Zayn Malik
Louis had a limo sent for Eleanor. She beamed as I met her on the sidewalk. "A white limo and a great dress," she grinned. "You look lovely." "Eleanor, you look fabulous," I told her. She looked incredible. Her long brown hair was pulled into a bun with tendrils hanging down beside her cheeks, her dark green dress flared out just below her knees, the brown heels she wore were shiny and complemented the ensemble. Her make up looked impeccable as well. "You're flawless," I said. "Oh stop," she swatted at my arm. "Let's go spend some money." We mostly chatted about fashion on our way to the Armani Exchange. Our conversation turned to girl talk when Eleanor asked me how Harry and I were doing. "Oh, El, I haven't heard from him today," I looked at my hands in my lap. "Have another glass
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