⟨⟨ ᴇʟᴏʀᴀ ʀᴀʏɴᴇ ⟩⟩
A wannabe writer studying Psychology in London far away from home. As her time in the great wide world comes to a close, she is left feeling as though she has done nothing with it. That is until she's in the right place, playing t...
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The longer Elora spent in the large house, surrounded by famous people she had vague recollections of, the odder she felt. She had only been there for five minutes when she felt the desire to make up an excuse to hide out in the garden, away from all the people. Their journey to the kitchen involved Louis getting stopped and congratulated by every single guest, which meant that she had so smile awkwardly every time they looked at her and didn't know who she was. Eventually the brash nature of Louis shone through and he only gave fleeting 'thank you's and pulled her through the crowd.
When they reached the kitchen, his face was tense and uncomfortable before he began looking around for something she would drink. "I'm sorry about that, I thought there would be less people," he grumbled before catching sight of the wine bottle he had passed to her and took it from her. "It's fine," she chuckled and sighed at the peace of the kitchen, "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself, though." He shrugged as he poured the wine into a glass he stole from the cabinet, "I don't like big crowds so I was hoping that this would be a bit smaller, which is why I only invited you." Elora choked on her breath at his words before she took the glass from him with wide eyes, "Why didn't you ask your other friends to be here?" "Eh," he took a sip of beer, "They're all a rowdy bunch and this was supposed to be chill, plus, I don't normally mix my personal life with work because the media does it enough for me." She smiled at his remark before nodding in understanding; it had been something she'd wondered about – what his personal life was like when he got a chance to take a breath. Before she could respond, he added, "And I've only spent time with like you for the past bit." "Well, I'm complimented," she laughed to try and hide how much his words meant to her, "I hope I won't disappoint you tonight then."
Louis rolled his eyes before he guided her out of the kitchen into the lounge where the group was smaller but he could still say that he was being involved. His eyes ran over the people situated in random places around the room, trying to see if there was anyone that he felt like talking to. He, quite frankly, wasn't surprised when the only one who caught his attention was the gorgeous brunette standing alongside him. Her swirling brown eyes glinted in the warm light of the room and as she looked around, her smooth skin gleamed like rich silk. He couldn't help but admire the lustier of her dark hair and the way the lighter brown highlights blended into the strands naturally.
Elora looked at him with a small smile as she took a sip of the musky wine, appreciating its flavour far more than Louis would have. Just as he was about to say something, he felt the presence of a much taller being walk up behind him and he couldn't help but sigh in resignation. Turning around, he caught the sight he had expected: Harry stood with a charming smile and eyes focused fully on the woman Louis had brought with. Elora hadn't noticed his friend's presence yet, so Louis shot him a look that he hoped would convey his dislike for Harry's curiosity. The fellow British lad grinned innocently at him but ignored the hint and cleared his throat in an attempt to catch her attention. His attempt was successful when she turned around quickly with wide eyes, worried that she had been standing in someone's way. "Good evening," Harry greeted with his dimpled smile, "I'm Harry, I don't think I've met you before." Elora looked at Louis with a faintly raised eyebrow, catching him rolling his bright eyes at his friend's antics. She smiled sweetly and switched her glass over to her other hand so that she could shake his, "You definitely haven't. Hi Harry, I'm Elora Rayne." Louis watched them with keen interest, trying to read if there was any discomfort and hoping to see an excuse to drag her away with him. Unfortunately for him, Harry was a naturally amiable person and Elora was too polite to ignore someone directly engaging her, so the singer continued their interaction.
