'El,' I whispered. 'Please. I can't watch you like this and not even give you a hug. Please, let me hug you.'
Eleanor stood back, shaking her head. 'No, Matt. I can't. Every time I look at you, I just see you putting your hands on her, and it makes me want to get psychically sick, so I think touching you would be a worse idea.'
She looked up at me, her eyes bloodshot and red rimmed, looking pale, sad and lonely. All thanks to me, and it genuinely broke my heart. What a mess I had made to follow.

Eleanor sighed, breath shaky, glancing at her phone. 'It's half 2, and I'm tired, so I'm going to lie down, but we can still talk.'
I nodded. 'Okay. I'll call room service and ask for more blankets.'

ELEANOR'S POV

As I watched Matt walk into the bathroom, I could feel my heart break even more. All I wanted to do was collapse into his arms, and cuddle with him and kiss him and tell him I loved him, and that I forgived him, but I couldn't, not after what he had done, the extent of it. It was so confusing, hating him while loving him. I had never felt it so strong before; yeah, with Zacky, I hated him but loved him when I caught him with Isabelle, but never as strong as this. I tried my hardest to stop crying as hard as I was, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

Just as Matt came back in, there was a knock on the door. He opened it, and took the blankets from the room service staff, before bringing it back in and dumping it on the floor beside the bed. He looked up at me, and his face fell. I could see tears welling up in his eyes. I wasn't sure how much longer I could put up this angry front, with Matt crying in front of me.
'El, please, I can't see you like this any longer, with me not by your side.' Matt said, tears flowing down his cheeks.
I considered letting him hug me, but suddenly, an image of Matt fucking that blonde whore flashed into my mind, and I felt my stomach churn, but this time, I felt even worse.

I jumped out of the bed, and ran into the bathroom, before collapsing in front of the toilet bowl, and emptying the contents of my stomach into it. I didn't even notice Matt holding my hair back until I stopped throwing up. I tried to stand up, but I could feel my knees weakening. Matt grabbed me just in time, and helped me up.

'I'm fine.' I said harshly, trying to shrug his hands off my arm.

His firm grip didn't shift. 'No way. I know you don't want me touching you, but you can't forget you're carrying my child.' he said.

'You didn't seem to mind forgetting, though.' I muttered in reply, and his breath seemed to hitch in his throat. He didn't say anything, just helped me back into the bed.

'Are you okay alone?' he asked.

I rolled my eyes. 'Just because I let you help me into bed doesn't mean I want you in it beside me.'

He bowed his head in shame. 'Okay, sorry.'

He then spread the blankets out on the floor, as to make a bed for himself. He then put the pillows down at the top of the blanket. Then, he took off his jeans, in front of me, of course. I tried to resist looking at him, his gorgeous, toned legs, and his boxers, where even though they were loose, he still had a huge bulge. I bit my lip hard, wanting him. Then I realised; the last thing his dick was in was that slut. All the lustful thoughts were discarded immediately. I tucked myself into the comfortable bed more, feeling sleep getting the better of me. As Matt lay down on the floor, I turned off the lamp at the bedside table.

'Goodnight, El.' Matt said gently.

'Night, Matt.' I said, no emotion in my voice whatsoever.

When I opened my eyes, it was still dark. It only took me a second to realise what woke me up, when I felt strong flutters in my stomach; baby Sanders was alive and kicking, also, the jet lag was starting to settle in. Fun.
I stared into the dark, and thought. Thought about how shocked I was when I got the phone call, how I thought it was a joke, and how I was being set up. It took at least half an hour before I actually realised the reality of what had happened; I was only off the phone to Zacky when my phone rang again.

All I said to Luke was 'Matt cheated' and he was already ringing the airport to see if they had any flights to London as soon as possible, no matter how much it cost. Luckily enough, they had 5 cancellations, so we got a flight for 2, which meant we landed in London at 5, but in GMT, it was 11pm. Little did Matt know, when I arrived at his hotel, I was barely off the plane. I thought it was so kind of Luke to come with me, for support. Typically, there were a load of fans at the airport in CA, but Luke just said I was really sick with the baby, that I couldn't talk at the moment. They understood, thankfully.

My thinking was interrupted, when I heard a low moaning sound. But not in a sexual way, in a sad way, like a puppy would. It was Matt. I could also hear sniffling. He was crying in his sleep.

'I'm so stupid..' he mumbled to himself in his sleep. 'Why did I ever do it..I'm sorry.. I hope she still loves me.. She's my everything..' I could tell Matt was sleep talking, because he always did.
'I just want things to be the way they used to..' Matt sobbed in his sleep.

I couldn't leave him crying on the floor, alone, when he was in that state, in his sleep. It showed he genuinely felt upset about everything, the fact he was crying in his sleep over it.
I got out of the bed, and kneeled down beside Matt, wiping away his tears.

'Matt..Matt..come to bed.' I whispered, hoping he wouldn't wake up, and he'd just do it in his sleep.

He mumbled something incoherant, before standing up, still asleep, and getting into the bed, where I got in beside him. The second I got in, he pulled me into him, so we were spooning.

'I love you.' He mumbled sleepily, cuddling me tighter, his hands on my bump. I was still so annoyed and hurt by him, but I was pushing it aside and the thoughts about Amelia for tonight, when he was so upset.

'I love you too, you dickhead.' I sighed lazily, closing my eyes, and drifting off peacefully.

Notes

El's POV for the first time in a whileee!
thoughts please?:3
how cute is matty when he's sleeping <333