Millions of Lies (A One Direction Fanfic)

Lie #3: I Like Going to Museums (Not.)

I woke up in my hotel room, distressed. I hadn't slept all night because of this stupid deal I had agreed to. A million dollars sure came with a whole lot of catches.

I stretched my arms backwards feeling the pull in my muscles. I stood up walking towards my dresser and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like Einstein on drugs, ugh! My hair was a birds nest and don't even get me started on my clothes. Tired last night I had worn a t-shirt on backwards and pants inside out. 

"Ew!" I stated to myself. 

I walked into my bathroom and tamed my birds nest before starting my daily shower routine. I went through the entire make-up process.

"If only I wasn't stuck in all the complications of the rich." I sighed to myself complaining as usual. 

After readying myself for the meet with Niall. I sat down on my bed reflecting on life. Okay that's a lie. I was just finishing up a quick game on temple run. See, I was playing all last night. The game is unfortunately very addicting. I was almost beating my high score until I realized it was two in the morning so, I helplessly paused the game for tomorrow. 

I slid my finger downwards on the screen, sliding under a tree at the very last minute.

"Muhaha!" I laughed evilly to myself, "You darn monkey's will never get me!" Yeah I called them monkeys, cause I'm cool like that. 

After making it to twelve million, I know I'm skilled. I chucked the phone into the same bag I had yesterday and removed the Niall phone from my pocket. I saw my led blinking red and swiped my finger up the screen to read the message.

Niall texted you.

The three words every fangirling directioner would want to hear. Sucker! Cause that girl was me. I switched phones once again opening another new text message. Two text messages, jeez I was popular. 

Hey Faith! Meet me at Pizza Express. We'll walk from there. :)

I rolled my eyes at his cheesy smiley face before once again chucking the phone into my bag. I skipped very awkwardly in heels to the elevator where some pervert wouldn't stop giving me funny looks. Seriously, it was creepy. 

Hailing a cab I stepped inside. Tucking my legs and purse in I shut the door with a slam. I saw the cab driver give me some funny looks too and I scrunched up my eyes in confusion.

"Keep your eyes to yourself!" I said angry.

"But m'am." He started. I raised up a hand to stop him and he shut his mouth. "Where to?"

"Pizza Express." I stated once again opening a new game of temple run while making some quick upgrades. 

As I played on my phone I could see through the corner of my eye the driver continuing to glance at me. I shot him a cold glare just as we got there. 

"Twenty three dollars." He said holding his hand out. I scoffed digging through my new Louis Vuitton purse. 

"Here." I said stiffly, turning off on my heel. 

I marched towards the red Pizza Express sign, hearing the cluck of my heels as I walked. I saw people eyeing me through my peripheral vision. Was I really that gorgeous? Or was there something on my face. Quickly I took out a compact mirror from my bag. My face was perfect, I must say I looked hot. 

Ignoring the looks I walked into the restaurant, my eyes searching for a certain blond haired man. At the back of the restaurant in what was more a secluded area I saw the boy sitting with his back facing the front. Striding up confidently to him I tapped his shoulder.

"Monsieur Niall Horan." I said with a ridiculous French accent.

He seemed startled at first but regained his composition. "Faith? Sit down." He gave me a sly smirk ushering me to the seat in front of him.

I dropped my bag onto the seat first before sitting down myself.

"So, what's on the menu?" I asked feeling my stomach rumble. I looked up to see Niall staring at me oddly, a bit below my neck.

"Uh...Niall." I stated awkwardly, "Is there something on my shirt?" I looked down to see my v-neck shirt more than halfway down my chest, my breasts almost fully exposed. 

Awkwardly I pulled my shirt up distracting myself with the menu in front of me. Luckily only my ears prickled red.

"Sorry about that." I mumbled. I looked up for a quick second to see Niall beet red. Well, this was awkward. 

"So, what do you want to eat? On me." He recomposed himself while beaming at me. 

"Hawaiian pizza is delicious." Okay I had never really eaten pizza before and I had no idea what Hawaiian Pizza was. Yes, yes I lied to him again. 

"Okay I'll order that." I watched him call over a waiter and tell him our orders. The waiter looked like I wannabee of Josh Hutcherson. I peered up at him and he flashed me a winning smile along with a wink.

I caught Niall's eyes and saw that he was turning a little red. A) Washroom B) Jealous C) Hot. I was going with jealous for now, that meant my plan was working.

"Niall." I purred while stroking his arm seductively.

"Hmm..." He looked up for a brief second and started smiling once he saw my face. "Sorry." He mumbled with a smile. 

In another fifteen minutes the pizza arrived and we ate hungrily. Their was minimal talking but I did catch Niall glancing at me often. After the pizza plate was left in crumbs we got up. Niall paid hastily and grabbed my hand. We ran outside stopping after two blocks.

"What's the rush, Niall?" I cooed at him. 

"Uh! Let's head out. I know this good museum we can go to." I still noticed his face getting red but followed him to the museum reluctantly. 

The rest of the time was spent me following him around the museum pretending to like each artifact he showed me. Also I kept cooing, purring and grabbing his arm, not seductive at all. 

Second phase of the plan was now complete. Being the stupid girl I was at that time I never pondered what would happen if Niall didn't fall for me. I guess I just expected it, you know like a girl taking ice cream for granted every day. I was that little girl that day who expected Niall to be mine in a week, too bad things were more complicated than that. I shuddered at the thought if I didn't get Niall to fall for me then I would most likely die, or be shot in the head either of those were better than going back on the streets. 

A/N: Thanks to everyone who is eagerly awaiting my update and sorry for the late update. Three words: Too much school!