Eleanor

First Fight

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A huge amazing thank you to everyone who has voted for Eleanor in the Watty Awards. The voting for this round is still going on and doesn't end until Aug. 3rd. So please vote if you haven't. All the voting information and links are on my profiles message board.

I'm a little worried about this chapter because I'm honestly shit at writing fights and arguments, so I apologize ahead of time for it.

Also I am going to set the highest goal ever for this chapter at 100 comments and 100 votes before I'll post the next update. I know like that seems like a lot, but I really want to challenge you and all of the ghost readers that read this. I promise that it won't always be this high, but I really want to try to get those who have never commented to comment. THIS DOES NOT MEAN YOU SHOULD LEAVE 10 COMMENTS THAT ARE 1 WORD EACH! Doing that will not get me to the goal. I do however believe that this goal can be met pretty fast. So if you have never commented before, I would like to ask that you to, even if it is just telling me you like this story.

Well no more talking and on to the reading!

Enjoy!

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"I'll have a tall Vanilla Frappuccino and a grande Iced Vanilla Spice Latte." I smiled as I told the guy behind the counter at Starbucks my and Louis's order. I paid and then stepped to the side to wait for our drinks to be ready.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a few girls standing in a circle and whispering, every now and then one of them looking up and eyeing me. I was somewhat used to the looks I got from small groups of teenage girls like this one by now.

"Eleanor." The man yelled and set our drinks up on the counter. I grabbed two straws and the drinks and made my way to the door.

"Eleanor?" A voice questioned right before I had one foot out.

"Yes." I answered; turning around and smiling at the girl who must have been the one to say my name stepped forward.

"Is that for your 'boyfriend'?" she asked in a sarcastic tone. I put two and two together and realized that the group who had been whispering about me where in fact Larry shippers.

"Yes." I politely said keeping a smile on my face.

"So, do they pay for you to fly out?" Another girl asked, looking me up and down.

"Does who pay?"

"Modest. Duh." The same girl rolled her eyes.

"Oh," I sweetly said, trying my best to hold tears back, "No, my mum bought my ticket."

"Right." They all said at once and laughed.

"Well, Louis's drink is starting to melt. It was nice to meet you." I smiled and left the store before they could say anything else.

My cheeks started to burn as I made my way back up to my and Louis's hotel room where he was waiting for me. I never thought I would have to face a Larry shipper in person, and I had always rehearsed in my head how I would handle it, I thought it went well, I was just now scared of the stories I would read online in the next few hours.

I opened our room door and made my way in, putting a smile on my face, making sure I didn't let Louis see that anything was wrong with me.

"Louis." I called out, walking further into the room and seeing that he was laying on the bed looking at his phone. "Louis." I said again, this time standing right in front of him. He never looked up. "I have your drink." He still didn't look up.