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Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Chapter 83

Louis' P.O.V

"Who is it?" I answer standing in front of the door.

"Emily, Annie, and Treasure." A girl's British voice answer on the other end.

Peeping through the hole I see three girls standing side-by-side holding flowers and a small blue gift bag. Fans. . .should I open it? But then again how could they have gotten up here with security downstairs. Maybe they live here? I open the door hesitantly smiling down at the three young ladies.

"Hello." I greet them with a smile.

"Hi." They all say at once.

"We are here to give you a gift from us to you, because we heard what happened to Eleanor." The oldest one informs me.

"Yes and we feel really sorry for your loss so we begged our mum to come up here and give it to you." The youngest one says, pronouncing her r's with w's whilst moving back and forth holding the gift bag.

I smile, the middle child yet doesn't speak. Just stares at my shirt with a blank expression.

"Oh my, thank you so much. Come in for a minute will you." I offer the kids.

They all nod except for the middle child and walk a few steps inside my new home to the living room.

"Have a seat, I will be back just gotta go get something." I tell the young girls.

"Okay." The oldest answers.

I can tell that the youngest must be Treasure only because she has a treasure box locket on her neck that sticks out from her rain coat. I walk down the hall and into my bedroom opening my drawer and ranting about to find the new Where We Are tour bracelets the guys and I had designed earlier this year. Finally my fingertips go over the thin pieces of accessories and I take six out for the girls and a friend to give one to of their choice.

Once I get the bracelets I walk back out to the girls and them each two with their eyes lighting up as they gasp.

"Thank you!" Treasure squeals.

"Yes thank you." The middle one finally speaks.

"Thank you so very much, we will treasure these with our lives" The oldest one smiles.

"No problem ladies. Em' do you have a camera so we can take a picture?" I ask them.

"Yes we have one." The oldest sister says taking out a green camera.

"Great, but if she is Treasure then what are you to names?" I ask.

"I'm Annie." The talkative oldest one informs me.

"And I'm Emily." Emily says.

"And I'm Louis, how about we take some pictures and I'll give you each and autograph." I offer them nicely.

Once the girls agree, they were quick to snap on their Where We Are tour bracelets and each took a picture with me one-by-one and one group picture afterwards. I sigh heavily whilst I inhale the strong scent of the black Sharpie as I sign my new black and white photographs. For some odd reason these girls feel as though they have lifted some sadness from my shoulders.

"Here you all go." I smile handing them each two signed photographs of me.

"Thank you." They all say together with the brightest smile.

"No, thank you. It really means a lot to me." I say leading them to the door and holding my apartment door open for them to walk out into the hallway.

"Bye." They say walking down the long hallway.

"Goodbye ladies, thank you." I call after them watching as they make a turn down the stairs.

I walk back into my apartment locking the door and setting the flowers in the center of my small dining table before looking in the small blue gift bag. A nice sympathy card is written from the girls saying sorry for your loss in crayon with a nice macaroni watch and a dedication DVD about my relationship with Eleanor.



Three Minutes Later

Louis' P.O.V

Once I finish my entire glass of lemonade I grab the dedication DVD heading to couch and switching the flat screen television on before plopping myself down in the leather couch comfortably. Maybe I should plan my night out simple and just watch the DVD and catch some sleep for tomorrow. As I lean forward to press the open button of the DVD player the name of my lost girlfriend is said through the speakers causing me to look at the screen. What now.

"Today was Eleanor Calder's wake, and of course the large fan base called Directioners are gathered around the Saint Mary's Church of New York this evening in honor of Eleanor's death. Check it out some people are even camping out until the funeral tomorrow!" An extremely fake woman explains as some fans wave at the camera.

Not one person I see on camera is in tears. Not one. I try to swallow the build in my throat, but not matter how hard I try it remains as is. I sit back down on my couch looking at the hundreds of fans. Go home. Let her be at peace. . .please.

The screen switches to the News's room of All Night News with three older people who look like they have plastic on their faces and fake smiles.

"Now the murder case of Eleanor is still not solved huh?" Rebecca question Billy and Barbara.

They nod in unison, "Yes, um she was found a couple months ago and put under tests. But nothing really brought out who it might have been which is sad really." Barbara answers.

"I understand that she was here in New York. But how could she have been so careless to walk out into the streets of New York alone?" Billy says.

"Well fuck you."I say towards my television. Since when would someone have to be with someone else to walk outside? Why was Eleanor walking outside anyways? Alison and Hannah said they weren't even ready to leave yet.

This just does not add up.

"Billy don't be so judgmental, she maybe wanted to get some fresh air you never know." Rebecca says after taking a sip of water.

"Well someone should have been keeping an eye on her that's all I'm s-" I shut the television off in tears before getting up.

Walking at such a slow pace I can feel my heart in my chest beating, as if it is bleeding. My vision being blurry as I try to hold all of my tears in by not blinking. As soon as my fingertips touch the cold doorknob, my tears instantly fall when I blink. Finally I am in my room, alone and isolated from the world outside. The world against me.

I walk in front of my mirror looking at myself. Look at me, I'm a lonely jack ass that is no use. I cannot even sing let alone entertain a crowd of people on my own. I hate myself. I'm so ugly . . . just hideous. How can people say they love me when I'm worthless as dirt under their feet. Why did she have to leave me. Why did someone have to take her away. Why? Just a simple question. Eleanor never told me that she supposedly hated someone or someone hated her. I cannot help but think that Eleanor was hiding something from me right now. But once again the question of three letters occur, why. Maybe someone was threatening her. . .but who, and once again why.

I chuckle whilst shaking my head and looking at myself in the mirror. Am I really going to blame Eleanor for her murder? It's my entire fault. I should have been knowing who she was texting, seeing, talking to and even walking past. But with the tour and the fans and shit. . .just hadn't got time. I just spent most of my time spending time with Eleanor on dates and such yet she never looked uncomfortable. It just does not add up.

I turn my head to look at myself studying the tiredness within my eyes. The sorrow I inhale into my lungs almost toxic. My tears wet my plain, white V-neck t-shirt as I stare at myself. My lips quiver of depression with my shoulders sulking of burden.

"Who am I?" I question myself. I am no Louis the Tommo Tomlinson. . .that wasn't me.

"My fans call me a hero. . . but I am no hero. I couldn't even protect my own girlfriend." I cry shaking before swallowing hard.

Cold sweat and tears have now covered my entire existing body. Shifting on one foot I hold my tears causing my vision into a blur of only seeing a tall monster standing in front of me.

"I am a coward." I say to myself truthfully. I Louis Tomlinson am a coward , I really am if you think about it.

"And I. . . I allowed someone to hurt Eleanor." I say raising my voice still holding in my tears.

"To take her away from me!" I shout with my teeth clenched together.

I finally allow my tears to fall upon my cheeks, raising my fists as my clear vision observes my being. With all my might, I strike the glass mirror meant for the reflection of real people with both of my large fists. The cold mirror hits against my knuckles only to crack into pieces. Glass, broken pieces fall upon my fists, and onto the ground beneath my feet. I watch breathing unevenly as the fall as if it were slow motion. I freeze with my now bloody fists still in place having shards of cold glass into my hands as I stare at what is left of the mirror. Just the cardboard behind now pressing against my wounded knuckle as I still press hard causing blood to ooze out of the holes caused by the subjects which I have busted with my anger.

Once I am somewhat free, I slowly back my clenched fingers from the cardboard which has my blood dripping wet from my knuckles. I look down at my feet, and they have small shards of glass on top and around both feet. Not giving a care in the world I walk over the glass pieces towards my bathroom with having many pieces of glass pinch their way into my feet. They feel so bad that my feet now feel numb. After I turn on the water on I stare in the mirror with no expression before putting both of my hands under the faucet. Only to feel the sting of the cold water running over the broken glass inside of my hands get briefly pushed either deeper, or side to side by the running water I hold my breath.

After I am killed with depression upon my shoulders, I shut off the water and walk back over the dangerous mess and roll into my bed facing the window. The half-moon's light is streaming through my shear curtains as tears wet my pillow beneath my head. I swallow hard, positioning my somewhat frozen hands in front of my face staring out. It is so quiet, too quiet that the only I hear is the quiver of my breathing as I shake slightly involuntarily.

"We love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor." I hear a loud chant from outside my window.

"We love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor."

"We love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor."

"We love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor, we love you Eleanor." The chant of my fans continue.

I blink away a tear, falling sideways from my eyes and onto my pillow, "I love you Eleanor." I say dryly and softly almost in a whisper.

I shut my eyes catching a hold of my breathing.

I love you Eleanor, I really do.

Notes

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Comments

@Sameria
Yea

Bipolar Bipolar
3/21/15

@Bipolar
Really!? Aw ilsym :) Thank you!

Yeezy Yeezy
3/21/15

OK ok look

I personally think that instead of publishing that piece of shit 'after' they should publish this (maybe with different characters)

Bipolar Bipolar
3/21/15

Next chapter more drama? Wow. This chapter was drama filled. I can't imagine what's next.

LTStyles92 LTStyles92
7/30/14

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Mrs_Tommo53 Mrs_Tommo53
7/25/14