Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Harry's P.O.V


It's been a while now and I am still locked here in this vacant room. Who would do such a thing? I mean this day is meant to remember Eleanor the only person who'd do something like this can not be any of the guests or a fan . . . so I'm taking a wild guess that the bastard that has locked me in here is the same old bum that had murdered Eleanor. But I do not understand why they would lock me in here.

If I could take a guess of who killed Eleanor it would be Alison. She rubs me the wrong way. . .always happy, and acts as if she is extremely tough. I mean we never knew of any Alison and then she just re - appears in Eleanor's life after moving from England to Poland and coming all the way to California. It just doesn't seem right does it? Plus she seems kind of envious of Eleanor of all she has which is definitely a motive for one word. Murder.

"Let me out of here. . .let me out of here. . .please, oh please let me out of here." I sing out of tune tired and more than bored.

I do not want to stuck in here forever, I will probably starve to death. Who knows. But then again if I do not get back in time, hopefully Susan will notice and come back hear. Hearing my cries and open the door. God Harry what have I g-

"I-I'm Eleanor Calder and I'm a slut." I hear Eleanor's voice ring upon my ears.

What? Turning around I see that I am once again alone, but the large flat screen television is now playing by itself. I squint my eyes at the screen as Eleanor appears in a dirty looking room with an unknown male facing her. Fear reveals in her large brown eyes as she shivers and unbuckle his belt hesitantly.

"What the fuck." I whisper to myself as I get up and walk towards the television.

Since when did Eleanor make a sex tape? With. . .him. It seems quit odd that she rejected me, but got down and dirty making a sex tape. I look around at her surroundings which looks nothing like her flat or Louis'. I furrow my eyebrows whilst putting my hand in my pocket as Eleanor bends down crying allowing the man to take full advantage of her. God, what am I thinking that was probably the place some bastard held her hostage in.

The blood within me flows straight to my dick even with Eleanor being dead. I can not believe I am even getting turned on by something like this. . .this isn't even like me. I-

"Click."

I turn around seeing no one. What was that? I rush the the door praying that it would at least open and finally, with luck the wooden door flies open hitting the wall with a bang. I look down the hallway towards the church. Who the hell locked me in there? Along with confusion, Eleanor's involuntary moans stops making me look back into the room with the television screen black. What the hell. . .

I take a step back out in the hallway suddenly hearing click - clacks of high heels looking back towards the dim hallway. Gotcha , my legs start running after the unknown figure getting closer and closer. I don't know who this is ,but I maybe able to solve he crime of Eleanor Calder.

I squint my eyes seeing nothing ,but a lean tall figure with a black hoodie on. It is a girl that is for sure with the tall stilettos and figure. . . I can tell. I am about catching up to her until one of her legs give up on her falling on the ground before me. Here we go. Once I catch up with her my eyes quickly study her face as I bend down to help her from he floor. Nelly?

Nelly frantically picks up her keys, pack of gum and reaches for her tube of lip gloss avoiding to look at me. I give her my hand watching as she grab sighs and grabs the small pink lip gloss with her black hood falling on her back. I help by picking up her sunglasses, phone and lady wallet.

"Nelly?" I ask her.

"What." She answers holding my hand to stand up.

"What are you doing here? Where have you been. . ." I breath heavily.

"That does not concern you." Nelly sternly says grabbing her sunglasses and putting it on her head.

"Nelly why did you lock me in that room." I ask seriously.

"I didn't." She answers looking at me weirdly. Her eyes look tired with a bruise on her right cheekbone.

I put my hand on her face carefully observing her worn out features. What is with her?

"What do you mean you didn't?" I ask her whilst she grabs her phone with force, putting it in the pocket of her hoodie.

"Shhhh." She makes the sound quietly whilst looking around.

"I mean I didn't Harry. Now I have to go." Nelly says walking down the dark hallway in a hurry towards the exit.

"Wait Nelly!" I call walking behind her.

"What." She snaps turning around and holding her phone.

I catch my breath stopping no less than ten feet from her, "Did you kill Eleanor?" I ask her serious.

"What do you think." Nelly answers looking me straight in the eye as she stands in front of the glass door. Her brown eyes almost challenging.
Nelly turns around to run down a different hallway and I follow standing in the entrance of he hallway, "Nelly!" I yell after her.

She looks back still jogging down the long hallway, "Shut up! Don't follow me!" Nelly's small voice yells back.

I watch as her body gets smaller and smaller down the hallway until she makes a right . . .disappearing. What was that? Shaking my head I push the door walking out into the nice sunshine looking down at the wet cement under my feet.

If Nelly killed Eleanor. . .would it not make sense she hide herself? But what if she's just being Nelly and Alison really killed Eleanor. Hannah is too much of a slutty coward to even pick up a knife. Sighing heavily I unlock the door of the new white Ford Fiesta. Looking in the leather seated car, I hear the jumbled of voices from across the street with some screams from fans. Do not get me wrong, I love my fans, and all but today is Eleanor's wake and to attempt to mob something so very important to Louis seems extremely rude. Disgusting in attitude in fact. Speaking of fans, what if the murderer of Eleanor is a fan. . .do not get me wrong ,but the Larry Shippers in our fandom are quit ridiculous coming up with false bullshit. Meaning yes I am definitely into girls, and I am not dating nor having any kind of romance with Louis except the bond of our friendship. In fact if I were a girl I wouldn't date Louis, I would date Niall still does not mean I am gay nor Louis who has dated women in the past. Especially with Eleanor.

"There you are." I say lowly to myself as I grab the clear cover that contains a DVD in it.

Eleanor's Dedicated Slideshow it reads in perfect, cursive handwriting. I smell the aroma of old lady perfume sitting in the car for a minute staring at the picture of a young baby on one side and Eleanor on the other. Must be Eleanor when she was young . . . she looks absolutely adorable in both pictures with the same familiar smile. I better hurry back before I miss the entire wake.

I rise from the driver's seat with the DVD, close the door and walk back towards the entrance walking down the dark hallway as before. I stop for a minute looking down the path Nelly went down . . .where does it lead to? Come on Harry focus! I don't want to get locked up again. . .especially with Nelly my "savior" being gone.

Once I am back in the church everyone standing and holding hands as I left them before. Great job Harry I missed the speeches. I walk beside my mum in the second to last pew grabbing hold of her hand before witnessing her giving me the look. I know I told her I'd be back soon ,but it isn't all my fault that I gotten locked in a room.

After we end in prayer Susan walks up to the alter to speak. I can tell she has been crying through - out the speeches while I was gone. Tears fall down her chin and onto her ruby red dress as she shivers clearing her voice to speak.

"And now I will share a short video in tribute to Eleanor Jane. . ." Mrs. Calder says so quietly.

Looking around I see everyone's eyebrows furrowed some pouring tears ,and others look down shaking their head. I stretch my neck getting a glimpse of Louis who seems to be holding strong with no sign of tears whatsoever. His face stern with hands holding each other in his lap while his right leg moves up and down in a rhythm on the brown colored, tiled floors. A lump develops in my throat as my mum cries silently beside me.

Mrs. Calder walks down the aisle and I hand her the DVD glancing at her. Her tired face strains me a wearily, sympathetic smile with the tears draining her entire face as her cold hands take away the DVD.

I breath heavily having air fly freely from my slightly parted lips my cheeks inflate. Allowing my first couple of tears to drop the lights in the church goes dim and I do nothing ,but wrap my arms around my mother pulling her close as she bawls in my arms. Her weeps get loudly by the second with my large hand rubbing her back feeling the silk of her dress and her tears wetting my shirt. My breathing hitches as my mother tugs onto my shirt as she shakes her head crying loudly with a few people looking. A screen appears before us with a loading signal. I rest my head upon my mother's head watching as my sister Gemma folds her arms and wipes her tears.

"Why'd you have to leave us Eleanor. Why." I whisper to myself staring at my sister as I comfort my mum.

Wherever Nelly is. . .I hope she understands what she has done.

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