Under Your Nose : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Louis POV : Part 6

I haven't been in my room in 6 months so everything is how I left it.  Everything reminds me of Eleanor.  I haven't taken our pictures down yet.  If I do that then this becomes real and I don't think I could handle that right now.  Her clothes are still here.  I begged her to take them while we were away but she couldn't bring herself to come here and get them.  Eventually I'll put it all together and mail it to her.  I lay on my side of the bed and tears roll down my face as I look to the empty spot where she used to sleep.

I hear Harry and Jill laughing in the hallway.  I used to laugh.  I used to be the one to make people laugh.  Now all I want to do is go out there and tell them to shut up.  I thought she was hurting too.  How could she laugh if she felt even remotely as heart broken as I do?  Suddenly there is a knock on my door and I quickly wipe my eyes.  "Hey, mate, we're heading out to Northwick Park to use the batting cages at Play Golf.  You should come with us."

"I'd rather not," I mumble into my pillow.

Jill joins Harry in the doorway.  "It's a great way to get out your frustrations.  Please come.  We could be mopey together."

Using a metal bat to hit things does seem like it would be a good stress reliever.  It wont do me any good to lie down in bed all day anyway.  "Ok sure, I'll go.  Just let me get dressed."

As I put some sweats on I look at myself in the mirror.  I don't even recognize myself.  When is the last time I wore sweatpants out in public?  I know we are going to the batting cages but there is no excuse for sweatpants.  I honestly don't care even though I am disgusted with myself.  I look at my face, there are dark circles under my eyes from not sleeping.  My eyes bloodshot from crying.  I am a mess and at this point I don't know how to snap out of it.

The car ride there is awkward to say the least.  Harry is desperately trying to get conversation going and I am not paying attention.  I have my head resting against the window staring at the cars going by.  Jill is in the front with Harry and she isn't humoring him either.  "You guys are ignoring me now but after you hit some shit with bats you will be thanking me for dragging you out," Harry says as we pull into the parking lot.

Harry gets out of the car first and opens his trunk up.  I slowly get out of the car and Jill is right behind me.  We meet Harry behind the car.  All of a sudden he pulls out his golf clubs from the trunk.  "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask, not keeping my eyes off the golf clubs.  I know exactly what he's doing.  He's going to leave me alone with her.  Him forcing her on me is not helping at all.

"You two are going to the batting cages and I am going to play some golf," He says with a huge smile on his face.  He is so pleased with himself.

He hands Jill a bat.  I didn't even know Harry owned a bat.  I've never seen it before.  He walks towards the golf course and we go to the batting cages.  "Can you believe he did that?" I ask.  I am so annoyed.  He begs me to come out here and then just leaves me here with this girl I don't know.

"Nothing Harry does surprises me anymore."  She does have a point.  I should have known better.  "Do you mind if I go first?"

I'd actually prefer it.  "Go ahead.  be my guest.  I'd rather watch anyway."

I watch as Jill picks out a helmet and steps into the fast pitch softball cage.  She hits every single ball...hard.  She doesn't miss one.  I am impressed and a little scared at the same time.  After she's done she steps out and hands me the bat.  "Your turn," she says with a smile.  I know she's trying to be friendly so why do I hate it when she smiles?  I pick out a helmet and step into the slow pitch cage.  I'm not messing with that fast stuff.  I'm not trying to impress anyone.