Let's Play Pretend [Niall Horan AU]

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I'm making some brownies heheh

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"So you two, without Trevor and I convincing you, went on a date?" Andrew asked. I was sat with him and I mistakenly mentioned my brief visit to Niall's house.

I sighed at his comment.

"It wasn't a date. He offered me breakfast and I took it," I said.

"Yeah but it's going to look like a date," he said.

"Is there a problem with that? We're fucking engaged, aren't we?" I scoffed.

"No, there isn't a problem. Just don't actually start dating. We've got the break up articles ready," he said.

"You're not actually getting us married right? I hope you're just saying that bullshit to the world," I said.

"No. No we aren't. We don't have that control over your lives," he said. Bullshit. If he wanted he could make me marry anyone because, 'contract'.

"Also there's like five months of this shit skit left. You really prepared it this early?" I said.

"Everything is planned in the entertainment industry," he said.

"Whatever. We don't like each other. We actually hate each other. We can just about tolerate each other," I said.

"That's too many 'each other' in one sentence. Well you were supposed to be seen out with him today but I guess you already did that earlier in the week," he said.

"So I don't have to?" I asked, sitting up. I mean, Niall's wonderful and all, absolutely delightful to be around, but I can't stand the guy. He's done nice things for me but I still am not the most fond of him.

"You have to. The more publicity the better," he shrugged.

"Bloody hell," I mumbled under my breath. Andrew's phone started ringing and he picked it up.

"Hello... Yeah... I already told Alexa... He what? ... Well go check then... ah fuck... I'll have Alexa go then," he said.

"Have me do what?" I asked.

"Go to Niall's house. He's not picking his phone up," he said.

"Can't you have one of his friends check on him?" I asked.

"Do as your said, Alexandria," He said strictly. I got up angrily and drove to Niall's house. Now I'm babysitting him? I hate this. I knocked on his door maybe shy of a hundred times and not one sound was heard.

I decided to just try the lock and thankfully, to my luck, he hadn't locked the door. I walked into his house only to be hit with such a strong stench of alcohol and cigarettes. I immediately coughed from the change in air.

I saw a leg dangling from the couch and I walked over to the couch to find Niall, face down on his couch. He was drunk from the looks of it, completely knocked out. I wrapped my hand around his leg and gave a small tug.

"Niall. Niall," I said, pushing a little harder. He just groaned, didn't even bother moving his body.

"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath. I set my bag down and went to stand in front of him. I managed to turn him over, with a lot of effort of course. He just groaned yet again and swatted my hand.

"Niall! Wake up," I said, raising my voice. His eyes ever so slowly fluttered open. His shiny blue green eyes were completely drowned out by the redness of his sclera. His eyes were brimming with tears. He shut his eyes and was about to turn away.