The Stunt

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by farawayelounor

by farawayelounor

THE STUNT

In which Elounor is a PR stunt.

Eleanor

As soon as we got inside the hotel and out of everyone's sight, I detached my hand off of Louis' and distanced myself from him. I walked ahead of him to get myself to the lift faster, hoping he'd have to use another.

No such luck though.

"Eleanor!" he yelled as he quickly stuck his foot between closing doors. He stepped in and stood beside me while looking intently at me. "Did I do something?" he asked.

I shrugged, struggling to look impassive as I pressed the button to our floor. "No."

"Then what's the matter?" he asked.

I turned to him and cocked an eyebrow, "Nothing. We're behind closed doors; we don't need to act all couple-y now, do we?"

He frowned at that. "No, but atleast don't treat me like you don't know me? It's hard to turn from faking being inlove to being strangers in a span of two seconds."

I bitterly laughed, "Faking, yeah."

"What?" he asked confusedly.

I turned to him with a sad smile on my face, "You know, I actually cherish those moments where we're infront of people. Not because I enjoy the fame, but because amongst all these faking we do, that's only when I can act on what I truly feel."

"You mean-"

"I mean, I'm not as good as an actor as you are, Louis. I can't act for sh*t," I cut in, hearing the ding of the lift when it stopped and opened to reveal our floor, "I can only fake the label of being your girlfriend, but my feelings? They're real," I said before walking out of the lift not bothering to look back.

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