Millions of Lies (A One Direction Fanfic)

Lie #2: My Identity was Fake

I looked up at him again. I looked into those blue eyes, the intensity that radiated from them caused all those memories to flood back into my mind. All the lies I told, I was a horrible person and it took breaking a heart for me to realize that. 

P.S The almighty himself in the picture to the right of your screen.

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I heard the deafening noise of the alarm clock and woke up with a jolt. I still wasn't use to this damn technology. I opened my eyes slowly letting my pupils adjust to the bright sunlight. I still couldn't believe all of this was real. The linen covers, the bed, the clean clothes and of course the million dollars. 

I sighed and got up the pant cuffs of my silk pyjamas falling onto my toes. I pushed my feet into some warm comfy slippers, embracing the warmth. The sun shone through my hotel room and I heard a beep. My heart raced and I jumped a bit that's when I realized it was a cellphone, I mean my cellphone. I still had to get used to all this technology. 

I crept up slowly to the phone. It was flashing red, which was pretty scary since, I was only receiving a text message. I pressed some buttons and the phone unlocked. The sender was anonymous but the message was clear. 

Niall's at the Tower of London. Get dressed and go there. 

I sighed again it'd be better if I just got the million dollars for free. See, for all that money I had to make Niall Horan my boyfriend, I barely knew who he was other than he was famous. Last night I had spent reading about him on some crazy complicated device; a computer or something I really wasn't used to machines like that so, I ended up going to the library. To me his life was a clichéd version of some fairytale. 

I hopped in the shower. It was so good to be clean again and not have to worry about food or money anymore. 

"Aaah!" I moaned, "The luxuries of the rich."

I got changed into some outfits I had been given earlier and brushed through my hair. I applied some paint, I mean make-up or whatever this gunk was using some pictures and diagrams that I had printed out last night. See, being rich came with luxuries I couldn't afford but being poor came with perks that I only knew. 

I slipped out of the washroom examining my room for all the things I needed to bring. I slung a bag over my shoulder which contained the phone with the Niall messages and another phone for any other emergencies. It also contained a wallet with maybe, around a hundred dollars. I wasn't used to travelling with a bag so, I had nothing else to bring but a previously stuffed napkin. 

I walked out of the hotel, the key in my hand. With each step I took had a little bounce of energy more than the other. I guess a million dollars changes a girls day.

Walking through the hallway I found the elevators, I pushed the button and waited for it. Jumping in I took the next cab to The Tower of London where I was met with a ton of British people. Ugh! I always hated crowds.

Putting my chin high in the air strutted towards the tower. Searching through unfamiliar faces I found a blonde haired boy with sunglasses, taking a wild guess I made my way there. Still strutting I grabbed a  drink from the nearest vendor and made my way near his group. If I executed my plan properly I would get him to notice me, then phase number one complete. 

I peered at him through my brown sunglasses as I walked past him. I intentionally bumped into some overweight man and accidentally teetered a bit too much on my heels causing my drink to go flying in the direction of a certain blonde haired boy.