You're Not Eleanor!!!

Chapter 15- Clues

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Chapter 15- Clues 

Eleanor’s POV. (I know, I'm awesome)

“ I was gone for at least five minutes and you’re already acting like her over protection boyfriend.”  I chuckled looking at the scene in front of me.  Clarissa was laying down straight due to her broke legs, but she had her head over Zayn’s arm as he his other arm around her waist.  Clarissa was sleeping peacefully.

“I don’t care if I am; I need to keep her safe.”

I lay the tea down on the table.  “She’s safe here.”  He tightened his grip on her.  The way he looked at her; he was whipped.  He held her as if he loved her, and I suddenly missed Louis.   How we kissed, and how he would look at me the same way Zayn does to Clarissa.

“Does she know?”  I whispered out, so I wouldn’t wake Clarissa up.  Zayn quickly looked at me.

“No, she doesn’t even remember me.”  He looked back down at Clarissa.  “I wouldn’t blame her, we were nine when we met.”

“You don’t have to talk about it know, if you don’t want to.” He didn’t say anything.   I knew how this was a touchy subject for him.

“Does she know the truth…about Perrie?”

Zayn chuckled.  “No, she actually thinks we’re going out, but then again everyone thinks we are.  Except you and Perrie, herself.”

“I think you should tell her..”

Zayn got his grip off Clarissa’s waist and took out his arm slowly way from her head as her head hit the pillow softly.  He stood up and walked toward me.  “What am I supposed to tell her exactly?  Hey Clarissa, Perrie is actually my fake girlfriend and I pretended to hate you so unknown won’t suspect me?  Oh and not to mention I liked you when we were ten, but you can’t remember me because I got adopted and moved away!”

“Zayn, shut up!” I glared at him and motioned him to Clarissa right behind us.  “What the hell!  She said that so loud, she could of heard you!”

“Weren’t you the one who fucking said I should tell her!”  He was furious.  “You said ‘I think you should tell her’”  He mocked me.   My lip quivered, I really hated when Zayn got angry.  He could get really scary at times.

“T-tell who what?”  We heard Clarissa whisper.  We both turned around and she was staring at Zayn.  She was frightened.

“Not now.”  Zayn muttered.

“No, tell me now.  What’s going on?”  She wasn’t scared anymore, but she was irritated.  She was staring at Zayn with a straight face.  Zayn let out a frustrated sigh and walked toward Clarissa.

Good luck Clarissa, Zayn won’t say shit.

“Please let it go, I’ll tell you later.”  He held her hand.  “Just go back to sleep.”  He gave her a warm smile.

Clarissa sighed. “Whatever, asshole.”  And she covered her face with a pillow.  Zayn let out a bark of laughter and let go of her hand.

“Zayn, come help me in the kitchen.”  I motioned him out of the room.  He sighed and walked to the kitchen with me.  It was quiet for a brief moment.