Halo.

Ummm..

Ummm.. What??

Michelle's POV:

I stood there. My hands shaking, I turned to look at Niall his face a startling shade of pale white. My eyes flickered down, and suddenly my scuffed heeled boots became the most interesting thing on earth.

"Are we disturbing something?" Said curly locks raising up his eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face.

Cocky bastard.

"I..uh..me and.. Uh Niall are friends.." Wow great Michelle! You deserve a Oscar, for being the most crappy actress ever.

"We're cousins!" Niall blurts out, obviously not thinking before he was speaking. We have no similarities! Looks and personality, other then the fact that we both wanted to kill ourselves.

"Look, Niall I know when you lie and that's you lying right there, so be out blunt." I tug in my sleeves even more, as the one in the middle speaks. Sassy much? Niall's mouth flings open in shock, at how quickly his mate could register that he was lying.

"So what's going on with you and Niall?" One of the boys spoke, he looked directly at me. I think this one was Liam, the one who cut his hair. It was growing out and looked quite good. In fact all of these boys were good looking, I said registering their faces as they intently stared back and forth, from me to Niall trying to figure out what was going on between us.

Well let me tell you they won't ever find out. I am determined on that.

I looked at one standing, well more like smushed against the wall. His hair was slick and jelled back in quiff, his eyes stood out the most.

Dark and sexy, his eyes oozed with concentration.

He perfectly fit the description of 'Tall, Dark and Handsome'. I swear if Niall wasn't as fit as he is, I might've fallen for any other one of these boys. But no one can lie Niall was pretty damn fit.

British banter. Pardon me.

I look at Niall, I knew this wasn't going to end well, it'll probably end in a pity party. Please come up with a sufficient lie...please. I plead in my brain to exactly who? No one. I don't believe in god.

"You.. see me.. and, uh Michelle are...like sort of, um... going out..." Niall stumbles upon every word a he speaks. I hide my gasp, and tug on my braid. Two of the boys stand their with smirks that almost screamed out 'I knew it!' Whilst the other two stand there with genuine 'we're happy for you' smiles. I force a smile, trying to convince them it's true.

"Well we'll leave you guys to whatever you were doing." Said curly as he winked at Niall.

No....

The door closes quietly, as each lad wakes out. I spin on my heel, towards Niall. My eyes shooting daggers at him and my brain killing him. "Are you joking?!" I exclaim anger running through my veins, this boy was going I get it. Celebrity or no celebrity.

"Look, the boys know me too well. They know how shy I am with the opposite gender. They believe us, no point of lying about it. Let it be." He sighs.

"Well how am I- wait let me correct myself how are 'you' going to explain this to the boys?" I said tugging my shirt out of sheer anguish.

"Just leave that to me, I'm going to need your number." He sees my raised eyebrow and frustrated look. "Just in case, I need to inform you about anything." He adds on. I signal for him to hand me his phone, he reaches to the back pocket of his baggy jeans. Grabbing a pristine condition iPhone 5. I muffle my gasp, I was still stuck with a crappy iPhone 3! I type on my number and name myself with a simple Michelle. Nothing additional.