Life As It Was
Beginning
Louis ((7:16 a.m))
"So, I just woke up, I'm back home, no more New York," I chuckled to myself, holding my camera up at the direct angle I'd wanted, "I didn't get much sleep on the plane ride back home, didn't want to mess with my sleeping schedule anymore."
You're probably wondering what in the world I'm doing, talking to a camera about my life as it is. Well.. I'm Vlogging. I'm a Vlogger. YouTube and such. My fans adore these kinds of Vlogs, one's where I'm a mess. My hair all over the place, my shirt missing, and my goofiness which I never forget to provide.
I smiled into the camera, pulling it back down into my face. "It was great! I'd love to get to visit New York again sometime, the U.S was beyond amazing! It was lovely meeting some of you Tomliners there! You guys are incredible as always," I continued off for a little while before stopping it there. I'd continue as I went through my day.
I jogged downstairs through my flat, hurrying myself into the kitchen. "Breakfast time, breakfast time, breakfast time," I sung to myself while pulling eggs out of the fridge. I'd turned the stove onto 275 degrees and set a pan over top of it.
After cracking two eggs, and letting them start to sizzle on the pan, I grabbed a spatula, humming a tune while I did my usual England morning routine. I reached over and flipped the small television on my kitchen counter on, letting the news lady reporting today beam to life. "So today the rumors that fashion designer Eleanor Melody has let go of on-and-off flame Nathan Sykes, of The Wanted. It seems the couple have finally come to a mutual ground and called things off, but Nathan doesn't seem to be taking it as bad as Eleanor has."
I groaned, of course he wasn't, douchebags don't. I glanced at the screen while flipping one of the eggs. At the moment it was showing the girl they were talking about, Eleanor, covering her face as paparazzi all around her snapped photos and caught her on video. I grimaced, feeling bad for the girl. I don't think I'd be able to live with my life constantly in the spotlight like this.
"Sources close to both say that Nathan is actually quite happy about the break up but Eleanor has been taking it harshly, despite knowing it's a good decision for herself mainly because the long distance was harsh on both sides of the relationship." Sure, it was long distance that broke them up, he'd probably cheated.
"But Eleanor has had nothing to say on the matter at hand, yet Nathan has. Nathan told GQ magazine, and I quote, 'Yeah, for Eleanor the long distance really sucked but for me, I just wasn't all that interested anymore. Sure, at moments things felt right but other than that I just felt our relationship was meaningless'.
He continues to go on and say that he'd wished they'd broken up sooner. Which could lead to why Eleanor has chosen to postpone her upcoming new fashion line debut another two weeks and spend some time at home." I scoffed, what a dick, and turned the oven off, grabbing myself a plate from my top right cabinet.
The reported continued to go on about their break up and Eleanor taking a two week trip before her debut, but after I'd started to stuff my face with eggs, and set my camera down across from me so I could edit some of my weird eating in later, I didn't really listen much.
My mind strayed other places, wondering if I'd gained any new fans on YouTube or if this Vlog was taking too long. But I shrugged, finishing my eggs and rinsing off the dishes I'd dirtied. I placed them in the dishwasher and went toward my room, ready to get ready for my day.
My camera in hand, I looked at it, making a strange face. "So you guys, congrats to Eleanor Melody for dropping some dead weight. You go girl!" I smiled at the camera again, before clicking it off. My Tomliners knew how much I hated The Wanted, and even though I didn't really know much about this girl, I decided then that I'd edit this part in. Just in case she'd ever watch it.
Eleanor ((3:41 p.m))
I waved a taxi toward myself, my right hand flickering as the wind tugged at my hair. As the taxi started to come my way, I tightened my hat on my hat and smiled at the man behind me with my luggage. My aunt had insisted I have him with me at all times. Not just for baggage purposes, but so I didn't get mugged or anything.
But he didn't smile back, his poker ace making me uncomfortable. "You're taxi, ma'am," he said after a few seconds of me staring off into space. I nodded slightly, shaking myself back into reality and watching as he trudged behind the taxi with my luggage and started to place it inside.
I sighed to myself as the taxi driver opened my door for me, a fake smile plastered on his face. But yet I smiled back, taking my backpack off my shoulder and slipping into the bright yellow vehicle. Seconds later my door was closed and the wind had stopped rushing over me.
As the taxi driver climbed in, so did Sebastian, my bodyguard/baggage carrier, and they both sat in the front. "Where to, ma'am?"
"It's Eleanor," I spoke gently, "and to the Berkeley apartment building." The driver nodded and glanced at Sebastian, who sat rigid and straight. I chuckled, knowing he was probably uncomfortable. Sebastian had that effect. Sometimes with me he did, like earlier. But I guess my nerves on just on a high. I'm scared the paparazzi are going to pop out of anywhere.
As the taxi started down the road, I grabbed my book bag and placed it at my feet. Unzipping it and grabbing my iPhone out of the front pocket. I grabbed my pair of earphones, which had cherries at the ends where I'd place them in my ear. I'd had them for over two years, but they were my loves.
I plugged them into my iPhone and played my favorite song as of now. It blared in my ears but I didn't mind, I was used to the insane saxophone playing and the singing ladies. I tapped on my knee to the beat as I pulled open the Twitter app. Noticing '#SheDroppedThatDeadWeight' trending.
My curiosity, although I'd grown up with the saying the curiosity killed the cat, got the better of me and I clicked it. Noticing a picture of Nathan and I at the top, a cracked line drawing down through it. I gulped, scrolling down slowly, the whole time thinking 'Maybe I should stop' but not listening to myself.
I started to read of the few of the tweets, unable to help myself from smiling. The break up was harsh, to say the least. And Nathan.. well.. he took it completely different than I did. But was I very shocked? No, not really.
Then there was a specific tweet, one that held a picture of a cute boy with bright blue eyes. He was laughing, and words that you could tell were edited were written across the picture in a random order. I chuckled at some of them.
The first read, 'I've got the sasspower'. And another had said, 'Sassalicious', but the other one must've been what had started the trend, because it said exactly what the trend had been, 'She dropped that dead weight,' although this time it said Nathan at the end.
It made my chest hurt, but it also made me laugh. I could tell this trend was meant to make me feel better. Obviously since what he'd said in GQ and all these damn people asking me about it. No wonder I had to have a break.
But I sighed, closing out of Twitter before I could get too carried away in the tweets. Although I'd tweeted out to the people apart of the hashtag, keeping it simple and elegant and of course nice, as always. Just because Nathan, and quite frankly the rest of his band, had to be rude about me. Doesn't mean I'd be the same to them.
Sometimes you have to be the bigger person, despite the circumstances.
If you're wondering, the tweet read;
'Whoever started the trend #SheDroppedThatDeadWeight I have to say thanks for trying to cheer me up, but this is actually rude. Nice try though.'
I sighed and clicked on my YouTube app, leaning back into the seat.
"Don't forget, your aunt still wants you thinking about the final touches on your designs, Miss Melody," Sebastian spoke, and I nodded, noticing him looking back at me through the rear view mirror.
Great, I thought sarcastically, just wanted I needed and wanted to do on my break. I sighed again.
"So, I just woke up, I'm back home, no more New York," I chuckled to myself, holding my camera up at the direct angle I'd wanted, "I didn't get much sleep on the plane ride back home, didn't want to mess with my sleeping schedule anymore."
You're probably wondering what in the world I'm doing, talking to a camera about my life as it is. Well.. I'm Vlogging. I'm a Vlogger. YouTube and such. My fans adore these kinds of Vlogs, one's where I'm a mess. My hair all over the place, my shirt missing, and my goofiness which I never forget to provide.
I smiled into the camera, pulling it back down into my face. "It was great! I'd love to get to visit New York again sometime, the U.S was beyond amazing! It was lovely meeting some of you Tomliners there! You guys are incredible as always," I continued off for a little while before stopping it there. I'd continue as I went through my day.
I jogged downstairs through my flat, hurrying myself into the kitchen. "Breakfast time, breakfast time, breakfast time," I sung to myself while pulling eggs out of the fridge. I'd turned the stove onto 275 degrees and set a pan over top of it.
After cracking two eggs, and letting them start to sizzle on the pan, I grabbed a spatula, humming a tune while I did my usual England morning routine. I reached over and flipped the small television on my kitchen counter on, letting the news lady reporting today beam to life. "So today the rumors that fashion designer Eleanor Melody has let go of on-and-off flame Nathan Sykes, of The Wanted. It seems the couple have finally come to a mutual ground and called things off, but Nathan doesn't seem to be taking it as bad as Eleanor has."
I groaned, of course he wasn't, douchebags don't. I glanced at the screen while flipping one of the eggs. At the moment it was showing the girl they were talking about, Eleanor, covering her face as paparazzi all around her snapped photos and caught her on video. I grimaced, feeling bad for the girl. I don't think I'd be able to live with my life constantly in the spotlight like this.
"Sources close to both say that Nathan is actually quite happy about the break up but Eleanor has been taking it harshly, despite knowing it's a good decision for herself mainly because the long distance was harsh on both sides of the relationship." Sure, it was long distance that broke them up, he'd probably cheated.
"But Eleanor has had nothing to say on the matter at hand, yet Nathan has. Nathan told GQ magazine, and I quote, 'Yeah, for Eleanor the long distance really sucked but for me, I just wasn't all that interested anymore. Sure, at moments things felt right but other than that I just felt our relationship was meaningless'.
He continues to go on and say that he'd wished they'd broken up sooner. Which could lead to why Eleanor has chosen to postpone her upcoming new fashion line debut another two weeks and spend some time at home." I scoffed, what a dick, and turned the oven off, grabbing myself a plate from my top right cabinet.
The reported continued to go on about their break up and Eleanor taking a two week trip before her debut, but after I'd started to stuff my face with eggs, and set my camera down across from me so I could edit some of my weird eating in later, I didn't really listen much.
My mind strayed other places, wondering if I'd gained any new fans on YouTube or if this Vlog was taking too long. But I shrugged, finishing my eggs and rinsing off the dishes I'd dirtied. I placed them in the dishwasher and went toward my room, ready to get ready for my day.
My camera in hand, I looked at it, making a strange face. "So you guys, congrats to Eleanor Melody for dropping some dead weight. You go girl!" I smiled at the camera again, before clicking it off. My Tomliners knew how much I hated The Wanted, and even though I didn't really know much about this girl, I decided then that I'd edit this part in. Just in case she'd ever watch it.
Eleanor ((3:41 p.m))
I waved a taxi toward myself, my right hand flickering as the wind tugged at my hair. As the taxi started to come my way, I tightened my hat on my hat and smiled at the man behind me with my luggage. My aunt had insisted I have him with me at all times. Not just for baggage purposes, but so I didn't get mugged or anything.
But he didn't smile back, his poker ace making me uncomfortable. "You're taxi, ma'am," he said after a few seconds of me staring off into space. I nodded slightly, shaking myself back into reality and watching as he trudged behind the taxi with my luggage and started to place it inside.
I sighed to myself as the taxi driver opened my door for me, a fake smile plastered on his face. But yet I smiled back, taking my backpack off my shoulder and slipping into the bright yellow vehicle. Seconds later my door was closed and the wind had stopped rushing over me.
As the taxi driver climbed in, so did Sebastian, my bodyguard/baggage carrier, and they both sat in the front. "Where to, ma'am?"
"It's Eleanor," I spoke gently, "and to the Berkeley apartment building." The driver nodded and glanced at Sebastian, who sat rigid and straight. I chuckled, knowing he was probably uncomfortable. Sebastian had that effect. Sometimes with me he did, like earlier. But I guess my nerves on just on a high. I'm scared the paparazzi are going to pop out of anywhere.
As the taxi started down the road, I grabbed my book bag and placed it at my feet. Unzipping it and grabbing my iPhone out of the front pocket. I grabbed my pair of earphones, which had cherries at the ends where I'd place them in my ear. I'd had them for over two years, but they were my loves.
I plugged them into my iPhone and played my favorite song as of now. It blared in my ears but I didn't mind, I was used to the insane saxophone playing and the singing ladies. I tapped on my knee to the beat as I pulled open the Twitter app. Noticing '#SheDroppedThatDeadWeight' trending.
My curiosity, although I'd grown up with the saying the curiosity killed the cat, got the better of me and I clicked it. Noticing a picture of Nathan and I at the top, a cracked line drawing down through it. I gulped, scrolling down slowly, the whole time thinking 'Maybe I should stop' but not listening to myself.
I started to read of the few of the tweets, unable to help myself from smiling. The break up was harsh, to say the least. And Nathan.. well.. he took it completely different than I did. But was I very shocked? No, not really.
Then there was a specific tweet, one that held a picture of a cute boy with bright blue eyes. He was laughing, and words that you could tell were edited were written across the picture in a random order. I chuckled at some of them.
The first read, 'I've got the sasspower'. And another had said, 'Sassalicious', but the other one must've been what had started the trend, because it said exactly what the trend had been, 'She dropped that dead weight,' although this time it said Nathan at the end.
It made my chest hurt, but it also made me laugh. I could tell this trend was meant to make me feel better. Obviously since what he'd said in GQ and all these damn people asking me about it. No wonder I had to have a break.
But I sighed, closing out of Twitter before I could get too carried away in the tweets. Although I'd tweeted out to the people apart of the hashtag, keeping it simple and elegant and of course nice, as always. Just because Nathan, and quite frankly the rest of his band, had to be rude about me. Doesn't mean I'd be the same to them.
Sometimes you have to be the bigger person, despite the circumstances.
If you're wondering, the tweet read;
'Whoever started the trend #SheDroppedThatDeadWeight I have to say thanks for trying to cheer me up, but this is actually rude. Nice try though.'
I sighed and clicked on my YouTube app, leaning back into the seat.
"Don't forget, your aunt still wants you thinking about the final touches on your designs, Miss Melody," Sebastian spoke, and I nodded, noticing him looking back at me through the rear view mirror.
Great, I thought sarcastically, just wanted I needed and wanted to do on my break. I sighed again.
Notes
So?!?!?!?!?!
Should I continue with this story? I don't know, my friend kind of gave me the idea but I escalated it.
And NO the girls name being Eleanor does not mean I'm trying to do an AU of Elounor. I choose the name, yes, because of the Elounor shipname, but that's it.
Love itttttt!!!! Update soon<3
8/27/14