Harry's POV:
Okay, I am officially peeved off. Whenever El is not with Darcy, she was with Zayn or Liam. What about me?! Okay, I may sound selfish, but I need some Harrouise time! Or some Elarry time- you get my point. I keep dropping off hints but I don't think she's picking up on them. It sucks!
"Hazza, are you alright?" El asked me, balancing Darcy on her lap. I nodded, not making eye contact. I could see her giving me a 'nu-uh' face from the corner of my eye. "I know you're not okay" she said, moving Darcy from her lap and placing her gently on the floor. "You can tell me, you know" she placed her small hand on my shoulder lightly. I sighed. I knew she was going to get it out of me sooner or later.
"Okay...so there's this girl. I think I really like her, but I don't think she picks up on all the hints I drop. I just don't know what to do." She looked at me apologetically.
"Well, if you really like her, just give it to her straight, and if she says no, just give it some time. Hopefully she's worth the wait." I sighed.
"It's not that simple" I said, running my hands through my hair. She tilted her head slightly.
"And why not?" I took a deep breath. It's now or never.
"Because...that girl is you.." I said softly, looking at the ground. After a minute of silence I looked back up for her reaction. Her eyes were wide and she kept opening and closing her mouth, probably not sure how to let me down easy. "It's alright, I get it. Don't bother." I said, standing up. I grabbed my coat and walked out the door before she could say anything, slamming it shut.
Once I was out, I ran as fast as my feet could go, not sure where I was going. I couldn't care less though. Just knowing she didn't feel the same, broke my heart into a million pieces.
I walked down the sidewalk, my shoulder brushing against others as I walked. I stopped walking and looked at the building. Should I? It'll help me get my mind off of my crappy life. I smiled slightly, showing the man my ID.
This will definitely get my mind of things.
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Elouise POV:
"Ugh! Where is this boy?"I asked myself, pacing back and forth in the living area. It's past four in the morning and he hasn't come back yet. I called him at least thirty times! I heard Darc start crying again and I rushed back to our room. I picked her up and rocked her soothingly. All night she has been crying "papa", her second word.
I heard the hotel door close and placed Darcy, who finally fell asleep, back in her crib. I rushed out into the living area to see Harry, stumbling around, almost knocking things over.
"Where have you been?!" I yelled in a hushed tone. I'm not that rude, people are sleeping. He looked over to me, his eyes bloodshot. He was most certainly drinking all night.
"Out" he responded simply, tossing his jacket on the floor.
"Is that all you have to say? We have all been worried sick! Do you not realize what time it i-"
"Just shut it, I don't need this right now" he snapped at me, walking right past me. I gaped at him. I grabbed his wrist, pulling him back.
"No, you shut it! Do you have any idea how Darcy feels? She's been calling out for you all night! "Papa, papa!" But you weren't there! I thought you said a child needed both her parents! You're being a horrible fathe-" I guess that pushed him over the edge because he pushed me against the wall, hands on either side of my face.
"Take. It. Back." he growled at me, eyes dark. I froze. This is like my dad all over again. "Well?" I gathered all the strength in me to speak.
"No." He raised an eyebrow. "No. I don't care if you think you are going through hard times. You have no clue what the hell it feels like to have a crappy day. Just because you're upset doesn't mean you can just run away, forget all your responsibilities, get drunk and knock up some random girl! I through you were better than that! Obviously I was wrong!" I removed myself from his grasp, taking two steps back.
"Do you not know who you're talking to? I'm your employer! You have no reason to talk to me like that!" He raised his voice at me, but I stood my ground.
"Well if I don't say it, then who will?!"
"You know what? You're fired!"
"Well, this is your lucky day, because I quit!!!" I turned around, running to our room and locking the door behind me. I slid down the wall into a sitting position, sobbing into my hands softly.
I hate everything...
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Lou's POV:
"STYLES!" I yelled. I was furious. I went to check on El this morning, because she's usually the one to wake me up in the morning, but she was gone! And so were her bags. I walked into the living area to see Harry, waking up from his sleep on the couch. He yawned.
"Morning Lou-" I grabbed his collar, cutting his sentence short.
"What the hell did you do to my sister?" I asked him, holding back the urge to punch him in the face. He looked confused at first, but then realization spread across his face. He looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. "WELL?!"
"I sorta got mad last night and..." he trailed of at the end.
"What?" I saw Niall, Zayn, and Liam enter the room, but I couldn't care less.
"Well I was drunk and mad and I..."
"SPIT IT OUT, STYLES!"
"I fired her.." he said softly. Something in me snapped and I lunged at him. It was a good thing the boys were there to hold me back or else Harry would be knocked out.
"YOU WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU! LET ME GO!" I kicked and flailed my arms and legs, but Liam had a tight grip on both my arms.
"Louis, calm down-"
"I can't calm down, Liam! My sister's gone and I have no clue where she is!" I noticed Liam look around the room, not making eye contact with anyone. I got out of his grip and grabbed his arm, pulling him into a random room. I closed the door, locking it behind me.
"Spill. I know you know where she is." He but his bottom lip and looked around nervously. He sighed and finally made eye contact.
"She texted me this morning, telling me where she was staying. But she just wants to be left alone right now. Just give her some time." I sighed. I guess she's pretty upset. "But most importantly," he added. I snapped out of my thoughts.
"You can NOT tell Harry."
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FanfictionElouise Brynn, or Lou for short, has had anything but a happy life. She didn't grow up with loving parents. In fact, she lived in many foster homes till she was seven. She has been bruised and broken by her "father" and it's gotten to the point that...
