Louis' POV:
2 days later I decided I would call Eleanor. I had to according to management. Harry was out with Niall, probably drinking at a bar. But just thinking of the two of them together, drinking, worries me.
I punched in the numbers and listened to the ringing. Finally, there was an answer.
"Hello?" There was a soft voice on the other end.
"Hi, ummm, this is Louis. Paul has given me your number and I was told to call you."
"Oh, ummm, hi. I...I'm sorry that you have to do this," she w nice and sounded sympathetic.
"Me too. But I'll do anything for the band and if this is what it takes-" she cut me off.
"Hey, ummm. Would you like to get some coffee?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah sure."
"Do you know Blu's Café on the corner of-"
"The border of the Boulevard and 3rd? Of course. My favorite!" I said.
"Oh great! See you there in about an hour?"
"Sure thing. See you there," I said, hanging up the phone. I still can't believe I have to do this. This is insane. But she seems like a nice girl, the least we can do is be friends.
I went to the café 30 minutes early to order my coffee and think. I'm sure they are going to have us kiss and hold hands and I can't imagine myself doing those things with anyone but Harry. I can't even think about it without tearing up.
Eleanor arrived about 10 minutes late. Girls. But she was gorgeous.
I stood up and hugged her before we both sat down.
"I'm sorry you have to do this..." I mumbled to myself. I didn't want to look at her. I was almost........ashamed?
"I'm sorry too. I know you don't want to do this, but I respect that and I promise I won't go too far with this. Just what is needed to make the public think we are together."
I liked the way she thinks. She knows that I hate this and she is respecting the space I need.
And almost as if it was planned, paparazzi burst through the door and started taking pictures of the two of us. We had just met and we were already being bombarded. Great.
We left the café and climbed in the van that was waiting outside for us. I guess there were a few perks of being famous.
