The sun's rays flooded my face. Protectively I put my hands over my eyes, but it didn't help. I would only torture myself even more by trying to fall asleep again. I stretched extensively and looked out of the window with my eyes squeezed together. The sea. Sun. Palm trees. At that moment I realized once again that I was no longer in rainy England - but here on Crete.

I turned around and flinched a little when Louis suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me cheerfully. " Did you sleep well?", he asked me. "I tried my best"m I replied, shrugging my shoulders. In this heat, it wasn't really easy to get into the dreams, I can assure. It felt as if I had been partying all night. Just like the pretended reason of Eleanor's disappearance. Speaking of Eleanor and disappearing, I still hadn't asked Gemma what the police had found out so far. Or did Gemma tell them to call off the search because the "real" Eleanor Calder had already shown up again? I was dialing her number and moving towards the kitchen living room when the time change occurred to me.

According to my cell phone it was just 8:26, which meant two hours earlier at home and London, so 6:26. "You don't happen to know when we decided to have breakfast with the boys?", I asked Louis as we were both standing at the sink. Louis had insisted on us brushing our teeth at the same time. Somehow weird for me, but if he really wanted to. Another love thing I had no idea about. "We did not do that at all. Do you want to go with the others?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, are you hungry?" I nodded. "Yeah, well, come on, let's just go. The others won't tear our heads off." That decision came very quickly! But yesterday we had all agreed to meet up in the dining room at half past nine. Well, maybe Louis just needed a little rest from all that stress. I mean - boy band and now a trip with six other people - I would be quite stressed.

"There they are!" At this comment, I looked up in shock from my fully loaded plate of croissants and all the jams. "Perrie!", it slipped out of me in relief. In the first second I had thought it was some fans who were watching us even at breakfast... Scrumbling. I am squeezed in and don't know what's going on anymore. I lose the overview. Suddenly I feel someone behind me pulling my hair. The wig loosens and sails to the ground. In this moment there are only shocked faces. "Cheater!", I suddenly hear Louis scream and point to me, "Where is she?! Where is Eleanor?! What have you done to her?!" Unable to answer anything, I hear a faint giggle behind me. "Gemma," I imagine, "Why did you do this?" She doesn't answer, but looks me straight in the eyes, a mischievous smile on her face. "I only did this to help you," I say crying, "Why?!" Again just that smile. And then the ironic reply, "Eleanor has never been gone...."

I shook my head. How could I have come up with such a horrible thought? Gemma had lied to me?! Confused, I looked around. I must have been in this state of rigidity for several minutes, because Louis was waving his hands in front of my face and Perrie and the other four were already sitting at the next tables with plates that were almost empty. I blinked a few times and pushed my plate aside. I had just lost my appetite. "Please tell me you haven't started that dumb diet again", Louis sighed and rolled his eyes. "What? No... I just lost my appetite, that's all." "That does not sound much better. What's up?" he asked and gave me a penetrating look. "Um," I thought, it would be foolish to mention the actual reason, "I don't know, really. Maybe it's the smell, I don't know." "Then at least try it. I don't want you to break down again. None of us do." "Yeah, whatever you want, daddy," I replied and had to grin. And got completely different thoughts.

"Will you come for a swim with us?" Perries eyes alternated regularly between me and Louis. "Of course we'll co...", Louis raised, but I interrupted him. My annoying habit... "Shouldn't you wait two hours after you have eaten? And then what about lunch?" Perrie chuckled. "You're not going to drown with those model weight, you and your 50 pounds." I was embarrassed and never got an answer to the other question, but against my desire to visit the beach or the pool in the afternoon, I agreed to meet at the front door of our apartments in half an hour.

I looked at myself in the mirror in disgust. Not because I didn't find myself half as beautiful as Perrie constantly described me, but simply - in a nutshell - because of the bikini. The bikini of Eleanor, which I had already seen in pictures with Louis on the internet. Anyway - no long time to remember all the pictures I had compared myself with.... Dark blue and flowers - to be honest I found the bikini ugly as hell, but I didn't have another one with me and I didn't even need to ask Perrie for a second bikini, because she was half a head shorter than me. I had no choice, I would survive it.

And then I remembered that it was hard to swim in a wig... The wig would start to separate from my blonde hair the first time I got into the water. And I couldn't just show up with my natural hair and say: " Just been to the hairdresser! How do you like the new cut and colour?" I needed some excuse. Thoughtfully I played with the tips of my brown hair merging into blond. Should I say having the period?! No, in the end Louis knew that. Yeah, that's a fact! For example David, Kate's lover, always knew when Kate... Never mind. I didn't want to think about stuff like that now, that I'd already ruled out for an excuse anyway. And since I couldn't really think of anything, I decided just not to dip my hair in water.

Barefoot, my feet touched the sand heated by the sun. How long it had been since I had felt it! All the beds around us were occupied, not even one that was free. Then we would have to hide our beach bags somewhere... Who knows who was trying to steal our things here? But finally, when all hopes had been dashed, they discovered one. At last. Quickly they threw our belongings on it and counted down to 3, 2, 1! All at once we all ran towards the sea, like little children. Screw it.

With a loud splash I landed in the water. I had been completely submerged, with my head. My hair... To hell with it! Let us live the moment. Perrie stood up beside me. She was also soaked from top to bottom and I noticed how pretty she was without make-up. While we were making faces at each other, someone suddenly pushed me into the water from behind. On my head, 'I didn't even have time to cry out, the salt water was already gushing into my mouth and my eyes were burning. I was afraid I would suffocate but then the hand finally let go and I reappeared. I had to blink twice to see clearly again.

And there he stood, Louis, laughing so hard he couldn't hold himself up. "You should have seen how funny you looked!" Revenge was seething inside me. "Just hold on," I cried and wanted to do the same to him as he did to me, when suddenly a hand pressed on my head again and forced me into the water. I tried to resist, but I did not succeed. With my eyes and mouth firmly closed, my nose covered with my right hand, I waited for redemption. Why me? While I was held under water, I thought up a good plan to take revenge.

I felt my heart beating slower and slower, I found it harder to stay conscious. I tried in vain to scream, to get off again, but all you would probably see and hear were bubbles, I clawed my fingernails into this hand, but nothing happened. I clung on to it and tried to snatch it away from me. But it didn't help. My arms lost their strength, stroked down along the hand and staggered lifelessly in the water. I had never imagined that I would eventually die in the place of Eleanor Calder. Drowned by one of the boys from the ladyband One Direction. It wouldn't be Perrie, would it? No, she would never hold that much power in one hand to fight off fifty kilos. Inside I said my last words of farewell.

And for a moment the pictures of the illusion flashed before my eyes. Gemma, who only wanted to do evil to me ... Then everything went black.