I know countless number of people hate me because of coming 'in between' Harry and Louis. Truth is, no one can come between them, not fake girlfriends, not fake rumours, not even death. Cos that's their love. But no one spares a thought for me. Cos I'm the one on the losing end, going through life living a fake relationship and faking the kind of love I can never feel. The reason they chose me was because I'm suitable in various ways. I'm Eleanor and this is Larry Stylinson's story told from my view. And a little bit of my story too. Just a weeny bit. It's not a sob story, don't worry. But just don't hate me cos I don't deserve it.
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