Riley’s POV
“So you mean to tell me that Americans have a holiday dedicated to just eating?” Niall said.
I sighed. “Well, technically yes. But Thanksgiving is so much more than that. It’s about being thankful for everything you have. The food, football, and great shopping deals are just a bonus.”
“So, it’s a holiday about eating,” Niall stated.
“Fine. Yes, it’s a holiday about eating,” I conceded, knowing that Niall was never going to drop his point. “So, why are you calling me again?”
“Well, we were about to go out to the clubs and Harry told me to call you because he was still getting ready.”
“Got it. Well sorry, but I’m in for a night of Chinese food and chick flicks by myself.”
“Lame. So, tell me why aren’t we having Thanksgiving?”
“Because you’re not American,” I stated.
“Oh come on Riley I really-” Niall’s voice was cut off by me ending the call. I did not want to hear him beg me for Thanksgiving dinner so that he can stuff his face. My phone started to ring again. I almost hit the ignore button when I saw Harry’s face light up my screen.
“Hello.”
“That was so rude of you. I can’t believe you did that,” Niall complained.
I groaned. “Are you serious, Niall? I thought this was Harry calling me!”
“I know. That’s why I did it, obviously. But as I was saying-”
“Niall. What are you doing with my phone?” I heard Harry yell through the phone, explaining why Niall was cut off.
“Oi. No need to shout. I was trying to convince your girlfriend that we should have Thanksgiving.”
I winced at Niall’s use of girlfriend. Harry and I hadn’t exactly defined the relationship yet. In fact, we hadn’t spoken much since the movie premiere. He was busy with work and, frankly, so was I. But the magazines were making good work of the pictures of Harry and me from the event. They already assumed we were dating; they were just questioning how long it’d been.
“Niall but we aren’t in America,” Harry stated, his voice muffled through the phone.
“That doesn’t mean we don’t have anything to be thankful for,” Niall stated.
“Hey. Remember me? Yeah, I’m still on the phone. Can I please speak to Harry?” I asked, aggravated.
“Jeez who pissed in your Cheerios?” Niall questioned. I heard a thump then Harry’s voice.
“Sorry about him,” Harry said.
“You hit him didn’t you? That’s what that thump was.”
“Yeah, well, he deserved it. Now what’s wrong?”
I sighed. “Nothing. Just work stress and the fact that Niall was driving me crazy.”
Harry laughed. “He tends to have that effect on people. So this Thanksgiving thing,” he started.
I shook my head. These boys were relentless. “Fine. Thursday it is.”
“Cool.” I heard him shout the news to Niall, who let out a cheer of victory.
“I’m not making this all by myself. Got it Curly?”
“Noted. So, you coming out with us tonight?”
“Sorry, can’t. I got a date already.”
Harry paused. “Oh, yeah? With who?”
“Justin Timberlake over a Chinese dinner.”
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Deception (One Direction)
FanfictionDeception: The art of causing someone to believe something that is not true, in order for one's personal gain. They're both playing their games of deception. The Question: Will they both survive the burns from the fire that they're playing with?
