My One and Only

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4. chapter 3

Louis' POV

I watched as Gillian stumbled out, slamming the door behind her. Rubbing my temples, I slumped onto the couch.

"What the hell?!" a shout echoed down the hallway. I sprinted into my room to see Harry holding a pillow threateningly towards Niall.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to make sense of what was going on?

"I woke up cuddling with him!" Harry shouted, gesturing toward Niall, who blushed slightly.

"Sorry, mate. Last thing I remember is falling asleep in my bed last night." Niall apologized profusely, rubbing his head, confused.

Zayn grunted, sitting up. "What did we do last night?" he asked in general.

"We took him to a club and-" Harry began, whipping his head to me. "Where is Gillian?"

"She's gone."

The boys all looked at me, any expression in their face gone. Harry swept his hair back, brushing past me and into the bathroom.

"She left her clothes here," he came out, holding Gillian's skimpy clothing.

I sighed. She was in a rush.

Niall rubbed his temples, flopping back down on the bed. "Oh, I have a hell of a headache."

Zayn hopped up, searching his pockets. "Lads, have you seen my phone anywhere?"

We all shook our heads.

"I'm going to go get the mail. Be right back," I called, jogging to the front door, grabbing my jacket along the way. The cold air hit me, instantly making me shiver, as I made my way down to the street. Snow was falling harder than before, wind blowing it everywhere.

I noticed a small lump in the street. "What the..." Walking over to it, I saw familiar pants sticking out from beneath snow.

"Oh, my god! Gillian!" I fell to my knees, quickly digging the snowy pile until I could see her. She looked so pale, lips blue.

"Gillian!" I brought her to me, wrapping my jacket around her, trying I warm her up.

Squeezing her to my chest, I ran back upstairs and into the flat, surprising the boys all sitting in the living room.

"Lou?" Harry shot up, giving me a quizzical look.

"She was, um, passed out in the street." I laid her down on the couch, sitting beside her so her head laid in my lap.

Gillian stirred slightly.

"Louis, we have to take her to the hospital," Zayn immediately said, going back to the rooms to get dressed.

"No!" Gillian exclaimed suddenly, eyes shooting open. "Please," she begged, looking straight up at me. "Don't take me to the hospital." Her eyes fluttered back shut, her quick breathing returning to normal.

I brushed her hair back subconsciously, whispering, "I won't. I won't, I promise."

"Louis?" I heard a whisper, waking me. Looking down, I locked eyes with Gillian, who was still in my lap.

"Hmm?" I hummed.

"How long have I been here?" she asked, voice shaking.

I looked up at the clock. "Well, about 6 hours. The other boys all went to see Liam not too long ago."

She sat up slowly, rubbing her arm. I noticed the marks on her arm again. Sadness washed over me as I looked at this beautiful girl, pale and shaking.

"Gillian, what happened?" I asked, gently holding her wrist, blatantly gesturing to the marks and cuts.

Looking back up to her face, I was surprised to see tears falling across her cheeks. She pulled away, shaking her head once more, wiping the tears away.

I sighed. "Gillian, my girl- my ex girlfriend cheated on me a week ago." I settled in, beginning to tell her everything.


"I have to go! I'm going to surprise El tonight," I explained, waving off the boys as they tried to convince me to go out with them tonight.

"Oh, come on Lou! Please," begged Harry, following me out to the car. "What are you doing?"

I turned to him, flowers in hand. "Well, I haven't seen her in nearly 2 weeks. I thought I would surprise her!" Smiling, I gently placed the flowers up front with me.

Harry smiled at me. "Go get her, mate."

I grinned, patting him on the back before jogging to the other side of the car. I can't wait to see Eleanor.
Driving quickly, I made it to her flat in no time. Grabbing the flowers, I quietly made my way to her door, unlocking it. A small gasp escaped my lips, the flowers slipping from my fingers.
Eleanor quickly covered herself on the couch while the man she was with just smirked at me.

"E-El?" I stammered as I tried to make sense of everything.

"Louis-" she trailed off, closing her eyes.

"What, Eleanor? 'It's not what it looks like'? What the hell are you doing?" I shouted, suddenly angry.

"I'm sorry, babe..." she stuttered, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Whatever, Eleanor. I'll see you," I spat, leaving her with the man, slamming the door behind me. Sliding down the door, I pulled out my phone.


"Harry? I, uh... Eleanor..." my voice wobbled, eventually leading to sobbing.

"I'll be right there, Lou."

Throwing my phone across the pathway, I brought my knees to my chest, burying my face in my hands, letting the tears fall freely.


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