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I ignored the way my chest rose and fell heavily as I breathed nervously, my heart pounding, and my eyes getting dry. I held a serious face as I walked to him and so did he.

We stopped about five feet from each other.

What was he doing here? Did he know Colin?

"Harry. . ." I trailed off taking in his figure. He looked thinner than normal, his hair was an absolute mess, and his eyes were blood shot red like he was exhausted and up all night. It broke my heart.

"Eleanor."

"Why are you here?" I asked, clearing my throat.

I watched his eyes wander to the large diamond ring and wedding band on my hand. My heart dropped and I casually put my hands in the pockets of my pants.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?" He asked monotone.

My face fell. "Harry. . .are you ok? You don't look so well." I said worriedly wanting to step forward and cup his cheek. But I forced myself to stay back.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't pretend like you care."

"Harry, I do care." I argued seriously.

He scoffed and shook his head. "Whatever. I came with Liam. Liam's family was invited and came for publicity." He said, and I nodded my head.

We stood in an awkward silence. It was awkward and I knew he'd leave or say bye but I wanted to stay here just a little bit longer. See his face that I missed so much, and his slow thick accent when he spoke.

"Harry. . .I'm so sorry. . .for everything. You may not believe me but I am. Please trust me—"

He cut me off angrily. "Trust you? Trust you! I gave my heart to you Eleanor, my whole heart. And what do you do? You throw it away in a 3 day span and decide to spend the rest of your life with someone else. So don't blame me if I can't trust you." He snapped, and my eyes began to water.

His eyes left my face to something behind me in the distance.

"It looks like your husband is looking for you. Have a nice life." He said and turned around going back to his truck.

I let a tear slip down my cheek as I watched him get in and speed off.

"Oh shit." I breathed out in a quiet sob, and wiped my cheeks.

"Eleanor!"

I turned around to see Louis waving me over to the car with a confused face. I took a deep breath and made my way over putting on a fine face.

"Why were you over there?" He asked me when I got to the car.

"No reason, just wanted to walk around a bit while you got your phone. Got it?" I asked him and he put up his phone with a happy smile.

Too much of a happy smile.

"Are you ok?" I asked as we got in the car.

"Yep!" He said popping the 'p'. I raised an eyebrow.

"Why the hell are you so peppy?" I asked seriously confused and a little worried.

He shrugged and started the car as he hummed a tune.

Okay?

I sighed, shaking my head and looked out the window. As he began to pull away from the curb, I watched Danielle step out of the church watching our car with a smile.

No, no, no.

I looked to Louis, who was happier than usual, and back to Danielle admiring his car as we drove off. Did he actually go to the church to get his phone? Something was not right.

I sat back in my seat with an uncomfortable look.

"What? Why do you have that face?" He asked with a laugh.

"What face?" I asked in a serious tone.

"A shitty one." He said taking his eyes off of the road to look at me for a second. "Did something happen? Or upset you?"

I shook my head no.

Besides me seeing the love of my life, and him coming out of the church obviously after seeing Danielle, no nothing really happened. I'm not upset at all.

Louis looked at me with disbelief and just shook his head.

"I don't even know why I try with you sometimes." He mumbled.

I looked to him crazily. "What do you even mean?!"

"I mean you're difficult!" He snapped right back, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm the difficult one, yeah sure. I mean, it's not like I'm the one with all these mood swings!" I fired at him.

"You're having one right now!" He fired back.

"No! You are!" I said lamely, that being all I could think of.

Louis looked at me and huffed looking back at the road. We left it at that, and went back home in silence. He didn't speak up until we pulled back into the garage, the car fully stopped and we sat there in silence.

"I. . .I saw you talking to someone. Who was that?" He asked, his voice low, both of our heads facing forward.

What? He saw me with Harry?

"What?" I asked, playing dumb.

"After I got out of the church, I saw someone walking away from you. Who was it?" He asked, annoyed by my stupid act.

I shrugged. "I have no idea what you are talking about." I said, and unbuckled myself getting out of the car. He repeated my actions and we both got out.

"Well that's bull." He said as he followed me to the door that led into the house.

I scoffed with a fake smile. "No, you want to know what's bull? You going into the church to 'get your phone' when you really went to see Danielle."

He froze, and looked utterly helpless. "What?" He asked, now he was playing dumb.

I let out a fake laugh. "Yeah, I saw her walk out of the church after you. Come to think of it, it doesn't really take that long to get a phone."

He glared at me. "Look, you're not my real wife ok? You no right to know my business or what I do with other people. As far as I'm concerned, you're only here to look pretty at my side!" He said angrily.

I gasped. "Excuse me! No! I'm here to help my parents! Not you! And if your life isn't any of my business, then you can't act like you have all the rights to know mine!" I yelled back.

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

With a huff, I stomped my way up the stairs and slammed the door the my room. Well. . .actually his room, or 'our' room? I don't know. Shit, where was I supposed to sleep now. I have the rest of the day to figure that out.

I sighed heavily, and threw myself on the bed I called a cloud. I laid there a moment enjoying the cool air coming from the vents, so much better than standing outside in the hot sun in black clothes.

Why would he talk to her again? Or even consider talking to her again? After what she's done to him? How could he be ok with being used?

I know I wouldn't. Yet here I was in a fake marriage.

Maybe he's right. This marriage wasn't real and whatever he did with his real love life shouldn't concern me. But why does he get the right to be concerned about mine?

"Ugh." I groaned to myself and rubbed my tired eyes.