Drunk in love

Louis

Louis point of view~

"So do you wanna watch 'The girl on the train' or.. 'miss peregrine's home for peculiar children?'...oh there's also-"

"Danielle..I'm not really up for a movie tonight" I sigh cutting her off. She gives me a look of concern, cocking her eyebrow. "Baby what's wrong? I thought you wanted to?" She slouches on the hotel bed. I lean back on the bed resting my head.

"I just..don't feel to good" I fake a rough voice as I speak. She sighs.

"I suppose we can watch a movie on Netflix then"

"-You can go if you want.." I nearly mumble. She looks at me tilting her head slightly, slowly she effortlessly stands to her feet. "I..guess I can then..Do you need anything?" She asks presenting a warm smile.

I open my mouth as to speak but quickly close it. I had no reason to stay, I was perfectly fine, maybe a scratch or two from earlier but other then that I was fine. I shake my head.

"Okay..I'm going to leave now then to catch 'the girl on the train'" she smiles. "Okay see yah" I say rolling over. Normally I would call her babe but honestly something inside me can't do it. I can't just fake something.

She kisses the side of my cheek, it's awkward for me since I'm laying down however she seems to have no problem. "Bye" she says. I hear hear her footsteps walk away from me. The sound of her feet stop and the latch of the door is opened.

I roll over to see her opening the door and shut it quietly. I sigh in relief and quickly sit up. I reach for my phone on the bedside table.

I unlock it quickly as if it were urgent, it surely wasn't.

I open Twitter as it's become a go to thing for me. Already as it loads I see tweets from fans. One tweet from a fan shows a pic of Harry and I. I read the caption:

"Possibly Harry and Louis fighting..the only pic taken but blurry..hopefully not" I read the tweet aloud exactly as it is.

I let it get to me, Eleanor and Harry. And now I regret it. I hate myself for it cause Harry's supposed to be my best mate. Obviously now all that is ruined.

I sigh and then tweet at the fan. I have to coverup cause this can ruin everything between One direction and the fans. Harry of course would think the same and do the same.

'That's not Harry and I, love Xx'

I quickly reply commenting under the tweet.

I sigh and feel a pain in my stomach.

I find myself on my text messages. I need to fix this, but at the same time I can't. Harry, supposed to be my best mate is trying to get in Eleanor my exes pants.

I hate to admit but I still care dearly for Eleanor, she was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I need to tell her that I'm sorry. Sorry for being an asshole, sorry for the fight, sorry for the inconvenience..sorry for everything.

A part of me knew we would meet again, just not with Danielle, not like that. It was bound to happen.

I find myself typing Eleanor's name into my contacts. Knowing Eleanor she changed her number..but that doesn't mean I can't easily get it, which I in fact did.

I click on her name (Eleanor Calder) and open up to messages.

I hesitantly place my fingers on the keyboards and begin typing, feeling my cheeks rise in temperature.