Beau & the Beast
v. amourette or amour?
M o d e r n D a y P a r i s
“Fuck,” Eleanor mumbled under her breath. She doesn’t remember getting home last night, but when she rolls over to look at her phone, it’s dead. She groans and feels her stomach grumble. She feels absolutely nauseous.
I’m never tripping with Louis ever again, she thinks as she kicks her covers off of the bed. She’s wearing her outfit from last night, and she can feel the leftover make-up on her face.
She yawns and groans as she stands up, making her way to the kitchen, her phone in her hand.
She plugs it into the charger and turns on the coffee maker so that it can heat up.
While she waits, she walks over to Louis’ door, which is closed. She knocks quietly at first, but when there is no response, she thinks, fuck it, it has to be late. She knows she slept a long time. She opens the door, and it’s completely dark, like Louis always has it at night. The curtains are pulled, so she walks over to his bed and simply lays on top of the comforter.
“Louis,” she whines. “Wake the fuck up. You’ve got work tonight.”
She reaches her arm over blindly, wishing to slap his arm or something. What she comes into contact with instead, though, is a cold, empty pillow.
“Louis?” She grumbles, confused.
She leaves his bed and turns on his light. Everything looks the same as it did yesterday, his bed unkempt as usual, and the clothes he wore earlier yesterday in a pile on the floor. Eleanor shuts his light off and walks around the flat, checking the bathrooms and living room. It's official: No one is in the flat but her.
She decides to call him when her phone turns on. He probably shacked up with some lad at the club, she thought. It wouldn’t be totally unlike him, but she remembers almost everything from last night, and she doesn’t remember Louis meeting anyone.
Then again, she doesn’t remember getting home.
She doesn’t think much of it, though, and makes her coffee and some breakfast without much worry.
Her phone turns on while she’s eating her egg on toast, and she has a few voicemails and text messages. None of them are from Louis, though.
Before checking any of her notifications, she dials his number. It doesn’t even ring.
“C’est Louis, laisser un message. Je vais probablement oublié de vous rappeler.”
Her heart sinks at the beep and she leaves a quick message, “Louis, just wondering where you are. Call me when you charge your phone.”
What if he did shack up with some lad? And what if said lad was a crazy serial killer? Eleanor won’t ever forgive herself if something happened to Louis while they were out together.
She knew the LSD was a bad idea. She told him
“Fuck,” she mutters to herself for the second time this morning when she sees the time. It’s nearly five in the evening.
She finds Michael’s phone number in her phone, knowing that he’s the only friend of Louis’ whose number she has.
His muffled answer comes on the third ring, “‘Ello?”
“Mikey, it’s Eleanor,” she quickly says, unsure of what she’s going to say.
“El, how are you?” He asks, sounding a bit surprised.
“I'm-Not good, actually. Lou persuaded me to do acid with him last night, and I feel right shit,” she groaned, walking over to the couch and lying down, covering herself with the soft blanket thrown over the arm rest.
“Good on you, then,” he laughs. “Was it fun at least?”
“Yeah,” she admits honestly. “I actually really liked it. A bit life-changing, yeah?”
Mikey hums and clears his throat, “I’m actually with someone right now. Did you need something?”
“Oh,” Eleanor clears her throat, “yeah sorry. Have you heard from Louis?”
The line is silent for a moment, “No, I haven’t. He didn’t come home with you?”
Eleanor gulps and feels her nostrils burning a bit, “I-I don’t know. I don’t remember coming home, but he isn’t here and there are no traces of him being here today.”
“You really should have stayed together,” Mikey scolds carefully. “When did you see him last?”
Eleanor feels the tears brimming her lids now as she racks her brain, “I-I really can’t remember, Mikey. I guess at the club. He-He went to the bathroom. I don’t know!”
“Christ,” Mikey curses. “You’re home now?”
She nods before she answers aloud, “Yeah, I am.”
“I’m coming over,” he sighs. “I don’t work tonight, but he does, yeah? We’ll retrace steps and then go to the club tonight. Hopefully it’s all a misunderstanding and he’ll be on stage naked.”
“Thanks,” she chokes back sobs with a light chuckle. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Of course,” Mikey breathes deeply. “I just hope he’s all right.”
That’s all Eleanor hopes, too.
....
M e a n w h i l e
When Louis wakes up, he’s still at Cheshire Palace, and it wasn’t all a dream.
Perrie is there, though, and she jumps a little when Louis stirs.
“Morning, Louis dear,” she chirps, and he really starts to wonder how she stays so chipper in this dull place. “How did you sleep?”
Louis shrugs and yawns dramatically, “All right, I suppose. I’m feeling a bit, how do you say confiné, being locked up in here.”
“Oh, confined? Yeah,” Perrie nods solemnly, “we can take a walk if you’d like. The Palace grounds are quite beautiful in autumn. Perhaps Zayn would like to join us.”
“Don’t get your panties all dripping before breakfast, love,” Louis teases, noting how easily she blushes.
“I’ve got breakfast for you in the dining room,” Perrie mutters in thought, “but what do you mean? Zayn and I are-”
“Just friends?” Louis interrupts, looking fairly proud of himself. “That’s what they all say, and the next thing you know, they’re fucking on every surface of your shared flat.”
“That sounds like a specific personal memory,” Perrie chuckles.
Louis does as well, wondering what Eleanor is doing. He wonders if she’s realized his being gone yet, “Yeah, but the story’s still the same. You’re ‘friends’ until you’re not. Besides, have you forgotten that I’ve seen the lad? He’s definitely crush-worthy.”
“It’s not like that,” Perrie persists, trying to convince herself more than Louis. She already knows he’s set in not believing her.
“I’ll wash up and meet you back here,” Louis announces as he swings his legs over the mattress. “I believe you promised me food.”
“Of course,” Perrie smiles, snapping herself out of her thoughts. “I’ll get you a fresh change of clothes and lay them out on your bed. Would you like anything else?”
“A toothbrush would be splendid, honestly,” Louis smacks his dry lips in distaste.
Perrie wipes her hands off on her black and white dress instinctively and nods, “There are extras in the restroom. They’re next to the towels under the sink. Shower stuff is all there too.”
“Thanks, cherie.” Louis nodded and grinned before leaving the bedroom to shower.
Perrie immediately makes the bed, pulling the sheets up and fluffing the comforter like she has so many times before. She rearranges the pillows and steps back to ensure that they all look neat and even. When she is satisfied, she leaves the room and walks down the hall to Zayn’s room. She knows she would be better off asking Liam for clothes, but she tells herself that Zayn is built more similarly to Louis.
Really, she just wants to see Zayn.
She knocks at his door and hears grumbling from the other side.
“Zayn, it’s me,” she whisper yells, turning the knob slowly.
She peeks her head in first and spots Zayn’s sleeping frame face down in the pillows, “Can I come in?”
“‘Course,” he mumbles, but doesn’t move to get up. “You’re always welcome here, Pez.”
“Thanks,” she blushes, fidgeting with the hem of her apron as she steps into his room. “I-um, just needed some clothes for Louis. Do you have some you could spare?”
Zayn hums in thought and shrugs, “You know my clothes better than I do. Take whatever.”
“Thanks, love,” she whispers, walking over to his dresser. “Breakfast is ready whenever you’re hungry. Louis and I thought it would be a nice day for a walk. Would you like to join us?”
Zayn finally rolls over and Perrie tries not to visibly sigh as his eyes flutter open slowly.
“Yeah,” he grumbles, yawning and squinting at the light shining through the window. “I could go for a good smoke and some fresh air.”
“If you’re not careful, you’ll be out of tobacco by December,” Perrie scolds, sifting through the drawers for something suitable.
“I’ll try to work on getting a stash with the next drop,” Zayn shrugs, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Come for a cuddle, won’t you?”
Perrie knows she should say no, but she also knows that she can’t, “Just a moment, I’ll be done in a second.”
Perrie pulls out some clothes, taking a few options because Louis seems to be the picky sort. She folds them and places them in the chair by the door, and then walks over to Zayn’s bed. She sits on top of the covers, laying down in the space next to Zayn. He wraps an arm around her waist, and Perrie tries to steady her breathing. Zayn’s forehead rests against hers, and she grins at her best friend sweetly.
“You’re so needy in the mornings,” Perrie teases, brushing some of his hair away from his face.
“I’m always needy,” he chuckles, kissing her cheek briefly. “Don’t know what any of us would do without you, Perrie.”
“Starve or kill each other probably,” she kids, huddling her hands up against her chest.
“Yeah,” Zayn laughs. “That’s definitely what we would do. Thank God for you.”
“Yep, I’m a life-saver,” she chuckles nervously. “Now, get up so you can eat and get dressed.”
Perrie hugs Zayn briefly before standing up, ignoring the way he tugs at her wrist to keep her there. She gathers the clothes she left on the chair and turns around one last time before leaving the room.
Zayn is standing there, completely bare, his cock half hard against his thigh. He’s yawning and stretching, and Perrie gulps before turning away, “Christ, you could have waited.”
“You told me to get out of bed!” He yells after her, laughing and obviously quite proud of himself.
Perrie was just proud of herself for not dropping to her knees right there.
They both accomplished something, really.
...
Louis and Zayn eat together while Perrie cleans up the kitchen.
It’s a bit awkward, because Louis is obviously still the odd one out.
“So,” Zayn draws out slowly, “tell me about yourself.”
Louis hums, eyes flitting around the large, decorated room. Everything looks like it was once so nice. Perhaps the Palace has digressed after only having one person cleaning it up, and four others tearing it apart.
“I’m twenty-two, I’m a literature student at La Sorbonne, and I live with my best friend, Eleanor. Christ, she’s probably worried sick about me.” Louis bites at the inside of his cheek and leans onto the table, taking another bite of oatmeal, “Anyway, I work as an exotic dancer most nights. It’s shit, but it’s good money.”
Louis glances up at Zayn and sighs in relief when he finds him eating without a care in the world. He doesn’t even look surprised.
“You’re not going to reprimand me, or call me a whore?” Louis chuckles and Zayn shrugs.
“You’ve got a nice arse, and if your arse can make you money, then you would be a bit daft not to use that to your advantage,” Zayn grins as Louis laughs.
“You’re a wise man, my friend,” Louis sighs and takes a sip of his tea, still laughing a bit.
“I see you’re getting on well,” Perrie smiles as she enters the room. “I’m glad.”
“Louis here is a stripper,” Zayn grins. “Maybe we should have a Palace talent show or something.”
Perrie reaches over and smacks the back of his head playfully, only prolonging the men’s fit of laughter.
“Positively crude,” She rolls her eyes, finding it impossible not to laugh along with them. “Are you prats ready for a stroll yet?”
They both nod, and Zayn stands up, taking their plates from the table.
Perrie tries to take them from him, but Zayn shakes his head, kissing her forehead mindlessly, “I’ve got these, Pez. Go change or summat. Get comfortable.”
Perrie blushes as he walks away, finding Louis smirking at the head of the table.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Louis winks and pushes himself back from the table, gathering the two teacups still left, “Don’t ignore the man, go change!”
“Fuck,” Eleanor mumbled under her breath. She doesn’t remember getting home last night, but when she rolls over to look at her phone, it’s dead. She groans and feels her stomach grumble. She feels absolutely nauseous.
I’m never tripping with Louis ever again, she thinks as she kicks her covers off of the bed. She’s wearing her outfit from last night, and she can feel the leftover make-up on her face.
She yawns and groans as she stands up, making her way to the kitchen, her phone in her hand.
She plugs it into the charger and turns on the coffee maker so that it can heat up.
While she waits, she walks over to Louis’ door, which is closed. She knocks quietly at first, but when there is no response, she thinks, fuck it, it has to be late. She knows she slept a long time. She opens the door, and it’s completely dark, like Louis always has it at night. The curtains are pulled, so she walks over to his bed and simply lays on top of the comforter.
“Louis,” she whines. “Wake the fuck up. You’ve got work tonight.”
She reaches her arm over blindly, wishing to slap his arm or something. What she comes into contact with instead, though, is a cold, empty pillow.
“Louis?” She grumbles, confused.
She leaves his bed and turns on his light. Everything looks the same as it did yesterday, his bed unkempt as usual, and the clothes he wore earlier yesterday in a pile on the floor. Eleanor shuts his light off and walks around the flat, checking the bathrooms and living room. It's official: No one is in the flat but her.
She decides to call him when her phone turns on. He probably shacked up with some lad at the club, she thought. It wouldn’t be totally unlike him, but she remembers almost everything from last night, and she doesn’t remember Louis meeting anyone.
Then again, she doesn’t remember getting home.
She doesn’t think much of it, though, and makes her coffee and some breakfast without much worry.
Her phone turns on while she’s eating her egg on toast, and she has a few voicemails and text messages. None of them are from Louis, though.
Before checking any of her notifications, she dials his number. It doesn’t even ring.
“C’est Louis, laisser un message. Je vais probablement oublié de vous rappeler.”
Her heart sinks at the beep and she leaves a quick message, “Louis, just wondering where you are. Call me when you charge your phone.”
What if he did shack up with some lad? And what if said lad was a crazy serial killer? Eleanor won’t ever forgive herself if something happened to Louis while they were out together.
She knew the LSD was a bad idea. She told him
“Fuck,” she mutters to herself for the second time this morning when she sees the time. It’s nearly five in the evening.
She finds Michael’s phone number in her phone, knowing that he’s the only friend of Louis’ whose number she has.
His muffled answer comes on the third ring, “‘Ello?”
“Mikey, it’s Eleanor,” she quickly says, unsure of what she’s going to say.
“El, how are you?” He asks, sounding a bit surprised.
“I'm-Not good, actually. Lou persuaded me to do acid with him last night, and I feel right shit,” she groaned, walking over to the couch and lying down, covering herself with the soft blanket thrown over the arm rest.
“Good on you, then,” he laughs. “Was it fun at least?”
“Yeah,” she admits honestly. “I actually really liked it. A bit life-changing, yeah?”
Mikey hums and clears his throat, “I’m actually with someone right now. Did you need something?”
“Oh,” Eleanor clears her throat, “yeah sorry. Have you heard from Louis?”
The line is silent for a moment, “No, I haven’t. He didn’t come home with you?”
Eleanor gulps and feels her nostrils burning a bit, “I-I don’t know. I don’t remember coming home, but he isn’t here and there are no traces of him being here today.”
“You really should have stayed together,” Mikey scolds carefully. “When did you see him last?”
Eleanor feels the tears brimming her lids now as she racks her brain, “I-I really can’t remember, Mikey. I guess at the club. He-He went to the bathroom. I don’t know!”
“Christ,” Mikey curses. “You’re home now?”
She nods before she answers aloud, “Yeah, I am.”
“I’m coming over,” he sighs. “I don’t work tonight, but he does, yeah? We’ll retrace steps and then go to the club tonight. Hopefully it’s all a misunderstanding and he’ll be on stage naked.”
“Thanks,” she chokes back sobs with a light chuckle. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Of course,” Mikey breathes deeply. “I just hope he’s all right.”
That’s all Eleanor hopes, too.
....
M e a n w h i l e
When Louis wakes up, he’s still at Cheshire Palace, and it wasn’t all a dream.
Perrie is there, though, and she jumps a little when Louis stirs.
“Morning, Louis dear,” she chirps, and he really starts to wonder how she stays so chipper in this dull place. “How did you sleep?”
Louis shrugs and yawns dramatically, “All right, I suppose. I’m feeling a bit, how do you say confiné, being locked up in here.”
“Oh, confined? Yeah,” Perrie nods solemnly, “we can take a walk if you’d like. The Palace grounds are quite beautiful in autumn. Perhaps Zayn would like to join us.”
“Don’t get your panties all dripping before breakfast, love,” Louis teases, noting how easily she blushes.
“I’ve got breakfast for you in the dining room,” Perrie mutters in thought, “but what do you mean? Zayn and I are-”
“Just friends?” Louis interrupts, looking fairly proud of himself. “That’s what they all say, and the next thing you know, they’re fucking on every surface of your shared flat.”
“That sounds like a specific personal memory,” Perrie chuckles.
Louis does as well, wondering what Eleanor is doing. He wonders if she’s realized his being gone yet, “Yeah, but the story’s still the same. You’re ‘friends’ until you’re not. Besides, have you forgotten that I’ve seen the lad? He’s definitely crush-worthy.”
“It’s not like that,” Perrie persists, trying to convince herself more than Louis. She already knows he’s set in not believing her.
“I’ll wash up and meet you back here,” Louis announces as he swings his legs over the mattress. “I believe you promised me food.”
“Of course,” Perrie smiles, snapping herself out of her thoughts. “I’ll get you a fresh change of clothes and lay them out on your bed. Would you like anything else?”
“A toothbrush would be splendid, honestly,” Louis smacks his dry lips in distaste.
Perrie wipes her hands off on her black and white dress instinctively and nods, “There are extras in the restroom. They’re next to the towels under the sink. Shower stuff is all there too.”
“Thanks, cherie.” Louis nodded and grinned before leaving the bedroom to shower.
Perrie immediately makes the bed, pulling the sheets up and fluffing the comforter like she has so many times before. She rearranges the pillows and steps back to ensure that they all look neat and even. When she is satisfied, she leaves the room and walks down the hall to Zayn’s room. She knows she would be better off asking Liam for clothes, but she tells herself that Zayn is built more similarly to Louis.
Really, she just wants to see Zayn.
She knocks at his door and hears grumbling from the other side.
“Zayn, it’s me,” she whisper yells, turning the knob slowly.
She peeks her head in first and spots Zayn’s sleeping frame face down in the pillows, “Can I come in?”
“‘Course,” he mumbles, but doesn’t move to get up. “You’re always welcome here, Pez.”
“Thanks,” she blushes, fidgeting with the hem of her apron as she steps into his room. “I-um, just needed some clothes for Louis. Do you have some you could spare?”
Zayn hums in thought and shrugs, “You know my clothes better than I do. Take whatever.”
“Thanks, love,” she whispers, walking over to his dresser. “Breakfast is ready whenever you’re hungry. Louis and I thought it would be a nice day for a walk. Would you like to join us?”
Zayn finally rolls over and Perrie tries not to visibly sigh as his eyes flutter open slowly.
“Yeah,” he grumbles, yawning and squinting at the light shining through the window. “I could go for a good smoke and some fresh air.”
“If you’re not careful, you’ll be out of tobacco by December,” Perrie scolds, sifting through the drawers for something suitable.
“I’ll try to work on getting a stash with the next drop,” Zayn shrugs, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Come for a cuddle, won’t you?”
Perrie knows she should say no, but she also knows that she can’t, “Just a moment, I’ll be done in a second.”
Perrie pulls out some clothes, taking a few options because Louis seems to be the picky sort. She folds them and places them in the chair by the door, and then walks over to Zayn’s bed. She sits on top of the covers, laying down in the space next to Zayn. He wraps an arm around her waist, and Perrie tries to steady her breathing. Zayn’s forehead rests against hers, and she grins at her best friend sweetly.
“You’re so needy in the mornings,” Perrie teases, brushing some of his hair away from his face.
“I’m always needy,” he chuckles, kissing her cheek briefly. “Don’t know what any of us would do without you, Perrie.”
“Starve or kill each other probably,” she kids, huddling her hands up against her chest.
“Yeah,” Zayn laughs. “That’s definitely what we would do. Thank God for you.”
“Yep, I’m a life-saver,” she chuckles nervously. “Now, get up so you can eat and get dressed.”
Perrie hugs Zayn briefly before standing up, ignoring the way he tugs at her wrist to keep her there. She gathers the clothes she left on the chair and turns around one last time before leaving the room.
Zayn is standing there, completely bare, his cock half hard against his thigh. He’s yawning and stretching, and Perrie gulps before turning away, “Christ, you could have waited.”
“You told me to get out of bed!” He yells after her, laughing and obviously quite proud of himself.
Perrie was just proud of herself for not dropping to her knees right there.
They both accomplished something, really.
...
Louis and Zayn eat together while Perrie cleans up the kitchen.
It’s a bit awkward, because Louis is obviously still the odd one out.
“So,” Zayn draws out slowly, “tell me about yourself.”
Louis hums, eyes flitting around the large, decorated room. Everything looks like it was once so nice. Perhaps the Palace has digressed after only having one person cleaning it up, and four others tearing it apart.
“I’m twenty-two, I’m a literature student at La Sorbonne, and I live with my best friend, Eleanor. Christ, she’s probably worried sick about me.” Louis bites at the inside of his cheek and leans onto the table, taking another bite of oatmeal, “Anyway, I work as an exotic dancer most nights. It’s shit, but it’s good money.”
Louis glances up at Zayn and sighs in relief when he finds him eating without a care in the world. He doesn’t even look surprised.
“You’re not going to reprimand me, or call me a whore?” Louis chuckles and Zayn shrugs.
“You’ve got a nice arse, and if your arse can make you money, then you would be a bit daft not to use that to your advantage,” Zayn grins as Louis laughs.
“You’re a wise man, my friend,” Louis sighs and takes a sip of his tea, still laughing a bit.
“I see you’re getting on well,” Perrie smiles as she enters the room. “I’m glad.”
“Louis here is a stripper,” Zayn grins. “Maybe we should have a Palace talent show or something.”
Perrie reaches over and smacks the back of his head playfully, only prolonging the men’s fit of laughter.
“Positively crude,” She rolls her eyes, finding it impossible not to laugh along with them. “Are you prats ready for a stroll yet?”
They both nod, and Zayn stands up, taking their plates from the table.
Perrie tries to take them from him, but Zayn shakes his head, kissing her forehead mindlessly, “I’ve got these, Pez. Go change or summat. Get comfortable.”
Perrie blushes as he walks away, finding Louis smirking at the head of the table.
“I told you, didn’t I?” Louis winks and pushes himself back from the table, gathering the two teacups still left, “Don’t ignore the man, go change!”
Notes
I was going to write more, but I felt like this was a better place to end this chapter. Below, you have a wonderful gif of Zayn smacking Louis' ass. Enjoy it.Also, please comment. If you do, I'll try to update again this weekend :)
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