Senior Year with Eleanor

Ingrid has been best friends with Eleanor since their first year at University of Manchester. Through their years of friendship Eleanor has been dating Louis and Ingrid has been on and off with Niall. However, during their final year at Uni, Ingrid finds herself more and more attracted to Louis-even to the point of breaking her best friends heart.


2. Unpacked but Unsettled

It's been a week since I've moved back in with El; all my clothes were packed away, new sheets were put on my bed, but I still needed to put my favorite photos on the walls. I laid my photos across the floor of my bedroom and began separating them into piles. By the time was done I had three piles: one for friends, one for family and one for miscellaneous photos. 

I began hanging them based on importance, so of course El and I's photos were put up first. Then I moved to family, and finally the random ones. I was hanging the last couple of photos when I realized I had none of Niall. I crinkled my nose in confusion, wouldn't I have put him up after El? I shook my head, it's probably just a mistake, I might have just over looked him. 

I quickly scrambled to my feet, and looked at my giant collage that took up my entire wall. I paced back and forth, examining every single photograph, even squinting at them up close to see if he was hiding in one. Sighing, I pushed my hair back into a ponytail and crossed my arms. I had completely left him out.

"Okay, how can I fix this?" I whispered to myself, bending over to grab the photos of Niall, "Oh shit, these weren't even in a pile." They were off in the corner, no where near my other photos. With them now in my hands, I looked through them. Niall and I on a Ferris wheel, on the beach, at the fair, in the library, kissing, with El and Louis...  

My eyes immediately gravitated to Louis, focusing on his sun kissed skin and his crazy hair from the roller coasters. I couldn't hold back my laugh remembering how upset he was about his hair and refused to take a picture with us until we begged him. I continued to giggle as I found the last open space on the wall and taped the picture up. I took a few steps back to get a proper view. The largest open wall in my room was covered floor to ceiling with photos, creating a cozy atmosphere and personality to the space. I admired my hard work, smiling that it only took three hours this year, a record setting time in comparison to last year's two days. 

"Fuck!" I did it again, Niall's photos were still in my hand, "what is wrong with me today?" I still had a dozen photos of him left, and he would notice if they weren't up. I frantically looked around trying to find a place to put them, until I remembered I bought several frames to store new photos this year. Quickly, I retrieved the frames and filled them with Niall's photos, placing the frames along side my desk and bedside table. 

"There," I said placing the last frame down, "perfect." 

Exhausted from my work, I jumped onto my bed and laid down. Although I was done, I couldn't get over the fact that I had forgotten Niall, my own boyfriend. Maybe it's because I haven't seen him since the beginning of summer, yeah that's probably. I shook my head in agreement, until I realized I replaced a picture of Louis for Niall. Shit, why did I do that? What is wrong with me lately, first with Louis the other day and now this? 

I reached behind my head and snatched my pillow I was laying on, and hugged it, hoping it would give me some comfort. "This is not working!" I groaned, sitting up in my bed, still hugging my pillow. There has to be a reasonable explanation for this, there is no way I am liking Louis. I continued to sit there thinking, hugging the pillow tighter and tighter with each passing thought.

'Oh my gosh, I'm so stupid!" I groaned, shaking my head in disappointment with myself, but happy I came up with an answer. I haven't seen Niall for so long, that it's hard to think of him as a boyfriend, that's why I forgot the photos! And since I'm so lonely, Louis has to be just a mental substitute until I see Niall again! 

I rolled onto my back and kicked my legs in the air with excitement, before leaping off the bed and onto my feet. Leaving my pillow behind, I strutted out of my room with confidence that the way to cure my problems was to see Niall, who was in Mullingar until next week. I can make it, I thought as I began searching the kitchen for a snack. I poured myself a glass of orange juice, and put the carton back into the refrigerator. Smiling, I turned around and walked to the kitchen door, pushing it open with one arm and taking a drink with the other. As I opened the door, I involuntarily spit my drink out of my mouth and onto the floor. Louis was standing in the sitting area extremely wet and naked, changing the channel on the television. The sound of my spit-take must have startled him, because he turned around at first smiling and then in horror, realizing I could see all of him, and I mean all of him. 

"Ahh! What are you doing here!" Louis screamed, snatching a pillow off the sofa to cover himself. 

"I.. uhhh... I..." I stuttered too confused to speak, "Wait! What are you doing here! This is my apartment!" Although confused, there was no way I was letting him win this fight, I was a future lawyer for crying out loud.

"My showers broken and El said I could use hers!" He yelled, gathering more and more pillows to cover himself.

"And you thought it was okay to walk around naked?!"

"I didn't know anyone was home! El said she wasn't going to be here, and I didn't hear anyone when I came in!"

"That's because I was in my room you twat!"

"Ahhh!" Louis yelled, throwing a pillow at me. 

"Hey! What was that for?" I screamed, dodging his throw.

"I'm sorry! Can you get out though so I can walk back to the bathroom?" Louis half yelled, half asked politely. I suddenly realized the awkwardness of this situation and looked at my toes. 

"Umm yeah, I'll go back to my room," I awkwardly mumbled loud enough for him to hear. I turned and ran a few steps to my door.

"Oh and Louis?" I said, turning around only to see his naked ass again. Oh shit. 

Louis noticing I was looking again, turned around quickly. "WHAT?" He screamed doing the best to cover himself.

"I'm really sorry!" I yelled, at him. He just looked at me, and I realized I was staring again. "And sorry for that too!" I quickly turned around and slammed my bedroom door behind me. I could hear him laugh, and walk to the bathroom. Taking a deep sigh, I slid down the length of my door until I was sitting on the floor, orange juice in hand. I looked at the pictures on the wall and the pictures of Niall in frames, taking deep breathes. Well, I'm not so sure how my plan to stop thinking about Louis is going to work if all I can think about is him naked. I took a sip of my orange juice and sighed.

"This would be harder than I thought," I moaned, wishing I had my pillow to scream into.  


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