Everything I Didn't Say

Chapter 43

Eleanor's POV.

That was absolutely weird and odd for Harry to do. Has he gone mad? Why would he do that? I'm so confused so I just excused myself to the bathroom.

I stand there running my fingers through my hair,all alone studying my face in the bathroom mirror. Nothing is going through my mind. A knock on the bathroom door distracts me.

"Eleanor. Are you okay?" Harry whispers though the blurred glass door. I open the door and stare at him without a word.

"Why did you do that?" I say, showing no emotions. He grabs my arm and leads my to my room.

"I'm sorry, I had to shut you up some how." He shuts the door.

"Shut me up? Why?" I raise my arms.

"I don't want Lou to know that you and I are going to England."

"I never agreed to it yet."

"I know you will." He smirks at me.

"No, Harry. You don't." Who does he think he is?!

"I do. Ever since I've met you, you always agree to everything I ask for." He laughs.

"That's because you are damn controlling and I don't want to start problems but guess what?! You ARE my problem Harry!" I glare at him trying to prove my point.

"You are so stubborn like a freaking child!" He raises his voice just a little.

"A child? You are a damn child! What you did out there was so childish. You are always so needy and I'm always so nice to you. I always agree to what you say because I don't know how to say 'No' and I need to fix that. So, No Harry. I will not go with you anywhere anytime soon." I step back and sit on my bed. I'm only missing out on the greatest opportunity to prove that I can make my own decisions without Harry controlling me.

"Do you know how much money I spent on your damn ticket?!" His eyebrows raise.

"That's non of my business. You never asked me. That was your decision. You make your own decisions and so do I." I shrug my shoulders.

"Fine Eleanor." He opens the door and walks out. I hear him and Lou quietly talk in the living room. I lay back with my feet dangling off my king size bed.

Why do things always have to go wrong? Why can't I be happy just for a whole day without a problem?

A tug on my left foot has my eyes opened in a fraction of a second. It's Lux. The bright eyed little girl gives me the warmest smile.

"Hi Lux" I say and smile back. She crawls up to my bed and lays next to me. "How old are you?" I try to make conversation.

"Four." She slowly says as she studies the details of the ceiling in my bed room.

"Four? Ah that's a fun age. I wish I was four again."

"Mum says that too." She smiles and her tiny teeth show. Her smile is so contagious, I find myself laughing as well.

"Well I'm sure your mum does as well!" I giggle.

"How does mum know you?" She sweetly asks.

"Well your mum knows Harry."

"How does she know Harry?"

"He was an old friend of hers." I put my hands on my stomach and we both look up at the ceiling as if there was anything interesting to look at.

"I don't have any friends." She sighs.

"Oh no, I thought I was your friend though?" I pretend as if I am crying.