I knocked on Louis' hotel room door gently. I didn't want to wake Eleanor. I tapped my foot nervously as I waited for Louis to answer. I could hear him coming to the door. Once the door flung open, I stared at him with intense eyes.
"We need to talk." I stated lowly, attempting not to rouse Eleanor. Louis gave a single nod and let me into the room. "Is Eleanor sleeping?" I asked casually, following Louis to the living room.
Louis nodded, "She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow."
"Enola too." I laughed recalling the look of pure exhaustion when Enola crawled into bed with absolutely nothing on. Louis gave me an angry but sad expression. "Which is what I wanted to talk to you about." I sighed heavily. Louis folded his arms over his chest and motioned for me to speak. "You can't talk to her the way you did. You may not like what's going on but she doesn't deserve the...hostility you've been showing her."
"Well, I feel like she does." Louis replied quickly. I glared at him and opened my mouth to protest. "Hear me out, please?" Louis asked.
"You're walking a thin line, Louis." I warned him.
Louis inhaled deeply before saying, "How many times could she have told you that she was married? How many times could she have been honest with you about it but wasn't?" I just stared at him. "Harry, I can understand one night in Ireland. I can even wrap my head around the three days you spent together. But going to Italy? Saying she's in love with you? Coming out for tour? Harry, it's not right. She is a married woman. I don't know how you're not more put off by it. She lied to you about this, what else could she be hiding?"
"Louis, she does love me. We went to Italy to find out if Ireland was just a fluke. She told me straight up that she didn't think things would go the way they have."
"Yeah, she told you. She can say whatever she wants, Harry. We're never going to know if she's honest or not. She lied about something this big, who knows what else she'd lie about." Louis grunted like he was annoyed.
"You don't know her like I do, Louis. You've spent a total of three days with her." I snapped at him. Louis looked a bit shocked. "I know her. Inside and out. Every part of her." Louis lifted his eyebrow and went to speak again. I held my hand up to stop him. "I'm not talking about sex. I mean her heart, her soul. She is a good person. I could feel her holding back the entire time we were in Italy. Even after she said she loved me. She was afraid to say it, afraid to feel it. Now I know why. She thinks she is being selfish and downright terrible. Enola tried to leave me today." I informed Louis. He seemed even more shocked that she tried to go. "I wouldn't let her. I want her. I need her. There is nothing I wouldn't do to keep us together. So what, she is married...right now. She is leaving him. For me. To be with me."
"What happens when she gets bored with you? She'll find someone else to make her feel special." Louis stated, irritated with me. Anger rushed through my body. I pushed Louis against the wall roughly, my fists gripping his shirt tightly. Eleanor rushed out of the bedroom.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Eleanor shouted in fear.
"You take that back, Louis." I barked at him.
"Harry, let him go." Eleanor said placing her hand on my arm gently. MY breathing was erratic while Louis looked as calm as ever.
"You're only mad because you know that I am right." Louis spoke quietly. I slammed him against the wall again. Within moments, Paul, Preston and Dale were all in the room.
"Harry, what are you doing? Let go of Louis!" Dale commanded.
"I'm mad because you're wrong. She loves me and you know it. I know it. Everyone fucking knows it, Louis. Quit being a jerk to my girlfriend. You don't know a damn thing about her or what she's been through. And I swear to God, if you say anything to my mother about this tomorrow..."
"Your mum is going to meet her still?" Louis was dumfounded as he shouted at me. Louis pushed me away, toward Dale. "Harry, are you out of your fuckin mind?" Louis was madder than before. "Why on Earth would you let your married girlfriend meet your mother?"
"Because I love her!" I shouted back at him. "She's not some evil girl. She made a mistake all those years ago and she's paying for it now. You don't know what her life with that man is like."
"Oh, and you do?" Louis sounded very cynical.
"Yeah, I do. He's not nice to her. He doesn’t treat her right." I let it fall out of my mouth without thinking.
Louis' brow furrowed, "How do you know that for sure? She could be lying about that too just so you won't walk out on her." I lunged at Louis only to have Dale grab me around the waist, holding me back.
"I've seen it, Louis. She let me go through all of her things so I would believe what she was telling me. I went through her phone, her computer, her camera, all of it. He's not a good man." I informed him with a booming voice.
"Harry, if you had to go through her things..." Paul began.
I glared over at Paul, "I didn't want to. I trust Enola. I didn't need her to prove anything. She told me to. She wouldn't let it go." I turned my eyes back to Louis. "Louis, you can hate the fact that she is married to another man. I don't care. But you are not allowed to hate her or show her any kind of disrespect from here on out. She is a good person in a bad situation. Before you say anything else about her character maybe you should get to know her."
"Harry, I don't...you are my best mate. I want you to be happy. There are so many ways that this could go wrong. The chances of you and Enola getting a happily ever after are..." Louis sighed heavily. I stared at him waiting for him to finish. "This might not end with sex on a beach. If her husband is already abusive, who's to say that he won't hurt her if he finds out before she can leave him? Who's to say he won't hurt you? You are playing a dangerous game with her."
"I'd rather play this game than be unhappy and lifeless with someone else. She is everything to me, Louis. I've never felt like this before and I...there are things about her that have changed me. I'm not the man I was when we met in Ireland and she's not the woman she was either. I'm not expecting you to understand either of us. Just stop busting my balls and stop making her feel bad. She's already so upset that my feelings were hurt." I pleaded. Louis sighed heavily and nodded. "Thank you." I exhaled in relief. "Tomorrow, just...try speaking to her. She'll listen to anything you have to say. You should hear her out as well." I added.
"Alright. I'll talk to her. But I'm not guaranteeing that we're going to see eye to eye." Louis stated.
I shook my head, "I'm not asking you to. I'm asking that you just give her a chance." Louis nodded once again. I turned to Eleanor and kissed her cheek, "I'm sorry I woke you, love." Eleanor appeared completely flabbergasted when I left the room without a word.
As I closed the door over, I heard Dale say, "I've never seen him go at anyone before."
Louis sighed with what sounded like relief, "No one has, Dale."
I would hate to think Louis and Harry ever had a tussle but it helps my plot line. :(