Eleanora [Harry Styles AU]

[6] Wanderlust

A/N: Sorry for the wait! This chapter didn't turn out quite the way I wanted it to, and it's probably the worst I've put out, so again, sorry. 

Song is Nina Nesbitt's Cover of The 1975's Chocolate. Nothing to do with the chapter, I just love what she's done with it. 

Dedicated to MarissaScheeler for the cover!

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“This is my aunt’s place. It’s nice, isn’t it? A little too fancy to be frank, but that’s just me.”

            At that second, every last muscle in my body decided to freeze. I couldn’t do anything but stand there like a wax figure. Situated in front of me was a head of long blonde hair and a pair of captivating green eyes.

            Pooling around her was a sickly mess which gradually became less dense as you travelled further away from her. It was like a hurricane had hit this small, yet fancy apartment, and she was the eye of the storm. Surrounding her was a mixture of weathered magazines, various plastic scraps, empty snack packages and a couple of dog eared books turned upside down.

            I’d had this prediction that she’d be an overly neat person; one who didn’t let you sneak a crumb of food into their car or disallowed you to enter the house with your shoes still attached to your feet. But she proved to be quite the contrary.

            But when were my predictions ever right? If I ever were to be confident with whatever assumption I’d come up with, the opposite would always be the case. My gut instinct was never right with her; she was unpredictable.

            “You’re … here?” I questioned once my muscles finally decided to loosen up and defrost. I tilted my head to the side. I’d wished for it to be her, I’d sensed for it to be her, and I’d been confident for it to be her, so why was I so surprised when I found her sitting on a once immaculate sofa.

            “Yes, silly.” she laughed, unravelling the most breath taking smile. “I’m here.”

            I linked my fingers together and rested them against the back of my head, surveying the floor before me. It was challenging to process. She was there. She was there. “Does your aunt know you’re here?” I perked up, removing my hands and letting them fall to my sides.

            “My aunt’s in Spain.” she replied effortlessly

            I sucked in a large portion of air, partially ignoring the current location of her presumably rich aunt. I was still trying to wrap my head around, well, everything.

            “Sorry,” I apologised abruptly for my slowness “I just … I thought you’d ran off or something. I mean, you didn’t show up to tonight’s show. And yes, we did notice. Our band has been curios about you ever since we’d discovered that your face was always present at our gigs. So if you took refuge here thinking we’d be oblivious to your absence, you were wrong. And what was up with that anyway? Not showing up in Eastbourne. We’d been counting on you. Why were you here? Why didn’t you come? Do you know how much time I spent pondering over it? And what was with secretly placing this square of paper in my pocket?” I held up the tattered note which had caused me so much trouble “Why would you do that? You didn’t even give me any indication that it was you. You just expected me to come. Did you ever think that maybe I wouldn’t? Maybe I was a sane person who doesn’t travel to mysterious addresses at unideal hours, although it’s clear now that I’m not. But that’s not the point -- Maybe I could’ve been a normal person who had good enough judgement to stay away from this apartment, and your whole attempt to lure me here would’ve failed--“