Beguile

Four

"What happened?!" Marion Moseby the PR stunt manager of One Direction bellowed infuriatingly as he sprayed slobber over Niall's face in anger and irritation. After leaving Dominos in a huff and dropping Julian off at his house, Niall had drove straight to their PR headquarters to notify them what had happened, in hopes they would just brush it off. His hopes were quickly dashed.

Niall flicked the spittle off of his face in disgust. "So what somebody found out about Nulian, who cares? It's not like anybody's going to listen to her, a whiny nobody with a blog nobody reads where she writes raunchy news about celebrities. Besides, I'm a teenage heart throb even if people believed her, they still will be in denial and pretend its fake." Niall said nonchalantly as he rested his white Supra Skytop sneakers ontop of Mr. Moseby's shiny chestnut desk adorned with a picture of Mr. Moseby standing egotistically whilst holding a obnoxiously neon yellow plastic sign that had read in big bold letters (as if we hadn't notice the sign) that had read No Running In My Lobby in the middle of a carpeted hallway of a hotel named The Tipton that he had used to be the manager for before converting over to the "art" of public relations. Niall presumed that Mr. Moseby had only switched over to this field because he was sick of being held responsible for the crazy antics of two twins named Zach and Cody who were permanent residents of the hotel and constantly causing havoc throughout the hotel, affecting everyone around them. After one of the guests had complained about her stay at The Tipton on www.hotelforum.com and how a gorilla wearing a cotton candy pink bikini had managed to break into their hotel room and to add more insult to injury, proceeded to defecate inside of the guest's expensive designer Dolce & Gabanna printed leather shoulder bag, no hotel was willing to take the chance of hiring him and Marion Moseby was ruined in the hotel business. In desperation, Moseby called a couple of connections he had made when he was still the hotel manager of the pristine Tipton that many young and up and coming stars had once stayed in such as Raven Symone who had a surprisingly pleasant stay at the hotel, to get him to the job he had now, as the PR stunt manager of One Direction under the guidance of Modest!Management a well respected artist management company. Did he necessarily enjoy his job? No but it had it's benefits as  all jobs do such as he gets to work with famous stars and get a little peek into the life of an A-Lister which was always very intriguing and different from the norms.

"We can not take any risks this close to the release of the new album. Even though many of the fans supported Larry and Ziam, they will most likely not be fond of Nulian. You know you and Julian's relationship has been made into a meme among the fans. They seem to find the thought of you dating this hairy character very amusing. Also I looked up this 'nobody' you were referring to's blog and apparently she has a very large following of other celebrity obsessed teenagers including many One Direction fans, potentially causing a cancel of album orders. One Direction's whole appeal is the fact that all of you guys are cute and possible to date and you coming out will definitely ruin your brand." Mr. Moseby said matter of factly as if he was reciting it off of a piece of paper. "Also get your  feet off the table, you're scratching up the wood. It's also very impolite. No wonder they needed me to help you out with your reputations." Mr. Moseby had said the last part under his breathe so Niall wouldn't hear because he was still technically his boss.

"Well fuk. What do we do?" Niall said, realizing what a big mistake he had made.

"We're going to have to do some damage control. I want you to drive back to Dominos without Julian this time and take that girl up on her offer. Your going to have to fake date her."

"What? Yeah no way. Is there another way to fix this?" Niall said shaking his head, incredulously that Mr. Moseby would want Niall to do such a thing.

"No, you knew what might happen if you went out in public with Julian. You're a very famous celebrity and somebody was bound to catch you guys 'in the act' Besides, fake relationships are a breeze, all celebrities encounter them at least once in the career whether it's to cover up another incident or promote something of theirs that's coming out soon which both happens to be the case for you. You have no choice but to fake date that girl. It's not like you'll have to get married to her or anything, just go on a couple dates to high profile places, smile and kiss her on the cheek a little when the cameras are watching. As soon as the paparazzi turn around you can drop the act. Ask Harry for tips on how to make fake relationships more realistic, he has a lot of wisdom on this topic."

Niall evaluated all his possibilities before realizing he had to do this.
"Sh!t. I guess you're right. For the sake of the boys and Julian and everybody else who had worked so hard on this album." Niall sighed, dejectedly. He was absolutely horrible at lying and knew that he was eventually going to get called out for this and he knew how much more embarrassing that would be then being in a relationship with somebody commonly mistaken for Hagrid from Harry Potter. He had no other option though, it was either fake date the girl for a little bit, making everybody happy except Niall or ruining everything the boys had worked so hard to achieve making nobody happy not even Niall. What can he say? He's selfless.

As he waved goodbye to Mr. Mosebey, with  a hint of passive aggressiveness in his parting, Mr. Moseby chucked a large packet at Niall who successfully caught it and briefly skimmed through to see that it was titles Fake Girlfriend/Boyfriend Proposal and Contract, a slightly strange and informal title but hey, it got straight to the point which was nice. Usually these type of contracts were written more... well 'fancily' but since this was for a young teenage girl, Marion probably simplified it so it would be easier to understand.

Niall slammed the oak door entrance to Mr. Moseby's office, making a loud BANG as he headed out to the parking garage filled with overly expensive and over the top cars such as a Rolls Royce and a G Wagon (is Kylie Jenner in the building right now? Probably, the Jenners and Kardashians are a very problematic bunch, even more then One Direction.) Niall hopped into his car and headed to Dominos yet again to meet Grace and work out the fake dating proposal.

This is going to be fuking weird.