Eleanor's suitcase lay on the cama neatly packed beside her.
In just over an hora she'd be back on a plane to Manchester while Louis would be on a plane too, but his destination would be America.
The two sat beside each other clasping their hands tightly together.
" Cheer up amor you won't miss little old me" Louis joked standing up, Eleanor followed suit.
" Probably not. Besides there's LOADS of hot guys in Manchester" She said lightly, though the crack in her voice was noticeable.
He laughed, and then Eleanor laughed until they were both in hysterics soon forgetting the reason they were laughing....