No Strings Attached

Chapter 7

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It was a warm breezy day. It felt perfect except for the fact that Louis and I aren’t on exact speaking terms at the moment, “I mean how could he be so cruel?”

Niall shrugged and stuffed a handful of fries deep inside his already too stuffed mouth. “Niall sweetie, you’re going to clog a damn artery or choke on a fry.” I added sourly. He flipped me off and wiped chili cheese off his mouth with a quick swipe of the back of his hand. “Wow someone’s bitchy today. Here," he wiggled a diabetes filled, grease oozing fry in my face, “Take it maybe you’ll cheer up.”

I shrug and pop it into my mouth without a second thought. “No, but now I feel the need to run around the block.” We laughed loudly inside the small café and people turned to glare at us. From the glass window I could see his fans accumulating by the mass. He grabbed my wrist, “Let’s go meet some fans!” He replied cheerfully as he dragged me up out of my seat and onto the sidewalk where we were mobbed. I felt like I couldn’t breathe or hear, God I don’t know how these kids do it every day!

“Niall can I take a picture with you?”

“You look so good!”

“Where are the others?

“Aw your girlfriend is so pretty!”

Were some of the many sweet and not so sweet things that were being echoed into my badly beaten ear drum. We stayed in that mob for a good forty-five minutes or so. I talked to some of the fans there and they were pretty cool girls. One girl even gave me a stink eye! Gosh I wanted to die of humiliation so badly! Finally Niall speaks up, “Sorry ladies I really need to be heading home! But it was great seeing all of you today!” he cooed, his accent sounding through my ears. That’s probably the one thing that will never get old.

We reach the hotel and everyone is crammed into the couch watching Jackass. “How was your date?” Louis spat with so much venom I almost tripped over nothing! I held tightly onto Niall’s bulging bicep to steady myself.

He linked his arm around my waist and winked broadly at me, “It was amazing! We went to this really amazing café. We should all go sometime.” I opened my mouth to say something anything, but nothing came out. I was in complete and utter shock. Niall pulled me along and we managed to sit on the adjacent couch. Everyone’s eyes darted back and forth except Louis’. His eyes were glued to the very interesting commercial about tacos. His jaw clenched which honestly is really attractive. “How long has it been going on you crazy kids?” Liam offered up as he eased into the sofa with a bowl of chips.

“Since today.” I replied softly, scared that Louis might just flip over the coffee table in complete and total anger, but what gives him the right? I mean after all I did come here to profess my love to an obviously arrogant asshole who in return decided, out of the blue, to rekindle with his old flame. I felt a deep uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, it felt wrong, but two can play this dirty game.

Louis leaned forward to the TV and shushed everyone loudly, “Please can you guys shut it?” when he realized everyone’s eyes were staring wearingly at him he proceeded to add, “I want to finish this movie in peace. We can talk about Jaime and Niall’s budding romance later.”

Then everyone agreed quietly we should just be quiet and watch the movie and I thanked God quietly. I curled my legs under me and went deep inside my own thoughts, thinking how if things had gone right I would’ve been nuzzling up to Louis right now. I crack my knuckles nervously.

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Louis’ POV:

I saw them from the corner of my eye and cringed. They’re probably the worst couple ever. I mean not only are they physically unappealing together but personally they’re not even compatible. Once the movie ended-which I only knew because of the credits scrolling down- I got up and said I was going to sleep which was partly true.

I ripped off my shirt and pants as soon as I closed the door and crawled under the covers as if I were a child. I tucked my arm under my pillow and began to breathe deeply when I heard the door open and close softly.

Eleanor sauntered to the bed quietly and took off her clothes as well. I shot up, “I thought you were going to watch another movie?”

She had this lustful look beam from every pore of her face, “No I thought I could do something better.” She shimmied her hips as she landed on my bed. She crawled up to me and placed her lips on mine, I sat there like a dummy. She threw her leg over my torso so I was pinned between her legs; her petite body riding and grinding against me. Her hands explored every part of my chest and I shuddered at her touch.

She pawed at the elastic of my boxers as I grew hard, but honestly I had a migraine as of now. “El.”

“Mhmm.” She groaned as she kissed my face, my neck, and chest. “I don’t really feel up to it tonight. Rain check?”

Her eyes finally looked up at me and the lust was gone. She nodded politely and got up and fetched an oversized shirt of mine and crawled under the sheets just like I did before. She tangled her legs and arms into mine. I felt the pressure of her body against mine, but it didn’t thrill me like before when we had been dating for the first time. It felt gawky and awkward and too forced like tightened braces. I fake snore and flip over, but she still held on to her anaconda grip on my waist. She nuzzles up to the back of my neck and breathed out slowly, “I love you Louis William Tomlinson.”

I heaved a sigh and replied monotonously, “I love you too.” And fast after I fell into a deep slumber. Where none of this could possibly bother me anymore.

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