Irresistible

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Eleanor's POV:

As the glitter fell from the balcony, all the sweaty and almost nude bodies moved in motion, leaving no space in between each other. My eyes tried to focus, but flashing lights left me blinded. None of these people were familiar to me except one. His blue eyes finally caught me in the crowd. I was left speechless, unable to move my lips.

The way his hips moved to glide through the bodies left me breathless. His hair perfect, not a flurry or strand out of place. It felt like something was caught in my throat, something I never experienced before. This indescribable feeling left me tingling as it traveled through my body.

His toned and sweaty body now stood in front of me. The eyes that left me breathless showed that he craved me. I needed him now, his touch, his voice, his affection, I needed it all. I needed him, no matter what he did to me in the past, this was here and now, the time when I wanted him. His fingertips, the tan back, the perfect posture. His flawless face. The way he squinted his eyes when he laughed and arched forward slightly.

The blue in his eyes met mine. A crooked smile escaped his lips before expression left his face. I struggled to find a hint of what he was thinking, but before I could study his emotions, his face leaned in and soft lips brushed against mine.

My phone brought my body to an alarming jolt. I looked around, darkness overtaking my room. I look at the clock to read six o'clock. My throat made a groan as I sat up, quickly tying my frizzy hair into a messy bun.

Fifteen minutes later, the Jawbreaking jumper hanged loosely over my shoulders and denim was tightly secured around my waist. Hair flowed to my lower back as the center of my glasses gently scratched the bridge of my nose as I walked.

The stairs creaked as my tiny feet gave the pressure of my body to them. I rounded the corner to see my little brother, James. His perfect grin made me smile.

James was four years old and my life. His blonde hair and blue eyes was opposite of my neutral colors, and his free-spirited attitude was bolder than mine. He shuffled into his seat as I sped and poured milk and cheerios cereal into a bowl. He ate with his little spoon as giggles escaped his lips every once in a while when I made a funny face to start off his day happy.

No sign of my father, that's good. Since my mother died, his addiction to alcohol became a big factor in why my life was hell.

Fifteen minutes later, the door slammed with a thud as James and I were on our way to his daycare. Within walking distance of our house, James spent most of his time there.

His grin left my heart full as the daycare advisor carefully held his hand and walked slowly with him to the playroom.

Now it was time for hell.

Yes school, the nightmare that kills me everyday. Waves of rude stares echoed the hall, full blast on me. Jiggling the handle to my locker was no use, it was jammed.

Speed-walking to the office so I would have time before the bell rang, I opened the office door and air was pushed toward me, making my hair fan in almost every direction.

Ms. Tangelo, the administrator for all students, looked up from her typing, the keys on the board being the only thing you could hear in the absent room, other than the scuffs of two boys as teachers walked by. I looked at her, more focused now.

Her cherry red lipstick made her lips chap, her green eyes clashed with the fluorescent shade of orange her hair was, and her untanned skin made her skin imperfections, like wrinkles, stand out more.

"Miss Johnson? Miss Johnson," the tone of her voice started to fill with boredom and rage. My head snapped in her direction.

"Uh yeah my locker is jammed. Number 24E." The clicking of keys immensely echoed the room. Her head bowed and her eye squinted to focus on the screen behind her specks. Her posture was fixed as her lips slightly puckered, showing she was not in the mood to do anything today.

"Have a seat and it'll be ready in ten minutes. I'll give you a pass when you're late for first." I nodded and took a seat in between the two boys. They were obviously in a feud by their body language.

Seven minutes passed. The two lads went into the dean's office, talking about the fight I would never know more about.

The front door to the office opened to reveal the blue eyes I saw in my dream. It couldn't be him though, he was undesirable. His cheeky smile that stole the heart of just about every girl in the school was aimed for Ms. Tangelo. He leaned against the counter, not even recognizing that I was there.

"Hello Patty how are you today?" This was the side of Louis Tomlinson that everyone except me saw, the caring and affectionate side. Her eyes slowly traveled up his body, the navy crew neck tightly hugging every asset of his body. When her eyes met him, the heartless soul smiled.

"Louis, you call me Ms. Tangelo in school. How many times have I told you that?" There was a slight hint of flirting coming from her voice, which made me want to vomit. He leaned in, a crooked smile plastered on his lips. His voice lower, but still audible.

"C'mon Patty, it's me. I always call you Patty," his voice was raised to the volume of before. "I heard the dean wanted to see me again?" She nodded, a grin across her face.

I was turned off. He was about a third of her age and she was enjoying his flirts. Her lips moved, eyes on him. Looks like they forgot I was here.

"Yes you could just go straight in Louis and remember to be nice." He smiled and showed off his perfect rows of dazzling teeth, an overly exaggerated wink was flown to the elder woman. She giggled and watched him walk back, scanning down to his bum and locking her eyes on it.

He passed me but slow motion took over my brain. His strut was perfection, the clothes fitting his toned body better than gloves. But what made me think most was his eyes.

The blue color that usually overtook them faded into a dull and lifeless color. Even lifeless, they still blasted hate toward me and only me.

What did I do to him? All I do is study and take care of James, but this has been happening for years.

Just look at my scars and bruises.

Seventy three bruises, fourteen scars from other things whether it was a key or a rock. His temper only flamed around me, but why?

My only purpose in life was to get a good job and get James away from our father as fast as I could. I didn't want to get beaten everyday, but it didn't stand in the way of me accomplishing my purpose so I denied help from people when they knew about it.

This was my normal life.

The glare petrified me, only used when he wanted to slap me and hard at that. I sunk in my seat, knowing that he wouldn't hit me on the way to the dean's office. There was always that little flurry of hope though that today would be my last day of suffering and the last day Louis would use his muscles to tell me that he was in charge. But I knew that already.

I knew there was no chance of me beating Louis at his own game. There was no chance I would win this battle.

There was almost no chance of survival