Look After You
Missing Her
*Louis’s POV*
Laughter shook the walls as the boys and I shared one final joke before deciding to leave the pub. I was throwing on my jacket as Harry and I walked together to the door. Liam left early already, zonked and wanting to sleep. Zayn was talking to Niall still, getting ready to leave him to go to his girlfriend. I was pretty sure Niall was going to stay. He was a pretty heavy drinker. You gotta love the blood of an Irishman.
“I’ll see you around, mate.” Harry said, clapping me on the shoulder.
I waved as we split off at the entrance. Harry brought his Range Rover to drive home in, but I was stuck on my feet. He offered to take me home, but I was fine walking. He honked as he drove by and I waved, smiling a little. I felt a small sense of relief hit me as he drove away. It’s been well over a year since my life has taken its turn. I wondered when I’d get used to it.
The streets were pretty dark and there was nobody out walking from where I was. It was early January, actually Zayn’s birthday to be exact. He was twenty-two now. I haven’t seen the lads since we got back from our Where We Are world tour. We’ve been away from home for eight months because of that and we wanted to spend time with our girlfriends and family.
Well, it was family for me. Eleanor and I pretty much broke it off right before the Where We Are tour eight months ago. I felt kind of guilty for it though, but relieved at the same time. Ever since I came back during the TMH tour, the moment I felt Eleanor in my arms, it just didn’t feel the same. I knew my feelings were changing then, but I never knew how bad it would get. When I saw Cat on that plane, I thought she would come back with me, and I was so excited for that, but reality hit me the moment I got off that plane. She disappeared out of my sight, and I haven’t talked nor seen her since.
So basically, my feelings were Cat were spreading and the love I had for Eleanor was disappearing. I don’t know why I dragged it on as long as I did, I guess I just wanted to keep my ‘normal’ life... normal. Eleanor was a part of that. But now she wasn’t. I hated getting into detail about my love life, so I’ll just leave it as what I said before.
Yep, as Niall would say: I’m single as a Pringle.
I sighed, letting the cold seep into my clothes. I watched as my breath fogged up the night, the street lights making it glow. I stopped at a crosswalk and looked up at the sky, letting the intoxication of tonight’s alcohol settle into my bones. I think my loneliness was starting to get to me. I could be like Harry and hook up with random girls, but that didn’t feel right. Plus, no way could I live with myself knowing I had a one night stand with a girl I barely knew.
I saw the little walking man pop up on the sign and I looked both ways before walking. Didn’t know why I bothered. Nobody was out this late at night in this middle of nowhere town. I was almost home either way. Without much thought I drew out my flat keys, sticking it in the key hole and unlocking the door. I shut the door behind me, shrugging my coat off and hanging it up, throwing my keys on the little table next to the coat rack. I placed a hand on the wall, getting my shoes off with the other.
I looked at the door behind me, reaching over to lock it. I stumbled over to the steps, walking up to my bedroom where I stripped from my clothes down to my boxers and climbed in.
It felt weird. Everywhere I went, I would feel her near. Why? I guess after having her in that tour bus for two months with the boys and I, I just got used to her being there. You would think after a year, that feeling would be gone. It’s never left. Has she really left like I always thought?
I snorted to myself. “Shut up, Louis. You always get doubtful when you’re drunk. Face it. She’s gone.”
Laughter shook the walls as the boys and I shared one final joke before deciding to leave the pub. I was throwing on my jacket as Harry and I walked together to the door. Liam left early already, zonked and wanting to sleep. Zayn was talking to Niall still, getting ready to leave him to go to his girlfriend. I was pretty sure Niall was going to stay. He was a pretty heavy drinker. You gotta love the blood of an Irishman.
“I’ll see you around, mate.” Harry said, clapping me on the shoulder.
I waved as we split off at the entrance. Harry brought his Range Rover to drive home in, but I was stuck on my feet. He offered to take me home, but I was fine walking. He honked as he drove by and I waved, smiling a little. I felt a small sense of relief hit me as he drove away. It’s been well over a year since my life has taken its turn. I wondered when I’d get used to it.
The streets were pretty dark and there was nobody out walking from where I was. It was early January, actually Zayn’s birthday to be exact. He was twenty-two now. I haven’t seen the lads since we got back from our Where We Are world tour. We’ve been away from home for eight months because of that and we wanted to spend time with our girlfriends and family.
Well, it was family for me. Eleanor and I pretty much broke it off right before the Where We Are tour eight months ago. I felt kind of guilty for it though, but relieved at the same time. Ever since I came back during the TMH tour, the moment I felt Eleanor in my arms, it just didn’t feel the same. I knew my feelings were changing then, but I never knew how bad it would get. When I saw Cat on that plane, I thought she would come back with me, and I was so excited for that, but reality hit me the moment I got off that plane. She disappeared out of my sight, and I haven’t talked nor seen her since.
So basically, my feelings were Cat were spreading and the love I had for Eleanor was disappearing. I don’t know why I dragged it on as long as I did, I guess I just wanted to keep my ‘normal’ life... normal. Eleanor was a part of that. But now she wasn’t. I hated getting into detail about my love life, so I’ll just leave it as what I said before.
Yep, as Niall would say: I’m single as a Pringle.
I sighed, letting the cold seep into my clothes. I watched as my breath fogged up the night, the street lights making it glow. I stopped at a crosswalk and looked up at the sky, letting the intoxication of tonight’s alcohol settle into my bones. I think my loneliness was starting to get to me. I could be like Harry and hook up with random girls, but that didn’t feel right. Plus, no way could I live with myself knowing I had a one night stand with a girl I barely knew.
I saw the little walking man pop up on the sign and I looked both ways before walking. Didn’t know why I bothered. Nobody was out this late at night in this middle of nowhere town. I was almost home either way. Without much thought I drew out my flat keys, sticking it in the key hole and unlocking the door. I shut the door behind me, shrugging my coat off and hanging it up, throwing my keys on the little table next to the coat rack. I placed a hand on the wall, getting my shoes off with the other.
I looked at the door behind me, reaching over to lock it. I stumbled over to the steps, walking up to my bedroom where I stripped from my clothes down to my boxers and climbed in.
It felt weird. Everywhere I went, I would feel her near. Why? I guess after having her in that tour bus for two months with the boys and I, I just got used to her being there. You would think after a year, that feeling would be gone. It’s never left. Has she really left like I always thought?
I snorted to myself. “Shut up, Louis. You always get doubtful when you’re drunk. Face it. She’s gone.”
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12/2/14