The Undercover Nerd

Chapter 39

London's POV: 

   I tried to turn away from Zayn, staring at a person I had almost begun to trust. Eleanor. She was so nice to me. What have I done that has made them so angry?

Her long brown hair was slightly curled at the ends, reaching the little pocket of her much too large, white shirt. I was sure that it wasn't her garment. It probably belonged to Louis, her boyfriend... Will Harry borrow me his clothes as well?

... Light brown eyes examined me in detail with a stern look, which was almost petrified, but I could clearly see that she felt pity for me. At least I hoped so, because I still didn't know what I had done to make myself an outsider.

 "So, how is it going, Harry?" Said the blonde girl, who sat next to Zayn. Perrie.

  She had just looked at me as if she wanted to eat me inside out, and now she turned to Harry, to symbolize that her question was adressed only to him. I wasn't involved in the conversation at all.

   I've never been a strong personality, didn't have much self-confidence, and what I had, Harry gave me. Watching that his friends ignored me, when they're not busy glaring at me, made ​​me even more insecure. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and my fingers clutched tightly at the fabric of the couch. A lump formed in the back of my throat and I could feel an uncomfortable stinging in my lower abdomen.

 "Oh, I'm fine." I felt Harry's eyes on me and could see out of the corner of my eye that he frowned. "London? Is everything okay?" Now I stared back at all of their faces and I felt more uncomfortable than I was anyway.

  I took Harry's hand, slipping it down from my thigh, then I stood up, looking in the direction where Eleanor sat, who had now worry written completely onto her face.

 "I-I just need to get some air...s-sorry, " I stuttered, before my wobbly feet brought me into the hallway.

 "Do you need something? Babe?" I heard Harry asking, but then a known female voice stopped him and Harry sat back down on the couch.

   I felt a hot tear rolling down my cheek, tickling my jaw. But I had no desire to laugh, so I wiped it away and sat down on the first step of the stairs, leaning my elbows on my knees and burying my face in my hands. I had planned to stay strong when I decided to take this dangerous, unusual relationship to me. Yes, for me it seemed to be dangerous, because it could not only destroy me, but also Harry. Not physically, but mentally. And it started way too early...

   My quiet sobbing almost drowned out the brief steps of the person who eventually sat down beside me on the stairs, putting her delicate hand around my shoulder. I could smell her perfume, flowery and refreshing. It smelled very nice.

 "Hey, London...what's wrong?" She asked me with her tender voice, but I didn't look up to her, avoiding to show her my ugly face, which looked the worst now that I cried.

 I wanted to stay strong, damn.

 "Don't cry," she remained silent for a moment before she finally hit my soft spot of a problem. "Is it because they are so cold towards you?"

   I nodded my head before her arm tightened around me, me leaning against her shoulder. The loving gesture was good for me, calming me down a bit.

 "Why are they mad? What have I done?" I asked with a trembling voice.

   Eleanor took a long breath and sighed softly before she gave me the answer that made everything clear to me.

 "See...what you have done to Harry was something they had never expected. They didn't expect you to run away after he had told you everything. Everyone helped Harry, really, everyone who is sitting in the living room right now. They thought it would be perfect...but you kind of ruined their joy. I'm not saying that they hate you, London. They are just simply disappointed because their plan didn't work out the way they wanted it to be."