That Love ➳ l.t.&e.c.

22. That News

The next day, I wake up to the sun shining through my bedroom window. I pull on some pyjama pants and walk downstairs, running a hand through my bed head hair. I walk through my kitchen, shirtless, as no one is home. My family has gone out of town for the weekend, so I proceed to make a cup of tea shirtless in my kitchen. A knock on the door causes me to put my tea down. I walk over to the door and open it to reveal Eleanor with tears rolling down her face, still in her pyjamas of a t-shirt and shorts, her in a messy bun, tear stains down her cheeks

"El, what's wrong?" I ask, alarmed, beckoning her in and closing the door, turning to her,

"My mum," she whimpers, "She's been admitted to St. Catherine's"

"Eliie," I whisper, pulling her into my chest, stroking her hair as sobs into me

St. Catherine's is a mental health care hospital  around twenty minutes away.

"It'll be okay," I whisper

She shakes her head,

"No she's in a mental hospital, she's apparently not stable to take care of a child," she whimpers, her voice breaking on the last word, her lower lip jutting out, her cheeks streaked with tears. My heart breaks looking at her

"Ellie, she'll come home eventually," I assure her, rubbing her arms gently

"I need her now Lou," she whispers, fresh tears falling down her face,

"We can go see her?"

"I can't see her for 71 hours, they're doing a physc evaluation"

I nod, "Well let's take your mind off it then," I compromise,

"How?"

"I don't know, but lets have some fun," I grin

A small smile appears on her perfectly sculpted face, "Okay," 

"Do you want a jumper or anything, you look cold?"

"Yeah sure," she says, fiddling with her hands. I take one in my own and drag her up the stairs, opening the door to my surprisingly cleanish room,

"You didn't make your bed!" she scolds me, wiping her tears and beginning to make my bed

I laugh, shaking my head. I rummage through some drawers, before grabbing a t-shirt for me and a hoodie for El. I hand it to her, pulling the t-shirt over my head,

"Oh, are you putting a top on?" she pouts, frowning slightly as she pulls the hoodie over her head, which in turn reaches to her mid thigh, completely covering her little pyjama shorts; I evidently don't offer her pants because to be quite honest, I like the view,

"Well you see," I explain, taking her hand as we walk downstairs, "I think my neighbours would be worried if I walked around the house wih no shirt on; say for instance, the postman knocks on the door with a package. Inside said package is some very expensive china from the queen, now I open the door, shirtless. He is so surprised and so turned on he drops the china from the queen. The china, being so delicate breaks. Because of my sexy shirtlessness, I have caused the postman to break the queen's china, therefore I have no other option than to put said top on," I tell her seriously

A grin spreads across the face as she laughs,

"You're so weird," she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck,

"True, but I made you laugh," I point out, kissing her forehead,

"You did," she kisses me lightly

"Okay, first fun thing to do," I say, grinning, "Pancakes, we are going to make pancakes!"

"I love pancakes!" Eleanor grins,