Don't Leave Me

Harry has a strong interest in Louis.... but is it enough for him to take drastic action?


1. The Picture

I was sitting at home, in my p.j. bottoms as usual, when my phone beeped. It was a text from Eleanor.

Hey Lou, come over right now. I have something to show you.

I crinkled my forehead in confusion. She didn't sound too happy. i put on a better pair of pants and drove over to her flat.


I knocked on the door in the special way I did. Two short knocks, one long  and a flutter of my fingertips. Eleanor, gorgeous as ever, opened the door. She didn't look happy.

"Eleanor!" I held out my hands for a hug. She rejected it. "Louis. Come in."

I awkwardly shuffled in, not knowing what to expect. We stodd at the entrance, looking at each other.

"Take a seat Louis."

"Sure hun, thanks." She stared at me as I sat, but not in a loving way. This stare was quite terrifying, as if she was wishing a pack of zombie alpacas unto me. She took a seat across from me and pulled a folder out of her bag.

"Take a look at this," she said as she pushed the folder across the table to me. I warily took it and opened it. Shit. Inside was a picture of me and Harry pressed up against a wall at a club a couple nights ago. And to make matters worse, I was in the middle of ripping his shirt off. Double shit.

"Care to explain?"


"When were you going to tell me?!"


"I can't believe you would do this to me!"

"Darling, calm down, I was drunk, it was just a kiss-"




"Don't you 'Eleanor!' me! When were you going to tell me you were gay!?"

"But I'm not!"

"Oh yeah? This picture tells quite a different story!"

I've never given it much thought, but I guess she was right. I mean, I no longer look at girls and think, 'I'm gonna fuck that.' And I mean, I could always say that this is a phase... but I mean, a pahse doesn't last for about six months......

Eleanor looked at me, heartbroken.

"I think it's best if we see other people Louis Tomlinson. I should've known those Larry Stylinson rumors were true. Even Dani said they were."

Danielle? When I told her that I had a thing for Harry, she promised not to tell anyone. That bitch.

I looked at Eleanor. I loved her, but I realized it was more as a sister rather than a girlfriend.

"Fine, I just hope.......that we can still be friends."

She looked away, "Maybe."

Uh, ya. That was a definite 'I don't wanna hurt you by saying no, but I don't ever want anything to do with your cheating sorry ass again.'

We said our goodbyes (and I noticed that she was tearing up a bit. So the bitch does have a heart) and I left her flat. As I was driving home, I wondered who gave her the photo. I figured it was some crazed fan trying to split El and I up so i would date her instead. As soon as I got home, I did what i always do when i feel bad, I called my best friend, Harry.

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