#paulympics

Louis picked up a salmon and white striped shirt, and held it up against himself. “Do you think Harry would like this?” Eleanor smiled.

“Probably. So, how’s it going with you two?” Louis gave her a small, smug grin but didn’t say a word. El pestered on.

“C’mon, spill it Lou!”  he giggled.

“Okay. But you SWEAR you cant tell anyone.” He held out his pinkie, and el linked her pinkie with his, sealing the promise.

“Okay. He bought me a promise ring!” Eleanor and Louis squealed and started jumping up and down.

“LET ME SEE IT!” Louis flashed her his hand. “Like, omg, my heart stopped El. I swear, he is so romantic.” She had a dreamy look on her face.

“I wish I had a guy like that.” Louis gave her a sassy look.

“Look at the size of your thighs. Now you know why you don’t have a boyfriend.” El gasped, and checked out her thighs in the nearest mirror. They looked slimmer than usual, and her pant were tight, but they were NOT fat… she turned towards Louis but he was already at the checkout counter. She ran over and huffed.

“Your so mean.” He flashed her a sugar coated grin, and stifled his laughter. She pouted.

“Can we go to Starbucks after this?” Louis rolled his eyes at her.

“Honey, you could do without a few of those. Their going straight to your ass.” She frowned. There was no arguing with the sass-master. After the purchase they drove over to Eleanor’s place to drop her off. El had nothing planned, so she invited Louis inside.

“I’m in need of a bubble bath, my stress level is over the top.” She grabbed her bath bomb and undressed. Louis walked in on her naked and frowned.

“Your ass if fat.” She threw the bath bomb at him, and he swatted it away with a grin. She stepped into the soapy water, and Louis sat down crossed-legged at the side of the tub. Eleanor inspected her nails. They looked like shit. She battered her eyelashes at Louis, and he narrowed his eyes at her.

“What do you want bitch.” She gave his the best smile she could muster.

“Be a doll and paint my nails for me?” Louis rolled his eyes and grabbed purple passion from the basket.  He grabbed her hand and gasped.

“What the hell happened to your cuticles? Jesus, you’re such a basic bitch. Thank god this color matches your skin tone perfectly.” He started painting her nails with perfect pristine strokes. It was very relaxing. El sighed.

“Louis, am I actually fat?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes.” She pouted, but didn’t dare argue. After she got out of the tub and her nails dried, she walked in on Louis sorting through her clothes.

“What are you doing?” his eyes glittered with mischief.

“Let’s totally do a dress up fashion show!” el giggled and squealed.

“Let’s do it!” so Louis started organizing outfits and el started trying them on. Louis glanced at her and scowled.

“Shit el, put yourself together. Your hair looks like a rats nest, or like Harry’s after we have sex. Go brush it out of something. Geez.” Eleanor threw a pillow at him and he gasped.

“Girl, oh no you didn’t.” they started having a wild, massive pillow fight. Louis giggled as he wacked el in the stomach. They fell onto the bed laughing. Eleanor looked over at him and smiled.

“Lou, you’re the best friend a girl can have.”

Louis turned his head towards her, and smiled back. He grabbed her hand and squeezed.