Foolish (James McVey)

Chapter 7

I wish things would sort themselves out and James would soon explain himself. Hopefully.

James' POV

Me and El sat for god knows how long just watching pointless tv shows before  turned the tv off and rose to my feet.

"Come on." I held my hand out for her but she just stared at it like it was an alien.

For the past almost 40 minutes I had noticed that El had become unusually quiet which concerned me. Was it something that I had done? Did she find something that upset her? ... my bottle of pills? No of course not. They're tucked away in the cupboard and El isn't the kind of person to go snooping around other people's belongings.

She is such a kind person, I felt very grateful to have her in my life. If you could even say that. Since meeting each other we had exchanged numbers and followed each other on twitter and instagram... I will admit I did browse through her photos a bit. She seems like such a stunning girl, she just doesn't give herself enough credit for it.

"Where are we going James?" her soft voice brings me out of my thoughts.

"I thought we could get something to eat then I'll take you home. I'll find a quiet place so we won't be disturbed." I let out a low chuckle and a smile appears on her face. She soon stands up and grasps my hand in hers. Giving me her signature gorgeous smile, I entangle our fingers together and lead her to my car.

The whole journey to dinner, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in Eleanor's head. She looked about at the views of the city and a small smile crept onto her face when we passed a bus advertising the musical Wicked.

"You a fan of musicals?" I joke as we near our destination.

"Yeah." She said quietly, her cheeks blushing a deep red colour.

I smiled at her reaction then pulled into the car park opposite the restaurant.

"Why are you smiling?" She asks as we stop.

"It's just... you don't seem like a person that likes musicals." I smile, patting her knee then climbing out the car.

She copies my actions and soon joins me as we walk towards the door.

"Very stereotypical McVey."

"Well... I'm just saying with the whole Coldplay fan image you've got going on," I gesture to her clothing, "I would have never thought that you would enjoy musicals, especially ones about friendship and love and shit." I chuckle but when I turn to her, her face is full of anger.

I didn't mean to come across as rude, she asked what I meant and I said it. Was that so bad? Shit it was. I should never have said that. Especially to someone who's supposed to be my girlfriend. Fake relationship or not it was despicable of me to even think those things.

We find a small booth in the back and El busies herself reading the menu.

I just wish there was someway I could've taken those things back.

El's POV

How could he say that? I'm positive he knew how insecure I was anyway, so for him to point out something, even as small as that to me made me furious. Just as I thought me and James could get along, it all turns back to square one. As it always does. I feel like I'm going in circles with him and I honestly hate it!

I browse through the menu before settling on the chicken salad. I was starting to be healthy anyway, and if I chose something fatty I knew James would find a way to make a joke out of it.

We order our food and I feel the awkward silence arrive.

"El," his low voice brings my eyes to meet his and I am suddenly reminded of the feelings I have growing for him.