The Godbrothers (1D Fiction)

8. What Are You Afraid Of?

*I feel like I don’t even need to say it’s in Camilla’s POV anymore*

“I am literally going to collapse,” Eleanor sighed as she slumped heavily onto the couch in our hotel room.

I joined her, not saying a word but sipping at my Starbucks drink.

Truth be told, I was exhausted. After hitting about every minorly interesting tourist attraction, then spending two hours at the shopping center, Eleanor finally ran out of energy as well. She was great for company and a wonderful tour guide, but I underestimated her love for caffeine and knowledge of all things London.

We had already taken two loads of shopping bags and souvenirs back to the hotel, and on the second trip Rex refused to leave again and promptly fell asleep.

So now it was just Eleanor and me while Rex slept soundly.

I never had that many close girl friends, and Eleanor Calder intimidated me slightly to be honest. Not as much as Danielle, of course, but still. Perhaps that was due to how Danielle was quite a few years older while Eleanor was about my age.

This morning as Rex and I set out for the day, Eleanor had texted me to see if I wanted to hang out, so naturally I asked her to come along with us.

I had found it unexpectedly easy to talk to her as we chit chatted about nearly everything from her and Louis to my new possible job on tour. Maybe it was just because I missed my best friend back home, but I felt like Eleanor and I were actually becoming close.

“Well, why you wouldn’t take the job?” she was saying now as she swirled her green straw around insider her drink.

I shrugged, glancing at my now drooling twelve year old brother sprawled out on my bed. “It’s just, so much has happened in the last two weeks. I don’t want to spring this up on them too.”

Eleanor nodded, understanding my protectiveness of my two younger siblings. “But the way I see it, they’ll be here and you’ll be across the globe either way, whether you’re in L.A. or traveling around North America.”

She did have a point there.

“You’re right,” I agreed.

“So what are you afraid of?” she laughed. (Was it just me or was it actually just pleasant to hear British people talk?) “Don’t have a boyfriend to be getting home to, do you?”

It was my turn to laugh now. “No, definitely not.”

“No crushes or potential love interests?” she probed a little further.

I shook my head, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Who’s this Daniel you’ve been texting, then?”

“He’s gay,” I assured her, now curious to all her questions. “Why?”

“No reason,” Eleanor answered casually, throwing me a bright smile that made me even more suspicious. “So… absolutely nobody. At all.”

“No!” I told her once more, laughing. “Why are you asking me this?”

She simply smiled at me again, took out her phone to text someone, and said nothing.

“Who are you texting now?” I asked, unable to contain my laughter. “You’re being so sketchy!”

She only threw her head back and cackled, seeming to have finished the text message and put her phone back into her pocket. “You’ll never know.”

I wondered if she was texting one of the boys about my affirmed single status. Maybe one of them, perhaps Zayn, Niall, or Harry was asking? It was too much to hope for. Probably just coincidence.