My Life Saver - A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 28 - Eleanor?

*Destiny's POV*

"Des.. Wake up, we have sound check!" I heard Niall yell.

I got up, "We'll good morning to you too," we giggled.

"You guys have a concert tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah. At 6," he grabbed his ray bans.

"Okay, I'll get ready. Are the boys up?"

"Yeah, they're in the bus all ready.." I laughed.

"In gonna grab something to eat." I said.

He nodded his head, and I walked into the kitchen.

I opened up the cabinet, and took out Apple Jacks. Yum.

I poured some out into a bowl, and got out the milk.

"Ding, dong," the door bell rang.

I put the milk down, and opened the door.

I couldn't believe who was standing there.

Eleanor.

"Um hi?" I said.

"Oh, hi. I'm coming to get my stuff. But I don't want to see that jerk face."

She means Louis, if you don't know who she's talking about.

"Um that's fine, but please don't call him jerk face? Thanks." I said, crossing my arms.

"Ha - ha. Your so funny. I don't know what happened to us, but I'm glad it's over." She said, smirking.

It hurt, but I could not show my weakness.

"Just grab your stuff and leave? I have to go," I said, pouring milk info my bowl.

She walked into Louis' room, and got all of her bags.

*Andrea's POV*

I woke up, and tuned around to say good morning to Harry.

"Hey bab-... Oh, right." I said to myself.

I kind of missed Harry, I mean, he was crying for another chance.

But kissing another girl? I don't think so.

We're friends, but we can't ever have the friend ship we had before.

I got up, and unplugged my phone.

I checked my twitter, and saw that Harry posted something on Twitter.

What? I still have notifications on for him, don't judge me.

"@Harry_Styles: @AndreaRussett I miss you. :("

Ugh.

Please, Harry, your making it harder.

I ignored the tweet, and started to get dressed.

I got out my white jean shorts, and a O2L shirt.

I put on my black converse, and straightened my brown, long hair.

I put on my white beanie from Aeropostale.

I grabbed my phone, and put it in my pocket.

As I was waking downstairs, I saw someone in Louis' room.

I couldn't believe who It was.

Eleanor.

"Andrea?"

"El?" I asked.

I walked up to her.

"Why did you run away from me, you brat?" She crossed her arms.