Hopelessly, Completely, Fallen. {Narry, Lilo.}

Chapter FOUR WOOOO

Okay. SOOOOO sorry about the slow updates. I promise I'll try harder! >.> Okay. So. Chapter four. I was listening to Merry Christmas Kiss My Ass by All Time Low and I Just Wanna Run by the Downtown Fiction. Weird combo. Good songs though. ANYWAY, ENJOY.

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“So, here’s how it’s goin’ down.” Louis was talking in a southern accent, or at least trying to.

“We get Beibs and Nialler’s relationship played up a bit, but nothing too much, or management will be pissed.”

“Um..so we’ll be...in a relationship...?” Niall mumbled, starting to regret his decision to partake in the mess.

“Hell no! I mean, I guess it’ll get there eventually, but for now we’re just getting Hazza riled up.” Louis and Justin smirked simultaneously, and Niall would be lying if he said it wasn’t creepy.

“So we can start today, then!” Justin chimed in, standing. “I’ll get dressed!”

“Wait-wh-” Niall stuttered, all coherent thoughts fleeing his mind.

“Don’t worry Nialler! This’ll be fun!” Louis slung an arm around Niall’s shoulder lazily.

“I’m not even..” The younger placed his head in his hands in frustration. “How long does this have to last? I just want to back to the way things were.”

Louis frowned, but said nothing as he enveloped Niall into a warm hug.

“C’mon, I’m not that bad a date, am I?” Justin joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, it’s just, you were-are-one of my idols, and it’s really strange to be-” Niall’s face lit up, a beautiful shade of crimson. “dating one of my idols.”

“Well, there’s a first for everything. Now c’mon, we’ve got appearances to make, starting with one of my signings.” Justin proceeded to drag Niall to his room, digging through his drawers. “Which means you need to get changed.”

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Niall Horan centric P.O.V

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They ended up going through 8 pairs of skinny jeans, 5 shirts, 2 cardigans, and 17 pairs of shoes before deciding on a light blue tee with a tan cardigan thrown lazily on top, with darker beige chinos and dark brown converse with a blue stripe running down the top.

“Thank carrots you guys are ready! You take forever!” Louis let out an exasperated sigh.

“Well I couldn’t decide with the cardigan you know, because he really fits them well, but the pants were-”

“I get it, I get it!” Louis lept up and headed toward the door. “Ready to go Nialler?”

Niall nodded, fidgeting with his shirt uncomfortably.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh hush, it’ll be fine. Let’s go!” Justin grabbed Niall’s hand, entwining their fingers as they headed out the door. “Tom, with me!”

A redheaded security guard nodded, following silently after his employer as they walked downstairs, where screaming fans were awaiting. As they arrived at the table, Justin stood on it, holding his hands out to silence them. After a few seconds, a majority quieted down.

“Hey everybody! How you all doing?”

A loud chorus of ‘Good’ and ‘Great’ rang out.

“Good! Well, I’m here to sign whatever, but no body parts please! Also, my good friend Niall Horan-” Screams rang out at his name, “From One Direction is also here to sign some things for you.”

The screaming intensified as Justin got down from the table, smiling at his Irish friend.

“Ready Nialler?”

All he could do was nod as he took a seat next to the Canadian boy. Fans soon started appearing, surprisingly single-filed, with all sorts of CD’s and Shirts to be signed.

“Hey sweetheart.” Niall grinned at a girl who had come up to him, holding out a picture of him and the boys.

“H-hi.” She blushed a bit.

Looking down at the photo, Niall’s smile cracked a little. It was from when they were on Ellen, and he had been piggybacking on Harry.

“What’s your name, babe?”

“Rae. Rae Clores.” She grinned in the slightest. “Niall, where’s Harry?”

The bottle blonde froze for the briefest of moments, and Justin looked at him worriedly.

“He’s, um, back at the hotel. I thought I’d hang out with Justin today is all.”

Rae seemed happy with the answer, and taking the now autographed picture, moved down to the brunette, sending a cheeky wink at Niall.

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The rest of the signing went fairly well, though halfway through, Bieber had slipped his hand under the table and held Niall’s comfortingly. It didn’t go unnoticed. They later headed to Nandos, per request of Niall, and had a lovely chat about the types of fans.

“There’s always the really sweet ones too,” Niall pointed out, defending them. “Not all of them are insane.”

“True. But there’s also the really creepy ones. I once found a girl peeping through my window on a ladder for goodness sakes. She was watching me eat lunch, apparently.”

Niall laughed heartily at that one, reaching for the check. At the same time, the brunette had also gone for it, and his hand lingered on Niall’s for the briefest moment.

“What’re you doing?” Niall hissed, noticing the gathering fans.

“Sticking to the plan, remember?” He rolled his eyes and pulled his hand back. “It’s not going to hurt anyone.”

“Right. Well, let’s just get this taken care of and hit the sack, I’m tired.”

“I second that.”

So, after the bill was paid, Justin dropped Niall off at his flat, and while making sure the fans were watching, placed a quick peck on the Irishman’s cheek. Niall’s cheeks flamed, but he gave him a brief hug and scrambled into the house.

“Hey Ni, how’d it go?” Louis appeared from the kitchen, munching on a carrot. Surprise, surprise.

“Um, it was uh good. I guess.”

“What was good?” Zayn had wandered into the living room, flopping down onto the coach.

“Uh-nothing really. Just did a signing with Justin is all.” Niall was horrible at lying to Zayn, not so much the others.

“Oh? That’s it?” Zayn threw him a questioning glance over his shoulder as he flicked on the telly.

“Yeah.” Louis cut him off. “You must be tired, so let’s get you to bed, yeah Nialler?”

The blonde gulped, nodding as he headed up the stairs.

“Night Niall! I expect details tomorrow, Tommo.” Zayn sent a wicked smirk their way, before turning his attention to the football game.

“Don’t worry.” Louis assured him. “Zayn won’t figure it out.”

Zayn just kept on smirking.

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