When I woke up, I was welcomed by the bright sun. But not by Louis. He was probably still mad at me. With wobbly legs I stood up and was surprised to find that I had fallen asleep on the couch. At the other end of the bed was my wig. I was about to reach for it when I remembered that everything had already come out and I could just be Grace again. But I would leave as soon as possible. But first I needed a plane ticket. And slowly I began to doubt that Eleanor would really show up.

I came back from the bathroom with freshly washed hair and changed clothes, when I stopped abruptly. Louis was sitting at the kitchen table. And opposite of him - there was a girl. A girl with wood-brown hair and eyes that faded from green to brown. She was wearing a black Hollister shirt, rather dark blue jeans and black chucks. She had a small friendship chain tied around her wrist. With slow steps I approached them. "Oh, hello. You must be Grace...", Louis murmured and looked at me. He hadn't quite forgiven me yet, but I understood that. And then the girl gave me a smile and I shrank back a little at the look of her face. Not because she was ugly, but because she was ME. Only with this flawless hair.

"Are you... Eleanor?", I asked cautiously. " Yeah, obviously", she replied succinctly and I couldn't tell whether she was pleased or unhappy with my existence, although I was more likely to think the second was the case. I was getting ready to make a coffee when I suddenly heard Louis say: "I'll go and meet up with the boys". And then there was a kiss. "Grace," he said to me and I just nodded. Then he was gone.

"When are you going to leave?" Eleanor asked me as I sat down where Louis had sat before. "The earliest flight leaves in about five hours, so I have to leave right away," I said briefly, "where have you been? "In California, staying at a friend's house." I sipped a little from the cup. "So Gemma was telling the truth....," I muttered, Eleanor didn't seem to hear it, though. It was ice cold between us. No wonder, I wouldn't have acted any differently when I was suddenly sent to my boyfriend because I was reported missing by mistake, only to find that a complete stranger, a girl who looks just like me, lives with him!

At that moment I pulled the iPhone out of my pocket and slid it over to her "Here, this one's yours again". But she just slid it back. "What should I do with it?" I asked and looked up thoughtfully from my Samsung Galaxy and I was just about to tell Kate to arrive in England later that day.

"It's yours." I still couldn't see the point of it. She was gonna give me her phone. With all her data. Very logical. She hadn't even removed the SIM card, which meant I could access all her personal things at any time. Just like I had done for the past three days. "Sorry", I murmured and slid the mobile back in her direction, "I don't need your mobile. I' ve got my own. I am not as poor as I might look." Eleanor stood up, grinning and shaking her head. Then she knelt down before me. "Are you proposing to me?" I asked her with eyebrows raised. It really did look like that! " Not really." "What else?" "Would you mind doing it again?!" "What?" " Pretending." In shock, I held my breath. Was that why she didn't want me to go back to England? "But... why?" I wanted to know. "I can' t ever really live myself out. I'm always followed by Louis or all five of them. And the fans... ugh. I can hardly ever be by myself." "And... where would you go?" "Back to my friends. " To California?" She nodded. I froze. "When are you gonna come back?" "In six days, for the wedding." I just nodded silently, lost in thought.

The flight would be expensive. Anyway, Eleanor would have enough money. After all, Louis read every wish from her eyes and always put money in her pocket when she needed it. And then she was going to run away again... She wanted to be free. So why didn't they just break up? That was a question I couldn't possibly answer by myself. And then there was the obvious fact that I'd have to lie again. After it had felt so good to finally be honest again. Everything would start all over again. Lying, lying, lying.

"You're going to do it, aren't you?" Eleanor's words tore me completely out of my thoughts. Dazed, I just nodded, what else could I do? Run away like she did? Or go straight to Louis and tell him the truth: Your girlfriend is sick of you, Louis. However, she will be back soon.

Gratefully Eleanor fell around my neck before I had made a firm decision to change our clothes. Then I looked for the wig. Damn, where had I put it again? Oh, yes, on the couch. I ran through the individual strands and put them on carefully. Luckily the blonde tips were already almost faded - because Eleanor had pure brown hair.

"They're coming", I hissed to her as we stood in front of the door, Eleanor without any luggage, because she apparently had everything she needed in America, she also left her mobile phone there. "Bye", El whispered to me, "and tell them Grace left... when you... were with Perrie for a moment. And that you have no clue why she did that!" With Perrie... El hadn't been told what happened yesterday at noon. And Perrie hadn't been told that I was a liar and the real Eleanor had been here for a while. But it didn't matter. She was already gone and I had no choice but to slip back into her shoes, into the life of Eleanor Calder.

I walked towards the boys who were coming towards me from the pool. "Where is Grace?!" it came instantly from Liam, who always took care of everyone. "I... uh... Grace," I stammered, cursing myself again, "Grace ran off when I... uh... ...went to see Perrie?" I pronounced the name Perries very carefully. "Why the hell were you with her?!" Louis, Louis, Louis... If only you knew. If you only knew it was Eleanor who had run away, not Grace. On her way to America.

"Yes... Wanted to know if she wanted... biscuits?!" I improvised quickly. "Yeah, right," I only heard all five of them say it in disbelief. But not because they doubted that I might be Grace again, but because they most likely assumed that I had forgiven Perrie so quickly. Which was actually true. And in fact we had never told Eleanor about the incident. "Oh, yeah, I don't know why Grace ran away. Anyway, she wasn't there any more, she's probably on her way to the airport. I mean, where else is she gonna go", I quickly added, to avoid constant questioning for the most part, and then stormed down to the coast to get some peace of mind. It was only now, five minutes later, that I realized what was going on. The only thing I heard was the sound of the waves crashing against the coast. Not a single person was in sight except me. I was walking barefoot along the beach when I was suddenly addressed. "Do you need time to think too?" I turned around in shock and discovered with relief that it was only Perrie. I had not noticed her at all! No surprise with her pale skin, light hair and now understated look. "Oh... Hi Perrie", I just mumbled. I didn't know whether to say it in a positive or negative way. "Are you feeling any better?" "Hm... a bit." At that moment it crossed my mind that Perrie hadn't even noticed that I had revealed my identity and that the real Eleanor had been around today. But because she was ashamed and didn't dare to come over, she still believed that I was her best friend. And she would never know it. At least not that quickly.

"What do the others talk about me?" Perrie eventually wanted to know. "They... You don't even wanna know", I replied briefly and wanted to get out of here, because I didn't want to talk about the boys. "Tell me," Perrie begged and shook me, "Zayn might want to call off the wedding. Now that it' s so close." I thought about what the real Eleanor would say now. She didn't even know about it, stupid! So I decided to just come clean. "They are blaming you. They' re talking shit about you. They can't understand you," I whispered and sparkled at them. I suddenly felt so naive, so fooled. So fooled by her. I slowly didn't want to believe anymore that it was just an accident. Slowly I began to think that I was just disturbing her. Eleanor was disturbing her. After all, she couldn't have forgotten to let me have a breath of air!

At that moment, Perrie stopped shaking, "What else?" "They ... they hate you," I said, just like she wanted me to. I wasn't afraid of her. But I didn't understand her anymore either. If she hurt me again, her career and her relationship would be over. Not mine. And then from one day to the next I would be back home with Kate and Eleanor would come back to Louis and face Perrie's problems.

At that moment Perrie slapped me. On the right cheek. With her right hand. My mouth felt numb. "Perrie", I just whispered with tears in my eyes and took a step back.

"I.... didn't want this," she just stammered. There was despair in her voice. "Then why did you do it?" I sobbed. "I...everything's so complicated. I can't handle it anymore..." "And then you have to slap me right away?!", I hit her and ran back to the plant without even looking at her.

Why was I always so kind-hearted? Why had I thought Perrie had pulled herself together and we would become friends again. Everything went wrong. I had done everything wrong, I shouldn't have decided to stand in for Eleanor again. She would be with her friends and having fun, while Perrie was gradually making my life a misery.