BEHIND THE HATE, US • Elounor •

8 ⊱ Mission Accomplished

MISSION ACOMPLISHED

Eleanor's POV

"Niall, please, I'm begging you!"

"Damn, El. You know I would tell you without hesitating, but I promised him..."

"To keep me apart from his life? That's the worst promise ever!"

"Hey! Don't yell at the Irish boy. Listen sis, I'll find the way to let you know about him, okay?"

Niall calling me "sister" reminded me of my first trip with the boys. Niall had started calling me like that, and after a few days, the rest of the band was doing it as well. My only doubt was, what if I was not their "sister" anymore?

Louis had made the boys promise him not to tell me anything about him. Since the day I left him with a massive hangover, I had no news about him again. I was in an ocean of questions, and I was drowning.

The only person who had told me something about my missing boyfriend was Niall. The Irish boy made promise him we would go out dinner together, and only when I agreed, he told me Louis was back in Doncaster. I was in London with all my clothes packed in order to travel as soon as I could, but Lottie had warned me not to do that. Apparently, Lou did not want to talk to me or his family, and he was spending his days locked in his room.

Sober, I hope.

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I smelled the pizza waiting for me downstairs, so I went to have dinner with my family. They were all looking at me with doubtful faces. None of my parents knew how to deal with my depression. My cousin had returned home so I was alone. Even though Jade was always chatting with me, it was not the same.

"Honey, your dad and I are going to visit Betty tomorrow. We'll be out the entire the day. Do you want to come with us?" My mother asked me already knowing my answer.

"Hum... Are you asking me if I want to spend my Friday in a house full of old boring people? Of course not!"

"I told you." My father told my mom. That man can read me like an open book.

They left home after breakfast the following day, so there I was, all by myself trying not to cry in every corner of my house.

I turned the radio on, but every five songs one of One Direction was played. My chest hurt when Louis' voice reached my ears. It was impossible for me not to feel empty. Defeated, I turned the radio off and went to my bed. I covered my face with a pillow until a knock on my door brought me back to reality. I got up feeling a little bit dizzy and went downstairs again. I checked myself in the mirror and then I opened the door. My hair was a mess and I had no makeup on, but I did not care. My natural style often matches perfectly with my depression.

As I opened the front door, a warm breeze met my face. I had my eyes almost closed because of a ray of light.

"Hi, El."

I stepped back in order to avoid the light on my face. When I opened my eyes, I regretted immediately.

Ian was standing there, right in front of me. He was holding a present and showing me his biggest smile. I hated him for that. There were hundreds of things I wanted to tell him, but I simply stood there, looking at him motionless. After a few years he was even more handsome. I hated him more... just because.