Diamonds are Forever

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Harry

 

Elleanor came back from Niall’s with a small parcel and a horrified yet entertained look on her face. When she closed the door behind her she collapsed to the floor in hysterics.

“What happened?” Louis and I both yelled at the same time,

“Niall,” Elleanor gasped for air, “I caught him having phone sex with Grace!” She spluttered, clutching her stomach in pain once again. Louis and I both stared at each other and then joined Elleanor in her laughing fit. I desperately wanted to post something on twitter about it, but thought better of it. Instead I let Elleanor fall into my arms with laughter.

 

We’d all calmed down eventually and decided to sneak back into Niall’s apartment to see if they were still at it. Elleanor told us that the music was probably so loud because he was trying to stop anyone from hearing the conversation, when all it did was cause him trouble. The music was still going when we pushed open the door, curious as to why Niall hadn’t locked it after the recent episode with Elleanor, and began tiptoeing around. We snuck into his room and heard him in the bathroom so we decided to steal his phone and have a look at what he’d been sending Grace. As Elleanor picked up the phone it vibrated and she gagged in response to it.

“You make me wet Nialler.” We all read it in the same way, imagining Grace saying it very kinkily and we simply couldn’t contain ourselves so we dropped the phone and sprinted out of there as fast as we could. We’d gotten to our front door before we burst out laughing,

“Oh my god!” Squealed Elleanor and pulled out her phone and opened up Grace’s contact in her messages and typed,

“Niall makes you wet. That’s cute, tell him not to leave his phone lying around when he’s in the bathroom wanking hoe bag! Haha it’s okay, I still love you!” Elleanor was in fits, well, to be honest all three of us were and it took a long time to recover.

 

Days passed and before I knew it, Elleanor was packing a suitcase full of shorts and tshirts and festival styles clothes and was driving to the airport. I’d taken her to get her car and she started crying when she saw it. She couldn’t stop shaking and it was adorable. I’d driven home but watched her pulled out onto the high way and turn up the stereo full blast. I knew to get a decent stereo installed because I knew how picky Elleanor was with her music,

“You either have it really loud so it shakes the car, or no music at all.” She’d always say to me, so I took that into context and spent a massive chunk of money on a stereo system she’d fall in love with. She hugged everyone goodbye at the apartments and she and I drove to the airport together. I didn’t want to let her go, but I knew she was desperate to fly out to Sydney to see her two best friends. I waved goodbye and she told me if I totaled her car she’d total me. I laughed, winking,

“That sounds dirty.” She shook her fist in the air grinning as I watched her walk towards her terminal.

 

Elleanor

 

I could literally not keep my excitement in and to my surprise, it was actually nice flying second class for once. Grace and Mazz weren’t on a pop stars salary and the flight, one nights accommodation and the ticket for the party would have cost each of them well over eight hundred dollars. I don’t know how they’d gotten the money, but made sure I’d ask them when I arrived. When I got off the plane, no fans were there to greet me because no one knew I was coming. I kept my head down and my sunnies on as I walked around the airport until I got outside where I hailed a cab and asked him to take me to the hotel we were all staying in. It was a beautiful day and it was good to be back in summer time. The air was thick with humidity and I could feel the small beads of sweat resting on the back of my neck. It was a great relief to be standing in the lobby of the hotel and I soon found myself sitting at the bar drinking a margarita. It was fantastic knowing I could drink legally, it really was. I’d been asked for ID and the girl at the bar recognized my name and said how cool it was to be meeting me. I thanked her and began picking at the salt around the rim of the glass, sipping at the cool drink.

“I like having sex with dolphins and pulling out my dick and waving it around” Someone’s lips brushed my ear and that familiar voice put the biggest grin on my face,

“Grace, you slut.” I spun around on my bar stool and pulled her into my arms, “seriously, phone sex?” I mumbled and she just winked. She pulled out her fake ID and ordered a martini. To be honest, I thought it was really risky for Grace to have a fake ID when it was pretty easy to google her and her information would be all over the computer screen, but the girl didn’t question it and handed Grace the drink. We were just chatting away when I felt some ones hand slide under my bum and I suppressed a squeal and shot up in my seat. I put my glass down and yanked Mazz into my arms, fighting the tears.

 

We sorted out our room and put our bags up and then decided to have a wander around the city. Grace and I kept hats and sunglasses on the whole time in the hopes to avoid any unwanted attention whilst Mazz just found it hilarious. I’d picked up a few things and Mazz bought a copy of my book. It was crazy, we wandered in and there were massive cardboard cutouts of the main character and photos of me all pinned up in a corner. It was so strange seeing my book being sold in a chain book shop like Borders. I asked Mazz for a favor and sent her up to the counter,

“Hi I was wondering, how many copies have you sold of “Blood in the Mirror?” She asked politely,

“Wow, oh my god, we’ve had to get to get six shipments in of one hundred and fifty books in the past three weeks.” My mouth fell open as I heard the numbers and Mazz swore violently, “I know, crazy right? That’s just in this store too.” Mazz thanked the store clerk and we left hastily,

“Oh my god, that’s fucking insane!” Laughed Grace and I nodded, speechless.

 

That night I’d treated Mazz and Grace to room service and we sat in our room eating chocolate cake for dinner and watching sad movies that had us all in a state of hysterical crying. The next day was the day of the party and we were catching a flight back to Brisbane at seven that morning, meaning none of us expected to be going to bed. We spent the day sleeping and didn’t get out of bed until three thirty when we decided to get ready. I’d put on my rainbow tie-dye studded shorts that were frayed at the bottoms and a blue crop shirt with flowers stitched on it. We wanted to dress colourful so we’d also bought about $50 worth of glow sticks and when it turned dark, we covered our ankles, wrists and necks with glow sticks and to be honest, we looked awesome. We were bouncing around with excitement as we drove up to the street it was being held in and saw the enormous candy cane gates where everyone was lined up. We had VIP tickets so we managed to jump the massive crowds and lines and head straight in. It was absolutely incredible. There were people walking around on massive stilts waving colouful ribbons in the air, and there was loud club music shaking around us. It was the most amazing thing any of us had ever seen. We got our wrist bands meaning we got free drinks for the whole night as well as backstage access to everything and made our way around.

 

Quite a few people were recognizing me and I checked my twitter just for interest and saw heaps of people commenting about how I supported gay rights and stuff because I was attending the Mardi Gras party. There were also negative comments about how I was being a bad influence and then I wondered, who exactly to? My book was for people aged fifteen and over, it was pretty gory and the language wasn’t fantastic, so how exactly was I being a bad influence? I ignored it all and we squeezed our way into a club with epic laser lights and then found another where it was entirely black and before you entered a guy at the door drew designs on your skin with glow in the dark paint. Everywhere Grace and I went, people were taking pictures of us and it was beginning to put me off. I knew Harry would be pissed when he saw a buff, hot, half naked guy running his hands all over his girlfriend and I’d just have to remind him that he was one hundred and fifty percent camp. It was so awesome, everywhere we went there was a different club with a whole different feel and it was absolutely incredible. We’d ended up splitting up and I was dancing in a crowd of strangers when I realised someone was tugging at my arm and looked over to see the paint guy,

“Hey!” He yelled out, but it was barely audible over the heavy bass of the music.

“Hi!” I grinned back, “Want to dance?” He laughed, nodding and we began dancing. Dancing in a club really wasn’t as innocent as dancing at the blue light discos. Everyone was riding everyone else like a pole and it was all very sexual. I found out the gay paint guys name was Eric and after some heavy dancing I said I needed some air and he led me outside. We each had a drink in our hand and were just walking around talking when he asked if I had a boyfriend,

“I do,” I said, surprised he didn’t recognise me,

“Who?”

“Uhm, he’s in a band,” I mumbled, taking a sip from my bottle,
“Gay.” He laughed and I scoffed,

“Hypocrite!” He stopped, staring at me,

“I’m not gay, Elleanor.” My mouth fell open and he roared with laughter, “ouch! I just did this because it meant I got in free and it’s good money.” I felt so stupid and my cheeks began to burn crimson, “Aww, it’s okay.” Eric hung his arm around my shoulder loosely,

“But you’re so…”

“Tank, sexy, desirable?” He winked and I nodded,

“Basically!”

“And your boyfriend isn’t?” Oh my, if only Eric knew.
“My boy is wanted by millions of girls worldwide and is an absolute tiger in bed. He is every bit desirable.” Eric laughed wholly,

“Who is he?”

“Do you honestly not know who I am?” Eric shook his head,

“Should I?”

“Well if you have any interest in the reading world, then yes.”

“I love books, I write poetry actually.”

“Ever heard of an author called Elleanor O’Connell?” He stopped and stared at me, eyes wide, mouth gaping,

“Holy fuck. I had no idea! The light and oh my god! So you’re dating that One Direction faggy boy!” He laughed and I hit him over the arm playfully,

“You are surrounded by faggy boys, I thought you were a faggy boy! Don’t be so cynical Eric!” Eric shook his head grinning and we found ourselves in another club.

 

We soon found Mazz and Eric took a liking to my skinny, blonde friend but she wasn’t interested at all.

“She’s totally a lesbian.” Mumbled Eric as he waved goodbye and I laughed, nodding,

“Probably.” Mazz and I went into a club that was decorated like we were in the little mermaid and it was the coolest thing ever. We danced until our poor little feet couldn’t take anymore and when we stepped outside we could see the sun beginning to rise. We wandered around looking for food and found comfort in a hotdog stand. We bought two with all the toppings and basically inhaled them as we wandered around.

“Guys!” We spun around and saw Grace running after us. She looked a little bit merrier than Mazz or I and we laughed at our tipsy friend. We looped our arms around her waist and we found ourselves in a quiet little bar having breakfast and drinking cocktails from coconut shells at four in the morning. We then attempted to sober up. We weren’t drunk or anything, but we were defiantly a little tipsy and were nervous about going to the airport. We were covered in paint from one of the clubs, as well as the white glow paint and had overall about fifty glow bands on each of us. When we did arrive at the airport we were all dead. We were absolutely exhausted and I really wished I had first class seating right now so I could close myself off in my own little cabin and fall asleep for the two hour flight.

 

When we landed I was horrified to see how many people recognized us at the airport and to be honest, I wasn’t looking my finest. We caught a cab to our separate homes and I hugged goodbye Mazz and Grace, thanking them for such an awesome time and said I’d see them both before I left.

 

Harry

 

I didn’t mean to be suspicious, but I was. I stalked twitter and tumblr checking all the photos and seeing plenty of Elleanor. She looked like she was having a fantastic time and there was a photo of her surrounded by a bunch of drag queens covered in glow paint. I laughed at the photos but began to feel uneasy when I found out Zayn was going away for a few days. When we asked him what for, he gave us vague details. Instantly my brain began ticking away, adding up clues that weren’t even there. Zayn was going away at the same time as Elleanor, not suspicious to any normal person, but of course it terrified me.

 

I’d gone in search of Louis to ask him to help me get over this stupid idea and had opened the door of his bedroom and cursed wildly. Eleanor was bent over Louis’ nether regions with Louis lying back on his bed with a very relaxed and appreciative look on his face. When I spoke Louis’ eyes shot open and Eleanor buried her face under the mass of pillows.

“Well, this is my payback.” I laughed cruelly and Louis tucked himself away and pulled up the zipper on his jeans.

“I fucking hate you.” Louis groaned,

“Sorry, I’ll leave you be to finish him off Eleanor.”

“Fuck you, Styles.” She groaned from underneath the massive piles of pillow and I tilted my head back laughing and turned around, completely forgetting why I went to see Louis anyway.

 

Elleanor

 

Mum knew I was coming home, but dad didn’t so when I knocked on the front door and he saw me standing there he began yelling and cheering. He slammed the screen door open and pulled me into his arms. It was quite an emotional affair and we sat on the sofa talking about everything that’d happened and what was the next move with my book.

“I think I’ll be coming back to Australia again soon to do signings and stuff, when we were in Sydney, Mazz asked the guy at borders how many copies,”

“What? When were you in Sydney with Mazz?”

“Mazz and Grace bought me tickets to the Mardi Gras party! I told you I’d end up going.” I winked and my dad mumbled uncomfortably, “I’m eighteen, suck it up princess!” I laughed, poking him in the stomach,

“Oh! That reminds me! I don’t know where your mother had hidden it but we’ve got your present here. How was your birthday?” I sat back on the sofa,

“Oh my god! It was fantastic! The boys bought me the new Mac!”

“The bonus’ of having rich friends.” My dad laughed and I laughed with him,

“Except now I’m that rich friend! Holy crap, and guess what Harry got me!”

“What?” Dad was grinning and I pulled out my phone, searching through the photos,

“This!” I showed him the picture Harry took of me, poking my head out the window of my car on the first day I got it; I named her Boo. My dad’s mouth fell open,

“That’s beautiful! Its exactly the right colour and,”

“I know! It’s so perfect, and the interior is all cream leather and it’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“This boy is spoiling you rotten,” We heard loud thudding as Tom was getting up and I knew dad was going to say something about ‘I hope your not putting out’ but I’d leapt up and sprinted into the kitchen,

“Hi Tom.” I grinned and he smilled enormously and pulled me into a massive hug,

“Holy shit, I can’t believe this. Do you know how much cat I pull just by telling girls my sister is dating Harry Styles and I regularly talk to him?” I rolled my eyes,

“You’re a slut. And you don’t regularly talk to him you liar,” His eyes grew serious,

“Yes I do.”

“What?”

“I talk to all of them at least three times a week for a solid hour on Skype.” My mouth fell open,

“God, no one tells me anything!” I sulked. Tom and I sat down I told him all about the tour and moving in with Harry and Louis and then of course about my book and Cambridge. We talked for ages but then excused myself because I was absolutely exhausted. I was going over to Maddy’s the following day to see all of my friends and I needed my sleep. No one knew I was coming except Mazz, she’d gotten Maddy to organize it because it was a weekend they were all free and Mazz didn’t let slip to anyone I was going to be there. I was pretty nervous because I didn’t know how they’d treat me now. I collapsed onto my familiar bed and groaned. It was so god damn uncomfortable after sleeping in such an incredible bed for weeks. My bed was like sleeping on concrete compared to Harry’s masterpiece of a bed. Despite it’s firmness I fell asleep almost instantly and didn’t wake up until mum came in telling me it was time for dinner. It was good to be spending time with my family because they didn’t treat me any differently. Mum still got pissed at me when she found I hadn’t put my dinner plate in the dishwasher, and Tom was still a sarcastic prick whenever I did something stupid. It was fantastic.

 

When Mazz picked me up the next day to take me to Maddy’s I was almost shitting my pants and when I stepped out of the car and walked up her driveway I was shaking badly. We were late because Mazz wanted to arrive when everybody was there so when I stepped through the house we could see everyone outside. Jade was the first one to spot us and she did a double take and screamed. It was crazy, everyone came running up pulling me this way and that for hugs and it was one of the best days of my life, undoubtedly. It was sad when I had to say goodbye to everyone because I was leaving the very next day. I had to pack up my bags and it was horrible saying good bye to my mum and dad but before I left mum handed me two little jewelry boxes.

“We couldn’t afford much but, I know you’ve always wanted these,” I tilted my head to the side and opened the first, smaller box. Inside were a beautiful pair of pearl earrings. I had big fake ones I found in an OP shop but I’d always dreamt of having a real pair. In the other box was a classic, Audrey Hepburn style pearl necklace and it hung beautifully against my collar bones.

 

Harry

 

Elleanor wasn’t coming straight back when she left Australia, she was going to visit a cousin or something and I couldn’t help but be suspicious when she was returning the same day as Zayn. It was stupid, the reasons didn’t even match up but I couldn’t help feeling this way. I couldn’t wait for her to come back, I wanted to hear all about the party and her trip and everything, I couldn’t wait to hold her in my arms again.

 

She’d texted me telling me she was on her way home from her cousin’s and would be at the apartment in time for dinner. It unnerved me horribly when I got a text from Zayn only minutes later explaining he’d be home for dinner as well an I felt my stomach tighten. No, Zayn wouldn’t go on a secret holiday with Elleanor, that was absolutely impossible; but was it really?

 

When she stepped though the door, dropping her bags and came running at me full speed, I couldn’t push the idea of her and Zayn together, out of my mind. She leapt up, wrapping her legs around me, kissing me passionately whilst my hands cupped around her lower back. Grinning, she pulled away, clearly unsuspecting anything was wrong. She took her suitcase into our room, leaving her satchel and phone on the kitchen counter; I turned to Louis who was sitting watching TV,

“I think she slept with Zayn.” Louis eyes shot open and he cursed under his breath,

“Harry, what the fuck makes you say that?”

“Well they both went away the same time, and came back the same time, also, wherever the were in the UK they were both keeping a pretty damn low profile.”

“So you think they slipped away together?” I nodded and Louis just shook his head, “get over yourself Harry.” I shook my head and heard a phone vibrating. I thought it was mine so I looked all over for it and realised it was Elleanor’s. I picked up the phone and felt my whole body begin to shake. I threw the phone to Louis,

“Get over myself, hey?” I mumbled, unable to breathe. Louis stared down at it, his mouth wide and his eyes horrified by what he’d just seen. I felt the tears pouring from my eyes and my heart begin to slam a ragging beat inside my chest.

“Holy fuck, Harry.” Louis eyes had grown shiny and when Elleanor came skipping out of the room grinning we both glared at her, disgusted. She stopped mid skip and stared at us, terrified.

“What…What did I do?” She sounded like a small child and if this had have been any other day I would have kissed her due to her cuteness, but now I felt like stabbing a knife through her. I felt like an idiot, how long had this been going on behind my back? Louis threw her the phone and she caught it skillfully and she read the text,

Zayne Malik: oh my god thank you so much for this weekend, it was amazing. I love you so much and can’t wait to do it again babe ;) xoxx

Elleanor began shaking her head wildly,

“How could you!” I screamed and her face grew pail,

“Harry no listen to,”

“No! You listen to me! How long have you been whoring behind my back with my best friend? Telling me over and over again that you were ‘just friends’, telling me that you loved me! You’re a disgusting whore and I should’ve never trusted you in the first place. Get the fuck out of my house!” I’d never been so angry in my life, I could feel my face heating up and my body shaking from the rage. Elleanor’s face stayed straight and she looked furious,

“Harry,” She was trying to stay calm,

“No! Get out; get the fuck away from me. You’re a slut. I can’t believe I ever trusted you!” I was sobbing and I could feel my whole body ache from the pain of her lying to me. “I should’ve known better, you’re a disgusting waste of space.” Louis stared at me, I knew he thought I was going to far, but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt so cheated, how could she do this to me, she meant the world to me and she went and fucked around with Zayn behind my back,

“Call that number.” I stared at her. Her eyes had grown icy and cool, “call, the fucking number, Harry.” She threw the phone at me and I clicked on the number, waiting to hear Zayn’s voice,

“Elle! Hey what’s up?” It was a girl, it was a high pitched, girls voice. It was Mazz. I hung up, the phone dropping from my hand and onto the carpet,

“It was Mazz, wasn’t it!” She yelled back, the tears pouring down her cheeks. Louis stared at her,

“What?”

“That was Mazz’s number! ‘Zayn Malik’ has been her contact name since we were fifteen! I changed it to Zayn with an ‘e’ when I met Zayn. It wasn’t even spelt right you asshole. You know what, fuck you Harry.” She was crying like I’d never seen before. I could hear the agony in her voice as the things I’d said to her echoed around her head. She ran out of the living room and into the bedroom. Louis and I sprinted after her, watching as she pulled out all of her belongings from the wardrobe and drawers, throwing them into her suitcase,

“Elleanor no, please.” I sobbed grabbing her arms but she just pushed me away,

“No, I’m a disgusting waste of space, I’m a slut! Fuck you Harry, maybe clear things up with me before you go around, throwing those words at me!” She was screaming, like fully screaming and I heard people running down the hall, throwing open our door. Elleanor slammed her cases shut and began dragging them out of the room,

“Stop Elleanor!” yelled Louis, trying to grab onto the suitcases. Liam and Niall stood in the doorway staring at the three of us,

“Elleanor please, I love you. I’m so sorry, please don’t do this!” I cried out, unable to recognise my own voice. Elleanor swore violently at me and ordered Louis to let go of her cases. Zayn came running in and she just walked straight passed him,

“What the fuck is going on?” He yelled, pulling Elleanor to a stop. She just pointed her finger at me,

“I don’t know, ask Harry, oh, that’s right, he told me to get the fuck out of his house and called me a waste of space.”

“What the fuck, Harry?” Roared Niall and Louis jumped in,

“No, that’s, that’s not what happened! Elleanor!” Louis tried chasing after Elleanor but she was already in the elevator. We all sprinted down the stairs screaming after her, begging her to stop. But she loaded up her car and pulled out of the long gravel drive way. I felt my legs collapse from beneath me as I watched Elleanor drive away from me, and I knew that I’d gone and gotten my final strike.