I would never {L.S.} Finished

Chapter 8

Eleanor's pov

When Louis leaves, Harry looks warily at me. He knows that I know.

"It's okay Harry, I'll finally have someone to share clothes with." I smile to lighten the mood.

And it seems to work, because he smiles back shyly.

"Really? You don't think it's weird?" He asks softly.

"No Harry, not at all!" I say reassuringly.

"Do you think we really could hang out and stuff?" He asks hopefully.

"Heck yeah! I've always known you were super sweet! I can't believe people actually believe what the media says." I say.

He looks at me with wide eyes. " You don't believe the media?" He says in disbelief.

"Not at all! Harry you are something special, and I don't think you would lay a hand on a woman with bad intentions, ever." I say truthfully.

He smiles at that but then he looks puzzled. "But Louis does. Why wouldn't you agree with your boyfriend?"

I figure I can tell him. "Harry, I'm only a beard for Louis. My mum made me do it when Simon asked her." I say sadly.

"I'm sorry Eleanor I didn't know." He says apologetically.

"It's fine Harry, I'm just glad you know that we aren't actually dating, now." I say.

After talking a bit, with Zayn chiming in a couple times, Louis comes back.

"Um, hello? I'd still like to know why Zayn is here!" He says.

"I'm here to visit Haz, to check up on him." Zayn says.

"Why aren't you here to visit us though?" He asks.

"Because he's helping me." Harry says.

With what? I ask myself.

"With what?" Louis voices my thoughts.

"Well..."