I moved my hand towards the head and put it to the spot where my hair divided into three sections. "I...", I whispered and tried not to run away from disappointment. I didn't want any of this. I had never intended to be anything like Eleanor Calder, certainly not to be in her skin. I imagined the shocked faces of the boys, and how much they would hate me. They would never believe me that it all had been Gemma's idea, because Gemma was Harry's sister. And I was Grace. A completely "ordinary" girl. Should I really cause them pain? Or just wait until the real Eleanor was back and I could get away? My two voices argued with each other, but I couldn't come up with a solution on the spur of the moment.

"I...", I repeated and grabbed tighter and felt the wig starting to come off my head. I sighed. Then I let go. "I will probably never be able to apologise often enough. I made a promise to you and I have not kept it." I finally replied and straightened my head again. Relieved voices filled the air. "It was more about you lying to us now, you know. But at the end of the day, we're all just glad that you're back and that you're doing fine," Zayn said.

I calmed down somewhat and sat back down on the dining room chair. "Where's Gemma?" Liam asked, looking at me like that again. A little disturbed. But also... worried. I usually hated it when someone was worried about me. But this time it felt quite different. "She's in the bathroom and... She....she's crying," I explained, hoping they wouldn't ask why she was crying. Because then I would have to lie again. And fall in again. "Why?" Harry asked and looked down. I shrugged my shoulders. "She didn't tell me. I don't know.....", I just said, when suddenly the bathroom door opened and Harry's sister came out. Hesitantly, she looked up at me and when she saw I was still a brunette, her eyes widened and she stopped as if rooted to the spot.

"Everything alright?", Niall asked her when she walked in. Gemma nodded. "It has been a long day and tomorrow we will fly back again. I'm going to go to bed now - would you like to come with me ... El?," she continued. Then she took me by the hands and pulled me off the chair. We said good night to each other.

We were sitting in the reception, our suitcases all packed and the travelling bag was lying at our feet. We sat on a brown couch, patterned with old pink flowers, waiting for the boys to catch us here in the main house of the complex. I looked at my mobil and wrote Kate a reply.

 Whassup? What are they like? Are you ok?, she had written to me.

Everything's fine, they're... They're quite nice. I'm doing okay, except everything's really complicated right now.

OK, so that' good to hear. What are you doing right now?

Waiting for 1D + staff to take us to the airport.

You leaving already?

That's what it looks like. I had also imagined it differently.

In that moment, I saw the glass doors open automatically and the five of them came in. I quickly let my mobile phone disappear into my trouser pocket. Before that, I had typed in a good-bye sentence and exchanged it for the iPhone with the glittering protective cover. "Hey, sweetie", I heard Louis calling and saw him coming towards me. "Hello", I greeted him and he pulled me into a hug. Somehow I had the feeling that he wanted to kiss his Eleanor. So I quickly let go of him, because I really didn't want that.

"What's wrong with you?", he asked me in astonishment and looked straight into my green-brown eyes. "Nothing", I only said and avoided his gaze. "I'm just happy to finally come home..." With these words we walked out of the door together, through which the seven of us fit in a row.

"Thank you", Gemma whispered into my ear during the bus ride to the airport. "Thank you for what?" I whispered back. "That you changed your mind. I really appreciate it." "Of course. However, I still do not quite know what to make of the whole situation." "Really... why?" " Because you asked me to let it drop. I have lied to you to some extent and I don't quite understand how you can be so confident again. You seemed pretty sure that I - that we - could not go through with it.." "I guess I just thought to much." "Maybe..." I mumbled, thinking the subject had passed. I was thinking about what my 'new' home would look like. "But one more thing," I heard Gemma say beside me and I cringed for a moment. "Yes?", I asked, trying to appear friendly and not a bit annoyed by the questions. "Please try a little harder to make it look like you are in love with Louis." I looked at her distraught. "Excuse me?!" "You should have seen the boys' faces when you and Louis met at the airport earlier. Today you might have been able to talk your way out of it by saying that you're completely done, but tomorrow or the day after that won't work anymore.If things continue the way they are now, they'll soon get suspicious." "A-ha." But I didn't want to be in love with Louis. Eleanor was his girlfriend. Not me.

"Are you going to your parents' place or are you coming with me?", Louis asked me when we arrived in London and were now standing in front of the airport, the others already gone. "To my parents...", I murmured. In the first place I thought of my real parents, of course, but then I realised that Louis meant Eleanor's parents. My temporary parents. It felt strange to play an important person in a completely strange family for a while. Especially since I didn't know anything about the family and how long I should play that role. But before I could change my mind, Louis came up to me. "All right, guwaa I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed me on the cheek and turned around.

"Louis, wait!" I shouted after him and had to hold back from wiping off that kiss. I wanted to listen to Gemma this time. Because I knew she was the one who was right on this. I had to at least pretend to be head over heels in love with Louis. "I've changed my mind. I would love to sleep at your place tonight", I said, when there was no reaction from him. He turned to me and smiled at me crookedly. "This was unexpected. Why the sudden change of opinion?", he asked me with a cheeky grin on his face. "I miss you. I miss you so much. Even though I've been off track all day, I know that the only thing that keeps me here is you. Despite everything that's happened between us." I quickly gave as an explanation. I could hardly accuse any annoying siblings after it had been made clear to me at the concert that Eleanor was an only child. I followed Louis to his car. A small, red Fiat. Pretty modest for a world star.

"Do you feel fit enough to drive your car?" he finally asked me and got in at the passenger door. My car. Wow. As Grace, I had never had a car before because I could hardly afford it with a part-time job and Kate rarely trusted me with her car. Now I had my own. More or less. "Always," I said with a smile. A life as a star's girlfriend had its advantages. He had bought Eleanor the car, hadn't he? I started the engine and could feel it - that adrenaline rush. Then I remembered: I didn't even know where Louis lived. But I couldn't just say that I didn't want to drive after all. "Um...Louis?", I asked hesitantly. "Yeah?", he replied. "I would love to drive, just... ...how can I say this without seeming more absent-minded... ...I forgot the adress to your ... um ..." I was wondering. Villa or flat? A villa, more likely. But why? He didn't even have his own car. Now it got complicated. ".... to your place", I finished the sentence and gave him an embarrassingly touched look. "Again? Oh, Eleanor", Louis laughed. Then he held my mobile phone in front of my nose. "What is GPS for? As far as I know, you saved my address the other day." I smiled again. "Oh yeah, right, totally.", I murmured and put my iPhone in the holster. The address had already been entered (it said LOUIS <3 next to it) and now all I had to do was listen to the voice leading me the way.

So finally I parked at the roadside and got out. I looked around questioningly. Where would he live there? Blocks of flats, apartment complexes and even more shops. And right in the centre of London. At that moment, Louis grabbed me by the hand and took me with him. I clung my hand firmly to his, as I was afraid of getting lost here. Because there they were - paparazzi, fans and - no overview.