Life As It Was
One
Eleanor
I think it the afternoon, when you're supposed to be on vacation, would be calm and nice and gently. Instead, here in my home of London, all was at hell. A storm that seemed fit for my mood, depressed and saddened, had rolled in just suddenly as I'd made my way toward a small bookstore at the edge of my street. Regrettably, not only did I forget a jacket, but also an umbrella.
But who could blame me, I lived in California for two years.
All I could do was sit and wait, sit and wait. But I was already quickly losing my patience and sanity while just sitting behind a few bookshelves, the windows right next to me being pit patted with raindrops of all sizes. Some would make a small thud, others just seemed like silent tears streaming down a crying face.
At the moment I was in, I felt like crying. I felt like holing myself up somewhere no one would ever find me. But it would be hard, even if I tried. My aunt had Sebastian of course always looking around me. Although, since I'd told him I was just going down the street to a bookstore, he'd allow me access to go alone.
I could tell he must feel awkward around me right now. With the whole me feeling like shit over an ex and him having to be near me. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to be near a guy for the next century, let alone the next month.
But, I couldn't argue with my aunt. Who was I to argue with her in the first place? She'd been the only real reason, besides my keen eye for wicked designs and killer style, I'd gotten the job as the designer for Ariana Grande and Iggy Azalea's 'Problem' music video. I still stay in contact with Ariana from time to time, she did help me get huge. But my aunt had gotten me the job in the first place.
I sighed, wanting to get up and throw my book at the window because of the rain. I didn't feel like letting myself get all wet over the storm, or my attitude. But I by far didn't mostly because of my outfit. I went chic and simple today. My color scheme being easy, yet, in my bestfriend's words, fabulous.
(( ie. outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123871513 ))
Just as I'd though I was doomed to be stuck in a bookstore alone, well besides the lady who ran it, who is quite bitter, and my hopes of Sebastian coming to get me out of here vanished, the door chimed, signalling another person had come in.
"Louis!" The women who ran the store, Clarice, chirped happily. I glanced around her, noticing I could barely see whomever she was talking to. I knew he couldn't be much taller than me, and that he was soaked. Head to toe.
Despite myself, I couldn't resist giggling at his back. He seemed to be talking to the storekeeper in a low whisper, seemingly ashamed of himself. I crouched back in my chair, a small smile perked on my lips and looked back at the words on the pages of my book. Although I couldn't help it as my eyes continued to wander back up to the poor guy.
"Nice shorts," I commented. It was true what I'd said, his shorts were unique. I wouldn't say they'd be the first thing I picked out of my closet. But they were.. okay, I guess. They were orange shorts, with pineapple's all over them. Strange for someone who lives in the heart of London to where.
Just as I went to laugh again, the guy turned sharply around, gaze focused on me. Immediately, my mouth closed.
Louis
"So, there's a storm outside. I'm bored, most of the power went out all over London. Including my own flat's." I sighed into my camera screen, sure enough in my head that I wouldn't even be able to upload this for a while. But my boredom commanded me to do something. So here I was, laying on my couch in these hideous shorts, and talking on and on about gibberish.
That was, until, someone start to practically bang on my door. I sighed, "Alright, so I'll see what homeless person is being chased by security. They'll be in the video, I promise." Of course I said that to where it sounded offensive. Yesterday, the girl, Eleanor, had tweeted out about that trend I'd started. And then suddenly my YouTube page was nothing but hate from the people who admired her. Yet no one cared about Nathan's side.
Not shocking.
I closed the camera and got up, walking over toward the door. Well, practically trudging. I wasn't really in the mood for company after everything. But did I really have a choice? Not really. Harry had just told me it's normal for people like us, Vlogger's, YouTubers, anyone really in my opinion, to be hated on. But it bothered me because I had so much, I'd never really seen so much.
"Hello?" I asked, squeamish as I opened the door. The guy in front of me stood tall, his face covered in sweat. Either that or rain. But I doubt it was raid considering he only had sweat on his face and slightly under his arms. Gross.
I scrunched my nose at him right as he answered. "Hello, my name is Sebastian. I'd like you to do a favor for me. I know this is extremely random, but just before the storm started, this women I'm watching went down the street and," he continued to explain, to which I zoned out, occasionally nodding my head along.
As he finished, my subconscious snapped me back into reality. My head jerking up to look at him. "Uh, so, uh, why aren't you.." I seemed to trail off, but I assume he must have understood what I meant. He seemed to answer, so I didn't question it. I at least wanted him to assume I was listening for his "little" speech.
"I have to go with her aunt. Urgent business. Please tell her that. Thank you. Remember, the bookstore down the road. She should be the only other person besides the storekeeper there. Don't let anyone get too close to her, if anyone else is outside." Before I had a chance to ask him what he'd exactly meant by all this information, he'd practically ran down the hallway, and started off down the steps. I guess the elevators aren't working either then..
I sighed, and closed the door while turning around on my heel. So I guess I'm supposed to pick up his daughter or something. What a dad he is. Just letting her run a muck. And then trusting some stranger to go pick her up. Glad my mother was definitely a lot stricter than he is. Otherwise I could have ended up a pedophile and he would've regretted asking me to do this.
As I slipped on a jacket and my usual TOMS, I noticed I hadn't changed my shorts. With a glance back toward my bedroom I decided not to. It's a little girl, who's probably scared right now, she'd probably get a kick out of it.
"I regret this decision," I mumbled under my breath while walking down the sidewalk. I was trying to keep close to the shop entrances, making sure to stay as dry as I could. Although that wasn't very dry at all. People around me were mumbling and snorting to themselves, most likely about my shorts.
After all the hate I had gotten yesterday, everything these people were saying was just putting me in a bad mood.
When I'd finally reached the bookstore, I couldn't be happier. I knew Clarice, many people did. And despite my small interest in books, I often came here to talk to her. She was a kind old women, although she could snap at you if she needed to. Sometimes I'd think she could take a nineteen year old rubber down, despite her being seventy two.
I stepped inside, the chime clinging above me as the door smacked against it. I sighed heavily as the last drop of rain splattered on my back, falling through my jacket onto the back of my shirt.
"Louis!" Clarice squeaked, steadying herself as she jumped up from her chair. "Give an old women a heart attack. My god, what're you doin' out in this storm boy?" She her a perplexed face on and I started to explain, lowly, as I'd noticed a girl hiding behind a book when I'd walked in. She seemed.. odd. Although her outfit was classy enough.
Clarice was about to talk after I'd finished, but I heard the girl speak something under her breath, a sarcastic tone close to the edge of her voice. It was then I almost snapped. But as I turned around, her book almost falling from her hands, I noticed one singular thing.
She, was Eleanor Melody.
I think it the afternoon, when you're supposed to be on vacation, would be calm and nice and gently. Instead, here in my home of London, all was at hell. A storm that seemed fit for my mood, depressed and saddened, had rolled in just suddenly as I'd made my way toward a small bookstore at the edge of my street. Regrettably, not only did I forget a jacket, but also an umbrella.
But who could blame me, I lived in California for two years.
All I could do was sit and wait, sit and wait. But I was already quickly losing my patience and sanity while just sitting behind a few bookshelves, the windows right next to me being pit patted with raindrops of all sizes. Some would make a small thud, others just seemed like silent tears streaming down a crying face.
At the moment I was in, I felt like crying. I felt like holing myself up somewhere no one would ever find me. But it would be hard, even if I tried. My aunt had Sebastian of course always looking around me. Although, since I'd told him I was just going down the street to a bookstore, he'd allow me access to go alone.
I could tell he must feel awkward around me right now. With the whole me feeling like shit over an ex and him having to be near me. I wasn't sure if I even wanted to be near a guy for the next century, let alone the next month.
But, I couldn't argue with my aunt. Who was I to argue with her in the first place? She'd been the only real reason, besides my keen eye for wicked designs and killer style, I'd gotten the job as the designer for Ariana Grande and Iggy Azalea's 'Problem' music video. I still stay in contact with Ariana from time to time, she did help me get huge. But my aunt had gotten me the job in the first place.
I sighed, wanting to get up and throw my book at the window because of the rain. I didn't feel like letting myself get all wet over the storm, or my attitude. But I by far didn't mostly because of my outfit. I went chic and simple today. My color scheme being easy, yet, in my bestfriend's words, fabulous.
(( ie. outfit - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=123871513 ))
Just as I'd though I was doomed to be stuck in a bookstore alone, well besides the lady who ran it, who is quite bitter, and my hopes of Sebastian coming to get me out of here vanished, the door chimed, signalling another person had come in.
"Louis!" The women who ran the store, Clarice, chirped happily. I glanced around her, noticing I could barely see whomever she was talking to. I knew he couldn't be much taller than me, and that he was soaked. Head to toe.
Despite myself, I couldn't resist giggling at his back. He seemed to be talking to the storekeeper in a low whisper, seemingly ashamed of himself. I crouched back in my chair, a small smile perked on my lips and looked back at the words on the pages of my book. Although I couldn't help it as my eyes continued to wander back up to the poor guy.
"Nice shorts," I commented. It was true what I'd said, his shorts were unique. I wouldn't say they'd be the first thing I picked out of my closet. But they were.. okay, I guess. They were orange shorts, with pineapple's all over them. Strange for someone who lives in the heart of London to where.
Just as I went to laugh again, the guy turned sharply around, gaze focused on me. Immediately, my mouth closed.
Louis
"So, there's a storm outside. I'm bored, most of the power went out all over London. Including my own flat's." I sighed into my camera screen, sure enough in my head that I wouldn't even be able to upload this for a while. But my boredom commanded me to do something. So here I was, laying on my couch in these hideous shorts, and talking on and on about gibberish.
That was, until, someone start to practically bang on my door. I sighed, "Alright, so I'll see what homeless person is being chased by security. They'll be in the video, I promise." Of course I said that to where it sounded offensive. Yesterday, the girl, Eleanor, had tweeted out about that trend I'd started. And then suddenly my YouTube page was nothing but hate from the people who admired her. Yet no one cared about Nathan's side.
Not shocking.
I closed the camera and got up, walking over toward the door. Well, practically trudging. I wasn't really in the mood for company after everything. But did I really have a choice? Not really. Harry had just told me it's normal for people like us, Vlogger's, YouTubers, anyone really in my opinion, to be hated on. But it bothered me because I had so much, I'd never really seen so much.
"Hello?" I asked, squeamish as I opened the door. The guy in front of me stood tall, his face covered in sweat. Either that or rain. But I doubt it was raid considering he only had sweat on his face and slightly under his arms. Gross.
I scrunched my nose at him right as he answered. "Hello, my name is Sebastian. I'd like you to do a favor for me. I know this is extremely random, but just before the storm started, this women I'm watching went down the street and," he continued to explain, to which I zoned out, occasionally nodding my head along.
As he finished, my subconscious snapped me back into reality. My head jerking up to look at him. "Uh, so, uh, why aren't you.." I seemed to trail off, but I assume he must have understood what I meant. He seemed to answer, so I didn't question it. I at least wanted him to assume I was listening for his "little" speech.
"I have to go with her aunt. Urgent business. Please tell her that. Thank you. Remember, the bookstore down the road. She should be the only other person besides the storekeeper there. Don't let anyone get too close to her, if anyone else is outside." Before I had a chance to ask him what he'd exactly meant by all this information, he'd practically ran down the hallway, and started off down the steps. I guess the elevators aren't working either then..
I sighed, and closed the door while turning around on my heel. So I guess I'm supposed to pick up his daughter or something. What a dad he is. Just letting her run a muck. And then trusting some stranger to go pick her up. Glad my mother was definitely a lot stricter than he is. Otherwise I could have ended up a pedophile and he would've regretted asking me to do this.
As I slipped on a jacket and my usual TOMS, I noticed I hadn't changed my shorts. With a glance back toward my bedroom I decided not to. It's a little girl, who's probably scared right now, she'd probably get a kick out of it.
"I regret this decision," I mumbled under my breath while walking down the sidewalk. I was trying to keep close to the shop entrances, making sure to stay as dry as I could. Although that wasn't very dry at all. People around me were mumbling and snorting to themselves, most likely about my shorts.
After all the hate I had gotten yesterday, everything these people were saying was just putting me in a bad mood.
When I'd finally reached the bookstore, I couldn't be happier. I knew Clarice, many people did. And despite my small interest in books, I often came here to talk to her. She was a kind old women, although she could snap at you if she needed to. Sometimes I'd think she could take a nineteen year old rubber down, despite her being seventy two.
I stepped inside, the chime clinging above me as the door smacked against it. I sighed heavily as the last drop of rain splattered on my back, falling through my jacket onto the back of my shirt.
"Louis!" Clarice squeaked, steadying herself as she jumped up from her chair. "Give an old women a heart attack. My god, what're you doin' out in this storm boy?" She her a perplexed face on and I started to explain, lowly, as I'd noticed a girl hiding behind a book when I'd walked in. She seemed.. odd. Although her outfit was classy enough.
Clarice was about to talk after I'd finished, but I heard the girl speak something under her breath, a sarcastic tone close to the edge of her voice. It was then I almost snapped. But as I turned around, her book almost falling from her hands, I noticed one singular thing.
She, was Eleanor Melody.
Notes
BOOM. I know it may seem like this story is moving too fast, but I just want to get it going on track. I already have the outline for about three chapters done, and I know where I want to take this, and I know I want to do a sequel.
But in the future, I might not make a sequel.
Who knows?
Anywho, what did you think? Did you like it?
Love itttttt!!!! Update soon<3
8/27/14