Louis' POV
I stroke Eleanor's soft hand, as we stroll through the park, fingers entwined.
"Cherry blossoms," Eleanor confirms eventually
"Cherry Blossoms?" I questions
"Yes,"
"No, my favourite would have to be....daisies," I smile at her
"Daisies?!" she exclaims "But they're everywhere, there's nothing special or spiffy about them"
"Spiffy?" I ask, laughing
She nods, "It's a word! It was on SpongeBob,"
"Oh yes, the most reliable source," I grin
"Shut up," she laughs, "Tell me about your unspiffy daisies,"
"Their, 'unspiffyness' is the reason I like them. They're regular and normal," I shrug, smiling slightly
"You're such a deep, soppy shit," she says after a while, laughing
"Shut up," I laugh, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and pulling her into my chest
"Ew, Louis! You smell and you're messing my hair!" she whines, laughing
"Aw baby," I mock her, ruffling her curls
"You act like I'm your little sister not your girlfriend!" Eleanor laughs, pulling away, her fingers lacing with mine once more
A startled look crosses her face, "Sorry, I meant dating,"
I smile at her oddly, "Don't be, I like it," I grin, pulling her into my chest, "And if I treated my sisters how I treat you, I think you should call the police,"
She laughs, nuzzling into my chest, looking up at me,
"So," I grin, "Will you officially be my girlfriend?"
She nods, her curls bobbing around her face as she grins from ear to ear,
"I will,"
"Shall we get some ice-cream then, girlfriend," I ask, leaning in so our lips are centimetres apart,
"We shall, boyfriend," she smiles, leaning in and pushing our lips together. After a few seconds I feel her turn to mush in my arms, as tingles fill my body. We lace fingers, walking towards the ice cream van parked up the street,
***
I walk over to Harry, who is sitting down on the grass underneath a tall willow tree
"Hey Lou," he nods at me, "Where's the bird?"
"Home," I say, sitting down on the grass opposite him
"Plan status?"
"Hmm," I frown
"What?" Harry asks
"A certain red head is getting in the way," I growl
"Ed?" Harry asks
I nod, blowing my fringe off my face,
"I'll take care of him," Harry says stonily,
"You better Harry, if he tells her the plan is ruined,"
"He won't tell her," Harry snaps
"Good,"
"When is the next phase of the plan commencing?"
"Tomorrow,"
"Perfect," Harry mumbles, a devious smirk spreading across his face
***
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,
"We're not going to eat them," I say in a 'duh' way, causing her to mask her face in confusion, "We're going to fling them at people,"
She grins, "Okay so do you have the ingredients?"
"I don't know how to make pancakes," I frown, "So I don't know what the ingredients are,"
"I'll look it up," she says, grabbing her phone
I look over her shoulder as she looks at her phone, "Here, d'you have a pen and paper?" she asks me
"Yeah one minute," I go into one of the drawers in the kitchen and pull out a pad and a pen,
"Okay write this down," she instructs, "Flour, salt, egg, milk, spray for the pan so it doesn't stick," she pauses, frowning and looking up at me, "Is there no sugar in pancakes?"
I shrug," Dunno, should we get some just in case they taste like shit?"
"Yeah spose so, what about butter, is there no butter?"
"I've put butter and sugar down, so we'll put it in anyways," I say
"Cool, let's go shopping," Eleanor grins, grabbing my car keys off the table in the hall, "I can drive,"
***
I grab onto the seat as Eleanor dodgily drives my BMW to the nearest Asda
"What are you even doing?" I ask her, terror in my voice,
"I'm driving, your car is stupid it doesn't work right," she replies
"What do you mean it doesn't work right, you keep pressing the wrong pedals!" I say, half laughing, half petrified,
"There in the wrong place," she persists, "Like in America they drive on the wrong side of the road, in your car your pedals are on the wrong side of the floor," she insists
"Oh Lord," I mumble,
"I heard that, I'm a good driver!" she persists, slamming down on the breaks as the light turns green on the traffic lights, before pressing the right pedal and moving forward,
"Really?" I ask
"Shut up Louis, I meant to do that," she insists, but she's laughing a bit
She very terrifyingly parks in front of the door of Asda and puts the car in park, turning it off,
"See?" she points out, "All in one piece,"
I laugh, getting out of my car
"Okay flour," Eleanor reads off the list once we're inside
"Isn't that with baking and stuff?" I ask
"Well done Sherlock, I thought it was with dairy," Eleanor says, shaking her head and laughing at me
"Shut up," I grin, slinging my arm around her shoulder and pulling her into me, as she leans her head into my chest,
"Louis?" she giggles
"Yeah?"
"You're still in your pyjama pants and your slippers," she laughs
I look down, laughing at my doggy slippers,
"Technically, you are still in your pyjamas too," I point out
She shrugs,"I'm too sexy for clothes,"
I laugh, kissing her forehead as we walk down the baking aisle,
"Why are you laughing, its true!" she persists, "Is there an Asda brand flour, it's cheaper, ennit?"
"Here," I throw her a bag of flour, which she clumsily catches, laughing, "Is there sugar down here too?" I throw her a bag of Asda own sugar grinning
"Right, you have salt at home don't you?" she asks me
"Yeah, I'd say so,"
"Okay, eggs next then," she walks towards another aisle,
"Where are you going?" I ask her as she walks through the dairy aisle, picking up some milk on her way,
"I don't know, where would eggs be?" she asks, handing me the shopping basket to carry, "It's getting to heavy,"
"Poultry?" I suggest
She shrugs and walks towards poultry, picking up a six pack of eggs
"Right, off home so," she says, turning the corner to grin at someone,
"Heya," she grins
I turn the corner to see it's Ed she's talking to,
His welcoming smile quickly fades when he sees me,
"I have to go El," he says
"Oh, okay," Eleanor says, confused, "I'll see you later then,"
"Yeah, bye," he nods, walking off,
"What was that about?" El asks me, confused,
"Dunno," I say simply
She thankfully drops the subject as we go to pay
***
"Okay so sieve the flour into the bowl and the salt," I read off my phone to Eleanor,
"Right she says
"Here, here I am the pro siever here, give it," I instruct, taking the sieve and flour from her hands,
"Go on so, let me see your sieving skills," she smirks, an amused look on her face
I begin sieving the flour, but end up getting it everywhere.
"Pro," Eleanor nods, taking the sieve off me
"I am," I defend, "Look, it's like fairy dust,"
I grab a handful of flower and blow it out of my hand
The majority of it lands on Eleanor, "Louis," she laughs, grabbing her own handful of flour and chucking it at me
I laugh, sprinkling some flour in her hair, "Aw look El, your like a little cake," I tease her
She grabs some flour and chucks it at me, squealing as I tickle her, forcing more flour onto her. with the remaining flour on my hands, I draw a little line of flour on her cheek
"Not fair," she grins
I grin, leaning in and placing a small kiss onto her mouth, which quickly deepens
I pull her close, as the kiss slowly becomes heated, our tongues dancing together. She runs her hands through my hair as my hands trail around her back
I push her back into the fridge, not breaking away from the kiss for one second
Her hands tangle my hair as the kiss deepens, gently scratching down my neck. A small bang startles us, pulling away, to see the sieve lying on the floor,
"Fucking sieve," I mutter, pulling her back to me
***
"Okay so that's the last one fried," El says, a stack of twenty pancakes piled on a plate, "So, do we even get taste them?"
I nod, grinning and grabbing a pancake from the stack, shoving it into my mouth as Eleanor watches me, grinning, "Attractive," she comments
I shrug, my mouth full of pancake, "Can't help it, I'm just too damn sexy,"
She laughs, taking a bite out of the pancake
"It's like a cupcake," she says
"One minute," I say, getting up and opening the fridge, pulling out a tub of Betty Crocker icing
"Nice one," Eleanor says, grabbing two spoons from the drawer as I crack open the lid, shoving it on the table
I scoop a huge lump onto a second pancake, taking a big bite
I nod, licking my lips, "Nice,"
Eleanor scoops a lump onto hers, "You need more icing!" I say, shocked at the scoop on her pancake, grabbing the spoon and scooping another lump on, "There, perfect,"
She grins at me, taking a big bite
A little big gets on her nose. I lean in and wipe it off with my finger, before proceeding to lick my finger,
"Mmm," I grin
***
Ten pancakes later, Eleanor and I are walking through the park, five pancakes each. We sit down underneath a huge willow tree, pancakes at the ready,
"So we just fling them at people?" she asks me
I nod, "Basically,"
"Will they not get mad?"
"Watch how it's done," I grin as a woman in her mid thirties I'd say, walks by. She is jabbering away on the phone. She's wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase and looks somewhat important.
I chuck a pancake at her, which hits her right in the face. The expression is priceless
Eleanor is in fits of giggles as the woman turns around,
"What on earth?!" she exclaims
"Happy Pancake Day! I thought you looked a bit sad so I decided to give you a pancake, however when I tried to call you so you could catch it, you didn't hear me, so I figured you deserved a pancake anyways, so I threw you one," Louis tells her, innocence in his eyes
The woman nods, stunned, "But wh-"
"Would you like icing with it? Here catch," Louis takes out the remaining icing and scoops a spoon in,
"No no no," the woman exclaims, scuttling off
Eleanor takes a deep breath, recovering from her laughing fit
"Right, let's do this," she grins
Ten pancakes later, we arrive back at my house, covered in pancake and icing, grinning and laughing
"Would you like to go out tonight?" I ask her
"It would be a perfect end to a perfect day," she smiles
"Great, well i better run for a shower,"
"Okay, I'll nip home and wash up and get dressed, alright?" she asks
"Yeah, I'll be over after my shower," I smile
"Cool, see you in a minute," she smiles as I lean down and kiss her, as she departs my house
***
I ascend the stairs to Eleanor's room, and sit down on her bed, checking the messages on my phone as she walks out in a towel, her hair in a bun to keep from getting wet.
"I didn't hear you come in," she smiles at me, rummaging through her drawer for some underwear I presume
"Yeah I'm just in,"
She nods," I just have to change,"
"You know our date doesn't have a particular time," I say, reaching out and gripping her hand, pulling her down onto my lap,
"Oh really?" she asks, amusement dancing on her face
"Really," I reply, leaning in to mould our lips together
Our lips play together as I lick he rlip, begging her for entrance, which she immediately allows, as our tongues chorus together.
She pulls away after a few minutes, breathing heavily
"I'm going to get you soaking" she smiles
"I don't mind," I assure her, pulling her back in
"I do, just let me get changed," Eleanor smiles, kissing my cheek gently and getting up, walking into her bathroom
"You can change in here, I won't look, swear!" I call into her
"Yeah right!" she calls back laughing
She walks out a few seconds later in her underwear and heads straight for her wardrobe
I enjoy the sight as she rummages through
"Where are we going?" she asks me
"Movies?" I suggest
"Okay so....what about this?" she questions pulling out a black silky dress with a gold belt at the waist,
"Sexy," I grin
She rolls her eyes at me laughing, pulling the dress over her head and securing the belt. She leans down and grabs a pair of faded gold peep toe heels, slipping them onto her feet and walking over to her make up desk, applying some gooey stuff to her face
"What is that?" I ask, pulling a face,
"Foundation," she tells me, rubbing it into her face with her fingers, before taking out something that looks like lip gloss and applying it in random dabs to her face,
"Why are you putting lip gloss on your face?" I ask, frowning at her,
"It's called concealer Lou," she laughs, before rubbing the lip gloss/ concealer in and brushing some powder stuff over her face
She grabs a tube, opening it to reveal a stick coated in black stuff
"What are you doing, that's dangerous!" I screech alarmed, causing her to laugh,
"It's mascara Louis, not a bomb," she laughs, applying the danger stick to her eyelashes, before putting something that I'm nearly sure is lip gloss onto her lips
She takes her bun out to reveal long, natural waves
"Ready to go?" she asks, grabbing a black Gucci bag from her closet and shoving in her phone and purse,
"Let's," I grin, taking her hand, "And by the way, dayum,"
She laughs, kissing my cheek,
"But tell me something," I start
She looks at me expectantly as we walk out the door, Eleanor locking it behind her,
"Why did you put lip gloss on your face?"
She laughs, shaking her head,
"I'll drive," she grins
"Oh Christ," I laugh, getting into her car
Author's Note
Hiya petals,
So extra long chapteeerrr x I obviously don't know how many pages it is but it's like 3,000+ words and normally my chapter are only 1,500 give or take, so this should be long :') Sorry it too so long to update, I experienced my first writers block of this book, which actually happened because I couldn't word what I wanted to say, but the I worded it right and it's all good now :') Make sure to vote and comment and tell me what you think petals </3 More soon, promise, writers block no more,
Love ye petals,
Niamh x