Secret Lovers *not finishing*

Chapter 22, Louis

Louis Pov

"Eleanor, Eleanor... Eleanor!" I yell at her as she smiles and waves at the paparazzi. "Hmm?" she mumbles and looks up at me and smiles. I lean down and whisper into her ear, "Listen stop being a show-off and get in the cab, come on." I grab her hand and help her into the car, along with that action screams occurred and camera flashes went berserk. "What's wrong BooBear?" she smiles and climbs into my lap, making me quite uncomfortable. I sigh and gently push her off and I look down at her and frown. "Listen, I need to tell you the real reason why I asked you out, lying to you just isn't well- mannered."

"Um, okay what is it then." She smiles lightly and scoots closer. I exhale and glimpse at the limo driver making sure he was not listening. "Well. How do I put this in the nicest way possible." I question myself. "Okay. Your a beard and I'm gay and your just a cover-up for my gayness and I'm really dating Harry, Harry Styles." I shut my eyes and breathe in and open them to see a shock expression appear on her face. "Please, please do not tell anyone and do not tell management you know. Please they will literally kill me, literally." I beg. She looks up at me and grins "Louis, your like my best friend and I always knew you had a feminine side. Of course I won't tell anyone, I promise." My cheeks lift up and I grab her and wrap my arms around her saying thank you's over and over into her ear.

"So I pretend to be your girlfriend, is what your saying?" She asks and pulls away from my grasp. "Yes we have to make it look real but I beg you not in front of Harry or the boys and definitely do not rub it in on camera like you did tonight. Okay?" I ask and wait for her answer. "Okay Tomlinson I won't and trust me I know Harry can be jealous I saw the way he was looking at me at the party and I do not want to interfere with you two." She pinches my cheeks and lightly pecks my forehead and settles into her seat. I lean back into the nice leather and let out a sigh of relief. This night was going well and better than I thought. I'm actually glad El was my beard because we are good friends and once I tell Harry she knows and she knows to lay off he will adore her to. I just couldn't wait to spend the rest of New Years with my curly-haired boyfriend. I close my eyes and snuggle into my seat and let sleep take toll, happy that in a few hours I would see Harry.