Come Find Me; A Louis Tomlinson Love Story

First off; I absolutely ADORE Eleanor J. Calder. It's just a story.
Louis is heartbroken after his breakup with Eleanor. He seems like the most unhapy person ever. He just wants to find love again. Will he find his true love? Will he ever let anyone grab hold of his heart again?


1. Someone I Don't Remember

---- Louis' POV ----      

        "Come on Lou. Get up, you lazy bum!" Liam joked. He pulled the covers off of me, but I just pulled them back. "No!" I said. "JIMMY PROTESTED!" Zayn and Harry said at once. Niall erupted with laughter which caused the rest of the lads to do the same. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't have it in me. No life. No love. No heart. No peace. And especially no joy. I let them have a few more seconds of fun before I sat up straight in anger. "Stop! Okay? Just stop! It's not that funny!!" I shouted. They stared at me in shock. I felt the tears get ready to take over so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I walked over to the shower and flung the curtain open. I turned on the water because I didn't want them to hear me cry. I'm a man. You're supposed to tough things out, not cry. I turned around and looked at the stranger staring back at me in the mirror. He looked nothing like me, but yet he did. Sweat pants..too big. T-shirt..too big. Hair..untamed and dirty. Face..sunken and pale. and tired.

        I wasn't the same person. I can't remember the last meal I ate. The last time I saw sunlight. The last time I stepped foot outside these doors and got fresh air. I looked at my phone. Take my followers and multiply it by four and you get how many people have sent me tweets. I haven't been on my phone in almost three weeks. I thought back to the night when I lost the only girl that I ever really loved. 'Oh Eleanor. Why did I have to let you go? Why won't you love me?' I thought. Then I remembered. I only have myself to blame.


       The lads and I came back home for a short break during the tour. I missed Eleanor so much, so I texted her to meet me at Starbucks. When she finally arrived, I could see that her face was clouded. I ran over to her and hugged her as tight as I could. I never once felt her arms wrap around me. I slowly pulled away, not knowing what to expect. She took in a big breath and said, "Louis. We need to talk." I looked at her. She was perfectly normal. She hadn't changed. What was wrong? "Okay. I saved us a table right over th-" I said turning around only to see people had taken the booth. "Well I did have one saved." I wimpered. She smiled slightly. "It's okay. We need to talk in private anyways." she said. She grabbed my hand and led me to the street. Eleanor began walking back to her house. I looked around in confusion and followed her.       

       She never once looked at me or spoke to me. The only reasonable solutions I could come up with were, A. She was throwing me a surprise welcome home party or B. She was breaking up with me. I liked A a whole lot better than B. Besides, I don't think she would do that to me. Would she? We finally reached her house. Eleanor opened the door and pulled me inside. "Have a seat on the couch. I'll be right back." she said, as she made her way upstairs. I waited until she was in her room to start moving around.

        I stood against the wall like a secret spy and jumped around the corner. "Ahah!" Nothing. I collapsed to the floor and crawled behind the couch. I jumped over it. "Boo!" Nothing. I scratched my head in confusion. "Okay guys." I said standing on the couch, "I get it. You can come out now, though. I know you're hiding. Just hand me my gifts and be gone." I said with a sneaky grin on my face. There had to be people here somewhere. "Louis?" Eleanor said. "What on earth are you doing?" She questioned. The look on her face was priceless. My face turned red as I jumped off of the couch. "I, erm... I was just, uh,.. I was just pretending. I was pretending that I was the King of Sass, and it was my birthday. And, uh, all of the fans were hiding from me. I told them just to give me my things and go. Pfft. Peasants." I said cheekily. "Oh. That's, um, nice?" she replied. I sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to me.

       She shook her head and sat on the coffee table. She handed me a small wrapped package. "Aw. Thanks babe! You shouldn't have." I opened the little box. Inside it was a leather bracelet. It had words engraved into it. "There is only one person I can love. There are millions that you can love. Do what you need to. I'll always love you Tommo. Love, El." I looked up at her. She was crying. I reached over to her to try and wipe her tears away, but she pushed my hand from her. "Eleanor. What's going on? You've not been yourself today." I asked. I was becoming frustrated by now. I just wanted my dang party already!       

       "Ha! You just don't get it, do you Louis?" she smirked. "Get what? The only thing I'm not getting is where you hid these losers!" She stood up and glared. "I can't keep doing this. I never see you. I hardly hear from you. I want someone I can see when I want, and can talk to when. I. Want. I know you're busy. And I get that. I do. But, let's face it Louis. It's not the same. We're not the same. I love you more than anything, but you don't have time for the one you say you love. I'm not going to ask you to choose me over your career. That's not right. I have school and you have One Direction. I can't fly out every week to see you, and you can't leave to come see me. Maybe..." she sobbed. "Maybe you can find another girl who can travel the world with you and the boys. But, face it. I'm not that girl. And don't you dare deny it." She finally breathed. She looked as if a 600 pound rock was lifted off of her.       

       I couldn't believe it. After everything we've been through and I'm still not getting a party. Geez. And on top of that, she's breaking up with me! I slowly began to take her words in, but as I did that, it broke my heart. I could feel my veins turn ice cold, my heart shatter into millions of pieces, my mind start to spin. I was begining to hate myself for not being there for her when she needed it. I hated myself for not texting her or calling her as much as I could have. I hated myself for not loving her. In my mind, I was calling myself everything under the sun and moon. A single tear slipped down my cheek. It was later followed by a few more and then a few more until eventually, it was flood.       

       "Eleanor, I am so sorry. Can't we please just work it out though? I will do anything for you, just please give me o-" I said, but she stopped me in my tracks. "Louis! It didn't work this time, it won't work next time! I love you so much, but I can't keep coming home and thinking about what it is you're doing that I'm missing! It's not fair to you, me or anyone else." she hissed.       

       By now she was shaking. I wiped my tears away and stood up. "But El. I need you. I want you." I whispered. She tensed up and said, "But I don't." I could see it in her eyes that she wasn't lying. She didn't want me or need me. I stood there for a little while, letting the words linger. "Would you put this on my wrist for me before I leave?" I asked Eleanor. I was to angry to look into her hurt eyes. She nodded once and tied it on my right wrist. "Thank you. For everything. I will miss you. I will always love you. I'm sorry I was good enough to you. I wish you the best of luck. Maybe another man will come along and sweep you off your feet. And tell everyone here that the party is over. They can just drop the gifts off at my place." I said. I kissed her forehead for the last time.       

       I walked over to her door and stepped outside. I pulled a small white box out of my pocket and set it on the top step. "Goodbye my sweet Eleanor." I said. I shoved my hands in pockets and strolled off down the the street.


       The mirror had fogged up by now. What was in the box? Oh you know, just a Camélia Ring in 18K white gold and diamonds by Chanel. I remembered getting drunk that night. I locked myself in my room and just sobbed. I threw myself a party, but not a good one.       

       Oh how I miss her. I jumped in the shower and blocked out everything. My thoughts. My feelings. The world. I stepped out of the shower after 25 minutes. Sitting on counter were some clean clothes. I sighed in regret. I was pretty rude to the boys. I took my anger out on them when they were only trying to help. Seems like I'm pretty good at hurting the ones I love. "You don't know, oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful!" Huh? My phone was ringing. I walked over to it and looked down at the caller ID. It was........  

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