metanoia |N.H|

chapter nine.

Ecce

I can't stop thinking about niall.

I was a fucking idiot when i kissed him and now it's too late to undo it. Now all i can think about is how he has the biggest dick i've ever seen.

It was so idiotic of me to consent to that. Now things are going to be awkward, and worst of all i've been called in.

For what? No clue. They just told me to report to the producers office at 3:00 pm sharp. Said i'd get in trouble if i didn't.

Now i'm walking across the set prepared for possibly the worst news of my life. I continue to walk until i find a door with a sign that says 'producer' on it and knock. "Come in!" a voice shouts from inside. I step in and see the the producer and a guy in a hoodie. Harry..? No. He's taller.

I sit down next to him, and i look to see Niall James Fucking Horan. Of fucking course. He probably told on me for sleeping with him or some shit. It was probably his way of telling me i had power over him.

I fucking hate him even more.

"So, you're probably wondering why i called you here on your day off," he said pressing his palms together. "I have a proposition. Hear me out."

"No," Niall and i said immediately. I don't want to do a fucking stunt with the man i hate.

"Listen." The producer said furrowing his eyebrows. "Everyone always expects the two leads to be in a stunt, but no one would suspect the lead and a minor role."

"No. This is absurd," i said getting up.

"You're fired if you don't do it." He said, I sat back down.

"You'll receive a bonus, of course. I just need more people to be riled up for this. This is going to be a major film. It's already getting so much attention because Harry is one of the leads. Now imagine if one of the boys suddenly started dating the lead! It's genius." He said raising his hands up in praise. "You'll receive a bonus, of course. I just need you to keep this stub up for a couple months. Then we'll have you break up and we just need you to send daggers to her date at the premier, Niall."

"Why though. You could have asked Zayn, Louis, or Liam. Why me?" Niall asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

"If you look at her past, she dates blondes. None of the are blondes, except you. It just worked out perfectly," The producer exclaimed.

"So you're telling me because i dated Justin Bieber lookalikes, now i'm stuck with Niall fucking Horan?" I said defensively.

"Yes! Glad i'm getting my point across," he said leaning back in his chair.

"Fine," Niall suddenly spoke. "I'll do it."

"Me too, i guess." I budged. I let out a breath and got up. Niall got up and followed me as i walked out.

"Hey, Ecce," he spoke when i was unlocking my car.

"What?" I said coldly.

"Let's go out for dinner tonight," he said grinning.

"No."

"To get spotted together, idiot. I couldn't give less of a shit about the fact that we slept together," he reiterated at my cold composure.

With that i looked up. "No. Come to my apartment, we'll go to some store and you can stay in the guest room. I am not going to spend more time with you then i have to."

"You realize i was only asking you to dinner, right? You just made a couple hours into all night," he smirked.

Fuck me.

"Suck a dick, Niall." I said opening my car door and getting in. I rolled the window down and spoke, "7 o clock sharp."

He nodded and i drove away.

a/n

another short one but i feel bad about not updating this in over a month.