Eleanor

"I'm Eleanor Calder"

Thank you all for reading Eleanor!

I am dedicating this chapter to my dear, sweet and wonderful bestie @Stylinonem104 to reminder her to always ask herself "What Would Eleanor Do?" Also if you have not read her stories please do, she is a wonderful writer. 

Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter!

"El." Alana yelled as she shook me awake. "You got to get up or you'll miss your train."

I opened my sleepy eyes and looked at my alarm clock, it read 10:15.

"Shit." I sat up in my bed and looked around the room trying to get my barring. "I must have slept through my alarm."

"Well get up, we got to go now." Alana said pushing me out of bed.

I put my feet on the cold hard wood floor of my room and ran to the bathroom down the hall. Thank god none of my flat mates were in there. I looked in the mirror; I looked a mess, blood shot eyes and hair going every which way. I turned the water in the sink on and splashed my face with cold water, trying to wake up.

"Grab me something to wear." I peaked my head out the bathroom door to Alana and yelled.

I brushed my teeth, put on a little makeup and fixed my hair into a messy bun, I would have to take a shower when I got to my house in London. I ran back down to my room where Alana had set out a pair of skinny jeans, a lose fitting white t-shit and my black Keds. After getting dressed I threw on my black leather jacket and grabbed my bags.

"Can we run by Starbucks?" I asked Alana as we got into her car.

"Seriously?" She asked putting her key into the ignition.

We skipped the trip to Starbucks and got to the train station with five minuets to spare. I said my good byes to Alana and ran to my train. I handed my ticket to the man at the gate and boarded.

The train car to London was pretty full, however I managed to find a seat next to an empty one. I took the seat next to the window and put my weekend back in the open seat beside me. Behind me sat two girls around 13 who were giggling at a magazine they were reading.

"What one do you want to marry?" I over heard one of the girls ask her friend.

"I would marry Harry." A girl with a higher pitched voice said still giggling.

"Good because I would marry Louis." The original girl said.

I couldn't help but smile as I realized that they were talking about One Direction.

"I heard that he's got a girlfriend." The second one declared to her friend who loved Louis.

I started to blush after hearing her talk about the rumors of Louis dating someone. I hadn't heard anything in the news but then again I was never the type to read those gossip columns because it never concerned me.

"Well, I'm sure they will break up." The girl said in response to her friend. "And then we'll meet and get married."

I couldn't help but laugh at how adorable the girl was, I wanted to turn around and tell them that I was the rumored girlfriend, but I stopped. What if I wasn't the rumored girlfriend? What if it was someone else? What if while Louis is in London he is going out with other girls, girls who he does see as girlfriends? I mean although we had been talking every night the past week and a half we had never talked about what we were and for all I know he could be dating other girls.

For the rest of the trip I looked out the window and tried not to think about the "rumored" girlfriend. But every now and then I would hear a bit of the two girls conversation and start to think of about it again.