The simple things, we always forget, we often seem to settle for less.
"God dammit, Taylor, answer me."
There wasn't so much as a whisper on the other end of the line, at least, not as far as Eleanor could tell—simple silence and the small hint of a breath being taken before the unmistakable click of the line rang through her ears, her mouth pursing into a pressed line before she tore her phone away from her ear and tossed it onto her bed. It had been happening for a week—her calls were answered, yet there was never any response by the leggy blonde on the opposite end of the line. She wasn't sure what had happened, personally Eleanor thought things had been going great between them—things had just sparked, and Taylor was already willing to toss her out like last night's garbage. Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, Eleanor blinked away the smallest hint of tears, finding herself more upset and angry by the minute—mostly furious at the fact that the other girl refused to give her so much as a reason, let alone a single word or a simple hello. She'd get to the bottom of it, no matter what it took.
Where to start, though? Mind racing, Eleanor grabbed for her phone, dialing the one person she knew would listen to her, no matter the hour or the situation—which was in her favour at the moment, given that it was just past eleven and she was dealing with girl problems; a thing that he never had to deal with himself. Pressing it back against her ear, she let out a sigh of relief when his voice carried through the speaker. "Louis, thank God. M'having... issues, and I need an outside point of view on everything, d'you have time?" A chuckle rang through, bringing a small smile onto her sad features.
"Sure thing, El. Mind if I put you on speaker? Hazza's pretty good with advice too, you know." Of course they were together, Eleanor thought to herself, the two spent almost every waking moment together now that they were both out—and, not to mention, particularly proud.