again for a couple of minutes before she decided that it was absolutely hopeless and she'd have to do with as little as five hours of sleep.

She climbed out of bed, ignoring the loud arguing birds on the windowsill. Were they having a discussion about worms or was there an actual issue? Like maybe the boss bird was destroying the democracy because he was addicted to power. What if there was an issue? Like maybe a baby bird went missing.

Or maybe they are nothing more than a bunch of noisy birds...

There was a weird feeling in her stomach that had made Eleanor its home for the past couple of months. She should be used to it by now, but she really wasn't.

She remembered during finals of last year that she thought the stress and worries would disappear once they were finished. The entire summer vacation proved that wrong: there was not a single day that the feeling in her stomach wasn't there.

Her heart was pounding and her mind started making up the worst case scenarios about the first day of school, aka only a few hours away from now. What if she forgot to put on deodorant and everyone would wrinkle up their noses when she walked by? Or what if she got neglected by her own friends on the first day of school?

As she walked over to the kitchen to make herself a coffee, putting in two shots of espresso, a huge amount of almond milk and a metal straw, she realized just how extremely ridiculous it was to be stressed out about today. She was about to start year thirteen and was one of the most popular kids in school. She had great friends who really seemed to care for her and her parents got her a glossy white Range Rover for her birthday. (Which she technically couldn't drive yet without her drivers license, but like that was gonna stop her from bragging about it...)

She stared at herself in the mirror, straightening her long brown hair. No. she had absolutely nothing to worry about: it would just be a day of excited screams and 'hey, how have you been' s and she would walk through the hallway on her high heels and make mean comments about the babies of year twelve and blow kisses to male interns with her perfect red lips. But most importantly; she would finally see Niu and Elvira again.

But if all of that was true, why did she feel like throwing up?

Putting her rings on her fingers–she went to the salon yesterday to get her nails done in a neon red that would match her lipstick–turned out to be a lot harder because her hands couldn't stop shaking. Why can't I calm down for once? she asked herself while shooting her reflection a furious look.

She inspected her nails. The young girl working at the salon had been on the phone the entire time whilst putting gel nails on her fingers: they looked so amateurish. Eleanor would have to call the salon's front desk some time this week to find a complaint.

Suddenly she realized the ring Louis gave her was missing! Her heart started racing, the fury in her chest giving her more adrenaline than the coffee on her nightstand ever would. She threw her hair straightener off her desk, burning her wrist in the process.

Fūck that hurt.

Fumbling through her drawer, she quickly realized her precious silver ring wasn't there. She ran over to the window, scaring off the birds who were peacefully sitting there as she aggressively went through the contents of her handbag.

Furious as she was for not being able to find it, she threw the bag across the room and fell down on the ground, dramatically.

Someone cursed in the other room and walked over to the door of her room mumbling quietly:

"Eleanor, sweetheart, do you know what time it is? Your mother and I don't need to get up till seven...so at least let us sleep till then will you?"

His voice went quiet for a while, waiting for her to say something. "Baby, are you all right?" he asked in a worried tone.

Eleanor opened the door to let the man in. Seeing the look on her face, he immediately assumed something was wrong but before he could even try to comfort her, Eleanor started screaming.

"Dad, it's my ring!" She cried, angrily wiping a tear from her cheek.

When she saw his sleepy, non-understanding face she lost her last shred of patience: "The ring Louis gave to me for my sixteenth birthday after he kissed me on the roof, dad, it has disappeared!" Her voice sounded high and squeaky.

Her father, who didn't know what the hell she was talking about at six in the morning, tried to calm her down. "I didn't even know he got you a ring in the first place..."

"He did!", she shrieked, indignant that he couldn't remember. "Two years ago, dad! Keep up!"

"Easy, OK. Couldn't you have put it somewhere? Try to retrace your steps."

At this Eleanor exploded. "Put it somewhere?!" She hissed.

"Put it somewhere!" There was no way to stop the frenzy now.

"I would never lose something so valuable, ever! Louis bought this for me in Paris with his own money! I would never-" she widened her eyes and put her manicured hand in front of her mouth. (Her father did the same, but only to cover up a yawn.)

"That bitch!" She sounded quiet now, but it didn't sound any less terrifying.

"That incompetent twat from the salon stole my fūcking ring!"

Her father rolled his eyes, sighed and left the room mumbling something about the difficulty of raising teen daughters, leaving Eleanor alone to make plans to destroy this girl's life.