Paint Me a Picture

Chapter 3 - Failed Explanations

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"No," I said, biting my lip hesitantly. I glanced at Niall, my green eyes piercing, "We weren't kicked out of Nandos." I said confidently. 

Riya glanced at me, her eyebrows scrunched together. "What are you talking about Annette? We did get kicked-" she blabbed, obviously, not thinking.

I slapped my hand on her mouth before she could say anything else, and threw Niall a fake smile. "No, we didn't." I said through clenched teeth, glaring at Riya in the midst. It was clear that she wasn't following my lead, and I was sure that Niall was going to see right through us, more specifically her.

Her eyes widened as she glanced at him, finally understanding the plan. She started to laugh fakely, "Ahhhh, that's right, we didn't get kicked out of Nandos," she laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye for emphasis.

I glanced at the ground and sighed.  I was sure my cheeks were flaming. I mentally reminded myself to never go to sign up for acting classes with Riya, she was rubbish at that, that was for sure. The girl couldn't act to save her life.

I threw a quick glance at Niall, and thankfully, he seemed to be nodding to what she was saying. "Alright then," he said, "I believe you. You both just look almost exactly like the two in the video that Paul showed us. Speaking of which, they still are looking for the two girls" he said cheerfully, signing his name on the paper.

I could feel the heat rise up to my cheeks. Paul must've been the bodyguard that Riya accused of rape. I laughed uncertainly, "That wasn't us," I answered shiftily, avoiding eye-contact.

I could tell that Riya had the same thought running through her mind, as she too, was silent.  

He shook his head, "Sorry for not believing you. And who should I make this signature out to?" he asked, glancing towards me.

I debated whether or not to give my real name. If their bodyguards were looking for us, I wasn't going to make it easier for them. I finally decided to give him my real name as it was probably going to be one of the only times I could meet a famous person, and I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. "Annette," I told him.

Niall stopped writing on the piece of paper, and he glanced at me, his bright blue eyes deep in thought. "I've heard that name too," he said, glancing at the two of us thoughtfully.

I let out a nervous chuckle, and shook my head, "Annette is quite a common name. You've probably heard it before." I said, crossing my fingers for good luck. I knew that Annette wasn't exactly a common name here in England, but as Niall was from Ireland, he didn't know that, or at least, that's what I hoped.

Niall watched me intensely, and I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks. "What's your last name?" he asked. 

"Moreau," I said quietly. There was no hiding it from him now. He could always ask 'Paul' what my last name was. I knew the security guard would've remembered me.

His eyes widened with recognition as he glanced at me, "You were kicked out of Nandos with your friend right?" he said, his eyes flickering towards Riya, who was now gaping longingly at the other members of One Direction.

I nodded slowly, deciding that I might as well tell the truth. Honesty was the best policy, or something like that.

Niall shook his head, "I can get you back in there if you want to. It's terrible that you aren't able to eat there again," he said, closing his eyes in horror, probably wondering what it felt like to be kicked out of Nandos. I recalled Riya mentioning something about his obsession with the restaurant, when she was reading a gossip magazine, and I was painting.

I flashed him a smile, wanting to feel grateful that I wasn't kicked out of Nandos. "Thanks," I said happily.

"Your holding up the line," a fan behind us rudely said, glaring at the two of us.

I had half a mind to turn around and yell at her irritably, but I knew that I would receive the attention of the security guards, and that's something I don't want. Instead, I grimaced, and glanced at Niall, "Sorry. I have to-" and with that being said, a fan shoved us to Louis, who was coincidentally sitting next to him.

Louis smiled at us, "Hello ladies," he said, giving us a brief glance. "Do you want me to sign this?" he asked, pointing at the paper that Riya was holding.

I glanced at Riya, who looked as if she was going to faint. "I LOVE ELEANOR!" she screamed loudly. After realizing what she had, she blushed, and mumbled something about carrots.

I laughed, amused by what she said about Eleanor. I remembered the conversation that we had on the way to Westfield Stratford City, about her loving Danielle and Eleanor.

Louis gave her an amused glance, "So do I," he laughed, scribbling his name on the piece of paper. "Say, what's your name?" he asked, glancing at the two of us.

"Riya Daniels!" Riya screamed, fangirling for a moment.

I raised an eyebrow at her, before shaking my head, and glancing at Louis, "Annette Moreau." I answered.

"I've heard those names before," Louis said, scrunching up his eyebrows, glancing at the two of us thoughtfully.

"Damn it," I swore under my breath. My luck was at a complete zero. After the incident at Nandos, I wanted to forget about it, but it's obviously coming back to haunt me. Karma was a bitch.

Louis looked amused, "Say, are you the two-"

"Yes, we got kicked out of Nandos," I snapped at him, not even caring that I was being incredibly rude.

Louis seemed confused, "I was going to say the two that were holding up the line," he answered slowly.

I was sure that my cheeks were bright red. "I'm sorry," I said awkwardly. "That was pretty rude."

Riya slapped my shoulder, "Yes Annette, that was pretty rude," she said, narrowing her eyes at me, shocked that I was rude to the famous singer.

I rolled my eyes, and scanned the crowd, while Riya eagerly made use of Louis's attention. I spotted security guards roaming the crowds, keeping the screaming fans at bay.

I spotted a balding man dressed in black, keeping the crowd away from the singers. He turned away from the crowd and glanced at Louis, "All right there?" he asked.

Louis nodded cheerfully, "Just talking to these lovely ladies right here," he said, winking at the two of us. Riya became a giggling mess, and my face turned pale. I was sure the man had recognized us.

Paul glanced at the two of us, recognition flashing in his eyes. His lips turned into a tight line, and he glared at us. "Are you Riya Daniels and Annette Moreau? The two that were kicked out of Nandos?" he asked.

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Lol, again? Poor Annette.

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