My hair had been blow dried and curled loosely, a black, silver studded bodycon dress had been pulled over my body, black suede platform pumps had been slipped onto my feet and a trench coat pulled up my arms and onto my shoulders, tied in the front instead of being buckled. I gripped my clutch from the bed side table, slipping my phone into it before checking my hair one last time, Louis appear from the bathroom in a dress shirt and everyday trousers, gripping my hips from behind as I stand in front of the mirror.
“You look beautiful.” He tells me, looking my reflection up and down; I tilt my head to the side observing myself as Louis watches me do so.
“Something’s missing.” I say and Louis watches me, I raise my left hand, “Something very pretty that goes right there.” I point to my ring finger and he smiles kissing my check.
“Soon baby.” he murmurs gripping the hand stretched out in front of me and twisting me around to face him, he brushes his finger over the spot at the base of my ring finger before he gets down on one knee and I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. “I know I haven’t got the ring yet and I will stop at nothing until I have the perfect one for the perfect woman, though when I do get the perfect one that will never shine as bright as you, I will do this again but until then.” He looks up at me the smile on my face forever staying, “Ellen Aprils, will you marry me?” even though he knows the answer I want to say it again but as I am about to open my mouth and speck the door swings open.
“What is this?” an astonished voice says and Louis and I turn our heads as one to see Sophia and Niall standing in the door way, eyes wide and lips parted, Louis gets to his feet and stands beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Were you…” Niall looks from Louis to me and back again.
“Well should we get going?” I say after a moment of stunned silence, flicking my hair back off my shoulder and taking Louis’ hand, we brush past the two still shocked people and walk down the hall as we do I head Niall murmur something to Sophia and soon we are all heading down in the elevator. On the car journey to the club there were a lot of whispered words amongst the group ending with a few eyes glancing at Louis and I.
“Should we confirm it with them?” Louis whispered to me and I shrugged.
“Maybe later.” I grip his hand and intertwine our fingers, “it’s kind of fun.” He shakes his head and kisses my temple.
A few hours past and it was getting close to one in the morning, the boys were up in the VIP area while the girls and I took to the dance floor, each of us with a drink in hour hands, in a small group talking as we go, nothing about what happen in mine and Louis’ room has been a subject of convocation but I’m sure it won’t long until the girls bring it up.
“So” Sophia starts, her voice loud to be heard over the music, “We are all thinking about what ever happened back at the hotel, why don’t we talk about it.” A smile twists on my lips, right on cue.
“What about it?” I take a sip of my drink looking her in the eye; she and Perrie share a look.
“Was he proposing?” Perrie asked me, her eyes never leaving my face, obviously looking for a reaction.
“He asked me to marry him, yes.” I nod turning my body sightly to look up at the VIP area, I can’t see the boys but I know for a fact they would be questioning Louis as well.
“And what did you say.” I turn back to see the girls impatiently waiting.
“Yes, obviously.” The two girls smile, and I notice their eyes drift to my hand for the hundredth time tonight. “His getting me a ring later, it wasn’t really a planned thing.” I inform and they meet my eyes again and smile.
“Well congratulations.” Perrie says cheerfully rising her drink, Sophia follows congratulating me also and I raise my drink to tap both of theirs, we take a sip before the girls decide It was time to go back up to the boys. When we get back up there we take our seats back where we were a while before, all the boys in the same place but Louis. I pick up my phone from the table checking the time before sitting it down beside my drink, Harry and Niall where talking while the girls made their own convocations with their boyfriends, I lean over to Niall taping his arm to get his attention.
“Where’s Louis?” I ask over the thump of the music.
“The bar.” He says and I turn, this side of the bar was empty apart from an older man talking to the bar tender, I stand after thanking him and walk towards the opening leading to the back of the VIP area, when I turn the corner I stop in my tracks Louis is standing against the bar a blonde in a bright pink dress stands in front of him, his hand in hers before I know it she was kissing him but Louis didn’t pull away or attempt to, he cupped the nape of her neck kissing her harder. I felt like everything I had drank in the past few hours was about to come back up, I felt as if the walls were caving in and I was becoming claustrophobic, the amount of air in the club not enough to fill my lungs. I noticed a moment too late Louis was looking at me, I turned and almost ran for the table, grabbing my phone, clutch and coat, I left the girls questions hanging and made my way down the stairs, my name being called by Louis faded away as I made my way through the crowded club and out the door. As soon as I got out I took in a large gulp of air finally filling my lunges I made a brake for it pulling my trench up my arms and onto my shoulders as I did so, as I tied the two straps together in the front I stepped out from under the shelter, now jogging though the rain I crossed the road, heading down the unsheltered path way and around the corner. I was sure flashing cameras got pictures of me as I left the club but I picked to push it to the back of my mind, I shock water from my coat, shaking my fingers though my damp curly hair and leaning back against the brick wall, my hands in my pockets and my head back, taking in deep breaths, my fingers whipping hot tears from my cheeks. I felt like a wimp for crying, a coward for running, I should have countered him, I should have listened to his side of the story, I look down at me hand, my phone buzzing in it, I slide my finger across the screen and place it to my ear.
“Ellen?” Louis’ voice rings out and I slide down the wall until I’m almost sitting, my phone held to my ear and my other hand holding my hair off my face, “Baby, are you there? Where are you?”
“Why?” my voice is shaky and his breath hitches, “You asked me to marry you earlier tonight and I see you kissing another girl. I just want to know why.”
“I…” he can’t get it out, I wait a moment longer before specking.
“Don’t call me again tonight.” I say and he starts to say something but I hang up, I turn at the sound of footsteps and see Paul ruffling his hands though his hair to rid it of rain, I stand and turn to him.
“Would you like to go back to the hotel now?” he asked me knowingly and I nod, drying my eyes again and he smiles at me sympathetically, I walk towards him and we go side by side back into the rain, we head down a street one over from the club and there is two black vans waiting, the two we had arrived in earlier tonight, Paul opens the door and I get in before he closes it and a moment later the car is moving, going back towards the hotel.
Once I arrive at the hotel I grab PJs and my laptop and work before I go into the last room down the hall, the one I was told I could use for the time being, I sit down on the bed after locking the door and pull my heels off, dropping them on the floor without a care in the world and standing to unzip the back of my dress, I pull it over my head and throw it on the floor, slipping into the PJ pants and shirt I head into the bathroom to bush my teeth. After I was finished in the bathroom I sat up at the small table by the window typing out the hand written words on the paper beside me, the next time I check the time it’s almost three in the morning and the racket of everyone getting back had stated, I never once heard Louis’ voice and I wondered if he had passed out along with Niall, there’s a gentle tap at the door and I look towards it thinking it might have opened but It never did, the tap sounded again.
“Ellen, it’s me. Open up.” Sophia’s soft voice sounded and I thought about getting up to open it but I didn’t feel like crying any longer, so I just sit there, I heard her sigh and the tap of her heels walking down the hall, I decided just to go to bed, so I shut down my laptop and got into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin and falling asleep.