I'm Not Eleanor

Where It All Started

"Bel-" I start but she cuts me off by dragging me by the arm.

She stalks into the closet like she was a model walking down a runway. I silently shook my head at her, watching her scatter through my many outfits. Clothes were thrown on the floor but I couldn't care less.

"What to wear, what to wear?" She mutters under her breath, barely audible.

For being so outgoing, she had her shy moments. As surprising and shocking as it was, she did. She sure was her own person.

She picks out a pair of dark, wash skinny jeans; one of my favorite clothing items. She also chose a loose white tank top with multiple spaghetti straps. To top it off, she grabbed a short jean jacket that went to mid stomach.

"Go," she orders, pushing the clothes into my arms and shoving me into the bathroom.

I threw everything on quickly but made sure nothing looked too horrible. My hair was a little bit of a mess but I fixed that by putting it into a ponytail. Bella looked pleased as I exited the bathroom.

"Go put on makeup, You have to look good." She rolls her eyes at me, making me a little insecure.

Little comments like those always threw me off. Did I not look good enough without it on? Shaking the thoughts out of my head, I headed back into the bathroom.

I didn't have much makeup, only enough to make it look natural. I wasn't a big fan of makeup but I did use it on occasions.

"Are you done yet?" Bella bangs on the door like a small child; she never knew how to wait.

I give myself another glance to make sure everything is perfect. Knowing her, she would comment if it wasn't. Sometimes she really annoyed me.

"Yep," I pop the p, trying not to roll my eyes at the silly girl on the other side of the door.

The small bathroom was making me claustrophobic. It was one of my many flaws but it was life. You couldn't just ignore your problems.

"You know you love me." She giggles effortlessly.

I could just imagine her wiggling her eyebrows. That cheeky girl, only her. She was a very interesting girl.

"Sure, yeah," I agree quickly, not even giving it a second thought.

Sighing once again, I peak through the door before opening it completely. She gives me the 'look of approval.' Grabbing my small, white purse off the side of my bed, I sling it over my shoulder.

"Ready to meet Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend," Bella grins, completely excited with the idea.

Resisting the urge to sigh for the millionth time, I shake my head at her. She pouted a little but I could tell she was just messing with me.

"I have no idea why she even asked me to meet her. It doesn''t make any sense," I mutter under my breath but she seemed to hear anyway.

It just didn't make sense, as to why she would want to talk to me out of all the people in the world. She must have found out about me from my blog. How else would she have been able to contact me?

"You'll find out soon," she finally comments, rocking back and forth on her heels.

I slowly nod, not saying anything else at the moment. There had to be reason as to why she was going through all this trouble.

"Stay here, I want to go alone," I murmur quietly, not knowing how she will react.

I'm not sure if she was planning on coming or not. She wasn't one to explode but I have seen her angry before. It wasn't exactly a pretty sight.