falling into your ocean eyes [e.c]

Pretending she's not about to melt and become one with the ocean, Eleanor smiles and splashes water into Louis' smirking face.

He's radiant, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. Eleanor watches a lone droplet of water slip down the column of Louis' neck. She longs to touch; to feel.

"Do you think the moon's jealous of how pretty you are?"

Eleanor doesn't really mean to say it, but she finds that she doesn't regret it either. Not when it elicits the most delicious flush to Louis' cheeks, one he tries to hide by ducking his head. It's the most bashful Eleanor has seen him all day.
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basically just eleanor being obsessed with louis for 5k words