The Switch Up(A Liam Payne love story)

Chapter- 20

[ELIZABETH'S P.O.V]

'Who is Elizabeth?', she asked with a very stern look...

A look that made my legs suddenly feel like Jello.

'Who are you?', she asked again and each word rang through my head.

This is it
I'm finished
I'm doomed!

'Eleanor, I can explain', I started and went up to her.

'Then please do! I'm going mental here!', she exclaimed and held her head with one hand.

'But first you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone! I'll tell them myself and I'll leave as soon as possible!', I said.

I mean, I should!

What right did I have to even be with these people?!

I didn't belong here!

I mean not in their world of fame and glam!

I never did!

'Leave?! What on earth are you saying?! Just tell me what's going on!', she pleaded with a tired expression.

'My name is not Britney Luke, it's Elizabeth White', I said.

'Well, that explains the confusion', she mumbled.

'That's not it', i said and she looked up at me.

'I'm a medical student', I said.

Eleanor now highly resembled a gaping goldfish.

'I knew it! I KNEW IT!! That contact picture was real!!', she started to shout and I quickly covered her mouth.

'Keep it down!', growled Harry from his sleep.

Eleanor smiled sheepishly at me and I sighed out in relief.

'Sorry', she said and I smiled.

'But how are you here?', she asked.

I took a deep breath and then I told her everything that had happened...Well not exactly everything...I did leave out the part of my forced marriage...I covered it up by saying that I needed a really good break from college.

I mean, hey! What's that gotta do here now, right?

Eleanor fell back into the couch and just stared into nothingness.

Okay.

Now I was freaking out.

'El?', I asked nervously.

I had no idea what she was gonna do?

'You have every right to be angry at me. You can tell if you want. I would never blame you', I said.

Eleanor just shook her head in amusement and then looked at me.

'I cant believe that you went through all of this just to get away', she gasped.

'Didn't actually work', i said and she laughed softly.

'But how is that you style so well?!', she asked.

'I don't know, I just got lucky', I said.

'No. It's in you. I think your'e a born stylist', she said and I smiled.

'Your'e not gonna tell are ya?', i asked.

Okay fine, I did wanna stay.

Eleanor smiled.