Tell Me A Lie (1D Fanfic)

Melena's POV:

I woke up this morning, to the sound of One Direction's voices. They were harmonizing perfectly, with their perfect voices. Five really hot guys, singing about how beautiful girls are. They are absolutely perfect. With every strand of hair combed perfectly and all their clothes designed just for them. Any girl in the world could fall for them easily, while they could get any girl they wanted.

But guess what, everyone. I, Melena Phillips, hate (yes, HATE) One Direction.

You may see them as gods, but I see them as the most annoying things on this planet. No one can be THAT perfect.

I picked myself up from my bed, then put my glasses on. I walked into the kitchen, where the dreadful noise was coming from. There stood my father, listening to their latest project.

"Dad, some people wanna sleep you know." I said.

"Well, Mary. I need to listen the boys' latest music. And you, need to wake up, for your summer job at the studio." he said, with his British accent.

I rolled my eyes, but I smiled to myself. I love to write music, so this job was perfect. My dad is none other than Johnny Phillips, one of the biggest songwriters in London. He's written for or collaborated with people like, Leona Lewis, Ed Sheeran, Adele, and yes, One Direction. He is really close with the boys, or at least he says he is.

"Dad, I've lived here for about six months and I always tell you to call me Melena." I said to him. Melena means Mary in Hawaiian. Everyone in Hawaii called me Melena, when I lived there. My parents divorced when I was six, now I'm seventeen. I've lived in Hawaii all my life, but I needed change, mostly to spend time with my dad. But apparently, he can't call me by my nickname, like most parents.

"Well, I named you Mary, and Mary is what I'll call you." he said. "Now, go on."

"Fine." I said, then turned around and went back toward my room.

I got dressed, putting on my Lady Gaga t-shirt on, with black shorts and laced leather boots. I added a beret hat on my head, with a couple of bracelets on my wrist. I put on black mascara, purple eyeshadow, and my contacts.

"Mary! We're gonna be late!" Dad called from the end of the hallway.

I rolled my eyes. "Alright!" I yelled back.

I grabbed my satchel, then took one last glance at myself in the mirror. I grabbed my pink iPhone, then walked out the door.

"Ready?" Dad asked.

"Yup." I said, popping the 'p'. I opened the front door, the walked out. My dad followed, locking the door. I felt the fresh air on my face, smelling the scent of the fresh roses that grew near the porch. "Dad, who knew that you'd grow the best roses. In Hawaii, you could barely grow weeds."

"That can't possibly be true." he said.

"Well, it is. Our house was weed-free for years." I giggled, leaving a small smile appear on his face.

"Just stop blabbing and get in the car." he tried to act serious, but by the way I was laughing, he couldn't help but smile.

"Can I drive?" I asked.

"God, no." he answered.

I sat in the passenger seat, while he sat in the driver's. I buckled my seatbelt, then turned up the radio as soon as he started the car. I can't sit in a car without listening to the radio.

"You don't know you're beautiful. That's what makes you beautiful." the radio blasted, once again the most annoying voices on Earth.

Before I could change the channel, my dad spoke. "Leave it." he said.

I stared at him. "Are you kidding me?"

"What? I happen to have helped write this song." he answered.

"Yes, or the most disgusting people." I mumbled.

"Mary, be nice."

"And again I say, are you kidding me?" This time I was getting annoyed with him for defending them. I mean, they could be tools. And he has to defend them? Oh, chop my head off with a hammer.

"I'm serious, Mary. If you're going to be working with them-"

I interrupted him. "What? I'm going to be working with those losers!" I yelled.

"They're not losers and yes, you are."

"No, I am not!" I refused. "They have ruined my life. Do you know how many girls go up to me asking me if I knew them? I was happy to say no. And now I actually HAVE to know them." I yelled.

Dad yelled over my voice. "You wanted to work at the studio, so you are. You made a commitment, Mary."

I sat back in my seat, with my arms crossed. I stared out the window at the passing scenery, waiting to get to the studio. "Fine."

"Good." he added, concentrating back on the road.

What I said was true. People at school know me as "the girl who's dad works with One Direction". People go up to me for autographs and t-shirts or whatever. I have hardly any girl friends because of this, so I hang out with the guys. Like my boyfriend Josh. He has the same feelings about One Direction as I do. We hate them, which is why I love him so much. That's not the only reason, though.

"And we are here!" Dad said. "Are you excited?"

"Not really." I rolled my eyes.

"Mary, I said be nice."

"Fine." I said, then walked out the door.

"Ello, Philly!" a British voice yelled.

I close my eyes. "Please not them, please not them." I said to myself.

"One Direction. My boys!" My dad yelled.

I turned around and faced the five guys. All eyes were on me, all five staring at me. I stared at my dad, waiting to be introduced.

"Oh! Boys, this is my daughter, Mary." Dad said.

"It's Melena." I interrupted.

"This is Harry, Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn. Also known as..."

"One Direction. I know who they are."

The boys greeted me individually, each shaking my hand. I have to admit, but they are really cute. Especially, Zayn. I never really told anyone that, I actually haven't told myself that. Until now...

Speaking of Zayn, he just kept staring at me. It was really creepy. Even when I wasn't looking at him, I could still feel his eyes seaping into my head.

This is definitely gonna be a long summer.