Let's Play Pretend [Niall Horan AU]

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I have a headache so imma go sleep now. Haven't edited it but I've read the thing about 15 times so hopefully I haven't fucked up anywhere hahah

A

Niall was driving down to what I could assume was his manager's office. He had given me zero context on where we were going. All I know was someone else was waiting for us and I think it's his manager.

As I had guessed, he parked in front of his manager's office building. He didn't even bother to wait for me as he got out and walked away. I got out and followed him. I haven't been to his manager's office before so I don't know this place. He, thankfully, held the elevator for me.

Once we reached his manager's office, he walked in without a care or respect for the man.

"The fuck did you want?" Niall asked, sitting down. This guy really doesn't give a fuck that this man is the reason he has his job.

"You have an award show to attend," Trevor started.

"Yeah and I'm supposed to take her. Don't fucking tell me you called the two of us to say that shit," Niall groaned in annoyance.

"Shut the fuck up man. You have to confirm that you both are engaged and you have to fucking act like it. Now I wanted to go over how you'd subtly confirm your engagement. We've got a couple reporters who'd ask you certain questions," he said. "Please sit, Alexa," he smiled when he saw that I was still standing.

"Alexandria," I corrected him. He's not my friend, not even an acquaintance. I don't want him overusing my nickname.

"Alexandria. My bad," he said. I sat down and Trevor pulled out a whole bunch of paper.

"So tell me, how long have you been together?" He asked.

"A year now," I said with a smile, trying to get into character. I hate that I have to be someone I'm not.

"Have some kind of chemistry. You both can't sit like rocks and expect people to believe this," he said, waving his hand around the two of us. I grabbed Niall's hand and even though he didn't want to he held my hand.

"Alright then. So how's your living status?" He asked.

"We're looking for a house to move into," I answered.

"Wonderful. Niall you answer some too. Have you meet each other's families?" He asked.

"Oh I met her mum and dad to ask him for permission. And her sibling are just the best," Niall said, over exaggerating his words.

"My mum's dead," I reminded him. He took a second and bit his lip.

"I met her dad," he corrected himself.

"Don't fuck up like this with the reporters," he warned.

"Sorry sheesh. I forgot," Niall shrugged nonchalantly. Trevor went over some more of the questions we'd be asked in the award show, which I didn't even know I was attending until today.

The week flies by and all of the sudden I'm being rung up early in the morning by none other than Andrew.

"You have to get ready. Go to the address I sent you and they'll get you ready," he instructed. I groaned wistfully, literally crawling out of bed. I got myself somewhat presentable and went to the venue he'd asked me to go to. Obviously the second I step foot in the place I was being pushed around like a rag doll to get me ready for the upcoming award show.

Multiple brushes pressed into my delicate skin, coating it in varieties of make up products. Hands tangled themselves in my hair as they designed them in intricate shapes. The makeup artist bought a bright red lipstick towards me and I stopped her.