Faking it

part 10.

I shot out of bed faster than a bullet out of a loaded gun. WHAT? Where did this even come from? I’ve barely talked to Niall, and he drops this on me? What the fuck is going on?

Me: umm, why?

I don’t even know what to say; I mean I do owe him because he was my ‘excuse’ as to why I thought of even break up with Case (even though he doesn’t know it). I just don’t know why me? And why does he need a girlfriend in the first place.

Niall: long story, but please Macy, you are the only girl I could come up with to be able to fake it with me

Oh hell. This better be a good fucking story. And with all this faking I’ve been doing I might as well be a fucking actress.

Me: when do I start? Lol

I am probably going to regret this.

Niall: right now.

As soon as I read the message, I get a knock on my door.

I open it and there is Niall, standing in my door way with a huge smile on his face.

“What’s this ‘long story’ that involves me as your girlfriend?” I question moving aside so he could come in.

“Just pack all your shit, I’ll explain later” he says walking to the kitchen; typical.

“Wha-““GO!” he says loudly with a mouth full of left over pizza.

I pack up all my clothes and complaining the whole time I might add. I had no idea where I was going, I had to leave Audrey here alone, I had to quit my job; so far this sucks ass.

After I packed all my clothes, shoes, make-up, hair products, Niall and I got shoved into a black SUV by a bunch of really big scary guys. Once we were in the car I was getting irritated, because Niall wouldn’t tell me anything. “Why can’t you just tell me where we are going?!” I question, extremely annoyed. He ignores me. Well fuck you too then.

We pull up to the airport and get shuffled into the terminal. Okay, this is ridiculous, I cannot live this way. There are hundreds of teenage girls screaming and… crying? Are they actually crying?! What a bunch of fucking pussies.

We board the private jet; all the other boys are in their own seats on laptop, phones, listening to music and sleeping. I see Harry and we make awkward eye contact. I forgot he would be here. This is gonna be a shitty time. I take a seat beside Niall which is at the very back of the jet, and it’s the only it’s shaped like a long couch, clearly he sleeps a lot.

“So are you gonna tell me what is going on?” I ask again. He takes in a deep breath and turns to me before he speaks. “alright, so I guess when we were saying good bye, a couple months ago someone got a picture of us and our fans this we were dating and I tried saying we were just friends but management thinks we look ‘good’ together so they got me to ask you to be my girlfriend and now we are on our way to America for our tour and you need to be with me.” he finishes, completely out of breath. It felt like my jaw was on the ground. I don’t even know what to say, I mean I am being forced into a relationship with my fuck buddy, who is in a internationally famous British/Irish boyband and I completely hate one of the members. This is a disaster. I knew I would regret agreeing to this.

I finally came out of my daze and slap his arm. “You idiot! Why didn’t you say ‘no we only have sex’?!” I say loud enough for Liam at the front of the plane to look back at us. Niall rubs his arm then looks at the ground. “I’m sorry okay, there was nothing I could do!” he says in a hushed tone. I make a huff noise when I exhale, crossing my arms like a six year old having a tantrum. “oh c’mon Macy, we just need to act like a couple like once a week, that’s it, the rest of the time you can do whatever you want” he states.  Whatever I want eh? So I guess I’ll just be the shit disturber I am and fuck with them the whole time.