Niall was in the kitchen making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he heard somebody yell his name or what he thought sounded like his name. Either somebody was screaming and no sober person seem to be around to deal with the whomever was yelling so, he made his way outside and saw Eleanor sprawled on the grass. “Ellie? What are you doing on the grass?,” he called out as he jogged towards her. From the hissing noises and giggles, he knew she was drunk. It was understandable. After Harry had left the house, people just decided to get wasted to not deal with their emotions. He knew it was a bad idea but he did not blame anybody for feeling that way. “How much have you drank, love?”, he asked her as he tried to pick her up. One whiff of wind, and he knew she had drank more than she should’ve had.
Eleanor squinted her eyes at the jogging figure coming towards her, trying to make out who it was. Her eyes were no watered, not just from the pain or the giggle fits, but her emotions seemed to have been pouring out on her. “Oh gosh, Niall..” Eleanor put her hands out to Niall, wrapping them around him as he tried to pick her up. As soon as she got on her feet, she felt weak in the knees and wrapped her one arm tightly around Niall’s waist. “Uhhh..” Eleanor mumbled, trying to jumble through her thoughts. “At least half a bottle of Absolute..” Eleanor started, realizing how ridiculous she was sounding now. Feeling ten times more weak in the knees now, she looked up at the starry sky. She felt as if her world was spinning, but kept her head held high towards the sky. “Niall.. Niall, look.” Eleanor whispered a little too loud in his ear, pointing her finger to the sky. “Isn’t it so pretty?” Eleanor giggled, looking over at Niall. “Niall, stay with meeeeee. Look at the stars with me!” Eleanor said, jumping a little in her place.