What I Like About You

The last thing Eleanor (Elle) Darling thought, would be that she would fall for the cashier at AEO. Although she keeps convincing herself that this isn't a crush, she just can't stop thinking about Luke. But when he suddenly asks for her number, she starts to convince herself that they might be a future couple, but Elle isn't sure that this will all end well... Rosalyn (Rosie) Mancini has the best boyfriend ever, Spencer. He's loving, caring, funny... But when Ashton, Luke's band mate, comes into her life, she realizes that Spencer can't be the one. She grows feelings for Ashton but doesn't have the heart to break up with Spencer. Who will she choose and what will she do? (This story takes place before 5sos are famous)


15. Chapter 14

Hey guys! Is anyone still reading? I've felt like everyone's kinda disappeared :( I would be cool if you guys could let me know how you feel about this book, that way I know if I should continue it or what you guys want to see happen... Thanks!

Oh and I know these haven't been the most eventful chapters, but it will get better, I promise!

- E


Luke's pov

After about 15 minutes, I get to Rosie's place and by that time I'm completely out of breath. I sit on the sidewalk in front of her house while I get my breath back.

Finally, I'm able to inhale and exhale at a more normal rate, and jog over to her front door. I ring the doorbell and hear, "Coming!"

"Hi," a women says sweetly. I'm assuming she's Rosie's mom.

"Hi," I say. "Um, I need to talk to Rosie, like now."

"Sure, honey, I'll go get her." With that, she walked off and I minute later Rosie came to the door.

"Hey, Luke," she says casually. How could she be so calm when her friend is crying her brains out in her room?

"Hey, uh, I need to talk to you." She nods and steps outside, leading me to a bench in her front yard. She tells me to continue and I do. "Have to talked to Elle lately?" I asked her.

Her eyes scrunched together and she said, "Yeah, uh, yesterday. Why?"

"Have you checked your phone lately?"

"No. It died."

"Are you and Elle fighting?"

She gave me a face that basically said what the, but then said, "No, of course not. Are you going to tell me the point of all this or continue to interview me?" She had an annoyed edge to her voice now. Okay, well she's obviously not caught up on the current events.

"I'll tell you part of it, but otherwise I think you might want to check your phone or call Elle," I told her. "So basically Elle's been in her room for the last like 24 hours crying her head off and she won't tell me why except that she thinks I've lied to her and she doesn't want to see me. I'm confused and mad and nervous and everything is so fucked up right now." My voice slowly started to rise and fill with emotion and anger.

I looked over at Rosie and found her eyes filled with worry and covering over with tears. She didn't say anything else, but run into her house.

I didn't know what to do with myself anymore, so I just sat there and waited to see if Rosie would come back out.

Rosie's pov

What the fuck happened to Elle? I sprint inside and up to my room to find my phone fully charged from sitting there all day.

I rip it out of the charger and sink onto my bed finding that there was 16 texts and 8 missed calls from Elle. As quickly as I could I open up my phone, reading through the texts.

Elle :D: heyyyyy how was the date last night?

Elle :D: all go well? I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED

Elle :D: helllllooooo

Elle :D: text me when you can.... Is all okay?

Elle :D: you're freaking me out, I'm assuming your happy and good, contact me in some way when you can :)

Elle :D: help I'm dying, my heart broke

Elle :D: Rosie? I need you

Elle :D: this is worse than any other heart break

Elle :D: I need you to help me please, where are you? I've been crying for hours

Elle :D: I'm lonely and depressed can you come over?

Elle :D: Rosie?

Elle :D: help

Elle :D: help me

Elle :D: please Rosie

Elle :D: I don't know what to do

Elle :D: I'm dying and I don't know if I will come out okay

My heart beat was rapid and I could feel my hands start to shake. Elle's last message came almost 24 hours ago. What kind of best friend am I? I'm here having fun with my family, while Elle's in her apartment, crying and depressed.

Next thing I know, I'm running out if my house and down the sidewalk to Elle apartment. If I sprint the whole way, I should be able to make it there in ten minutes.

When I came down the drive way, I glanced at the bench and Luke was still there, until he saw me running. I can hear him sprinting behind me, but I don't dare talk to him.

He's probably the reason why Elle is crashing down. If I wasn't rushing to get to her I'd probably punch him and I can feel my blood boiling right now.

I scramble into the apartment complex and run into the elevator before it closes right behind me, leaving Luke there.

It's what he deserves, I thought.

I, surprisingly, wasn't out of breath, due to the adrenaline pumping through my veins at the moment. She was only in the fifth floor, but the stupid elevator moves slower than a snail.

Finally, the doors open and I burst out of them, running down the hall to her door.

"Elle!" I yell. "Let me in!" My fist is banging against the door and I forgot my key to this place at home. There was no noise coming from inside and she wouldn't come open it up.

After a few more minutes of banging on the door, Luke comes flying down the hall.

"Don't even try to come and help her," I growl.

"What?" He asks, clearly confused.

"You hurt her and... and..." My voice trailed off, anxiety growing in me as she refused to opened the door.


Luke's phone rang and he grabbed it out if his pocket, frantically checking the message. His voice was low and had a sign of relief to it. "Ash just texted me, she's with them at his house."

I sighed out, knowing now that there was someone at least with her.

Then, I jogged down the hall and headed to Ashton's house, nothing could stop me from getting to my best friend.

Elle's pov

A yawn escapes my mouth and I'm filled with terror as I look around. Where am I? I don't remember leaving my house at all.

Just then, Calum walks out of the kitchen and smiles gently. "Hey sleepy head? How're you feeling?"

Then realization hit me. I'm at Ashton's house because... Luke. My head is pounding furiously and I feel dehydrated.

I just shrug as a response to Cal and shakily get up from the couch. "Do you have any Advil?" My voice comes out like gravel, rough, from all the crying. Calum pulls me into a hug, then leads me into the kitchen and gives my the pain killers.

After drinking a few glasses of water, I sit at the table and rest my head on the cool surface.

"I'm sorry," Cal whispers.

"Y-you shouldn't be sorry. It's not like we were even a couple, it's just I've never had so many feelings for someone."

"He loves you, you know. I'm not even sure why you're so mad at him, but believe me, he won't shut up about you."

My heart was physically aching and I felt so weak. I haven't ate in more than a day and that wasn't probably good for my health, but I can't eat. I just can't. Of course, my stomach started to grumble though, because I haven't put any food in my stomach.

"You hungry?" Cal was already standing pulling out some cereal.

"No thanks," I refuse. My stomach may be saying its hungry, but I'm honestly not. I don't even think that I could force any food down my throat.

"When was the last time you ate?" He then questioned. It's like he's inside my head.

I just shook my head. "Elle." His voice was stern.

"I don't know... Over a day ago," I mumbled into my arm. I knew he wasn't going to give this up. He then shoved a bowl full of cereal in my face. I just pushed it away.

Thankfully, the doorbell rang then, disrupting Calum from trying to get me to eat. He goes over to the door and I trudge back over to the couch.


She comes marching into the lounge room and sits on the couch with me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"I'm sooo sorry," she whispers. I just shake my head, the feeling of tears coming back.

My jaw clenched and my eyes scrunched shut. I was trying my best not to cry, but it was impossible. After getting water back into my system, I was able to cry.

Quietly, I started to cry. And those tears turned into a sob. My breathing was hitched and I was kind of shaking.

"You'll get through this, we'll get through this together. We won't let a boy destroy you." Rosie was comforting me while I hugged her.

About five minutes passed and I finally controlled myself. Rosie finally got a good look at me and sighed. "Gosh, you're a mess," she commented. A half smile appeared on my face. This is a start.

"We're going back to your place, now. Unless you want to come to mine, but we're not staying here." Rosie dragged me off the couch as she said this.

Calum then came walking into the room. "Luke wants to see you, but is told him only if you wanted to see him."

"This is going to sound ridiculous, but I'll see him. I won't be able to talk because the thought of him is suffocating me at the moment, but I need to see him."

Calum and Rosie both smiled at me like a was a child before we stepped over to the front door. My heart was racing already and tears pricked at my eyes, but this time I refused for them to fall.

I was unable to breath when I saw him standing there. His beautiful blue eyes were clouded with so many emotions and he looked like he was trying not to cry at the sight of me.

I wish that I had the courage to stand there and talk to him or just show him somehow that he was destroying me. I was hoping that maybe my disgusting appearance would show him how much I'm actually hurting. I hoped that maybe, the sight of me would cause him at least a fraction of the amount if pain he's inflicting on me.

And I could swear I saw a flash of pain fly across his eyes as he saw me walk away.

Luke's pov

Her eyes were red and swollen.

Tears stained her adorable face.

Her hair looked unbrushed.

I could see her body shaking as she saw me.

She looked thinner then from when I've seen her last.

She looked hollow on the inside.

Then her eyes met mine.

Hatred, love, pain, hurt, so many emotions filled them.

The sight of her looking like this made my heart ache.

I miss seeing her smile.

I miss her lively eyes.

I miss everything about her.

I love her.

Even if she doesn't love me back.

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