Tell Me a Lie:A One Direction Fan-fiction

Hey, Tina here. I will update this story every Friday, so don't tell me to update it on a Monday, 'cuz I won't do it. I own nothing, accept my characters. Read, Vote, Comment.

I turn on my radio, and put my One Direction CD, Up All Night, on shuffle.

"Tell me I'm a screwed up mess

That I never listen, listen

Tell me you don't want my kiss

That you need your distance, distance

Tell me anything but don't you say he's what you're missing babyIf he's the reason that you're leaving me tonight

Spare me what you think and

Tell me a lie"

I sing-along and dance, my wavy red-velvet-cupcake hair swinging along my sides, my lean figure moving perfectly to the beat. Then I heard footsteps walking through the door. I turned off my radio, and pretended I was cleaning my room.

"Mary, where are you?" my grandmother asked.

"Up here, Grams." I said.

"What are you doing up there? Come downstairs, I have a surprise for you."

I walked down our maple-wood with a nice decorative railed stairs. I heard bags being dropped on our kitchen island. I walked into the kitchen, with marble counters, a stainless-steel fridge, walk-in pantry, wine cellar, stove, microwave, island, and lots of groceries. I start to put the groceries, when Grams says "No, no, put those down. No work for the birthday girl." Then she gives me a hug.

"Thank you Grams, but even thought it is my birthday, it doesn't mean I have to do nothing all day."

I picked up a box of pasta, cookies, and biscuits, and put them away in the pantry. "Go change out of your nice clothes while I put the rest of these groceries away." I told her.

My Grams is about 70, but is as fit as a 25 year old. She has short, wavy, gray hair, with a new outfit every time I see her. Her skin is pale, and she looks about 50, not 70. She attends the gym every morning, along with my best friend's grandmother.

She listens, and walked to her room. I put everything away, and turned on the TV. I saw One Direction, and turned.

Grams came back down, bringing a card with her. "Happy Birthday, Mary." I took it, sat down on my spot on the couch, and opened it. "Open me", I read, looking at her funny, and continued, "Have a wonderful birthday. Love, Grams." I got up and hugged her.

"Oh, and there is more." she said, and handed me an envelope. I opened it, and see a pair of VIP One Direction tickets in it, the ones where you meet and greet with One Direction.

"Oh, Grams, you didn't have to," I said, hugging her.

"But I wanted to. And, you can take Mikayla with you."

Mikayla is my best friend. She was my only friend. We grew up together, like sisters. I had more friends, but I lost them, after my parents died in a plane crash. They were flying home, and a terrorist attack hit them.

I thanked Grams again, and ran to my room.

"Miki! Guess what!" I said to my blackberry.

"What? Oh, happy birthday girl. What'd you get?" she asked me.

"One Direction tickets. And guess who's coming?"

"Who?"

"You!"

"Yay! Come over. I have a birthday present for you!"

I ran downstairs, telling Grams where I'm going, and walked to Miki's house.

Before I even knocked, the door opened, to Mrs. Wilson. "Good morning Mrs. Wilson." I say to Miki's mother, who looks like an older version of Miki, with long, brown hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin.

"Good morning Mary. Happy Birthday." she said.

"Thank you. May I come in?"

She nodded, and I walked through the door.

I got greeted by a hug. "Oh, Mar, you're 18! YAY!" says Miki. She has long, brown hair, like her mom's, but she has blonde highlights, with dark blue eyes. She is also tanned.

She lead me through her house, to her bedroom, which is huge! It has a king-size bed, a desk, with a huge laptop, a walk-in-closet, a big bathroom, and a bunch of posters of One Direction.

"Sit down." she instructed, and I obeyed. She took out a designer scarf, tied it around my eyes, and hurried off.

She placed something in my hand, and took off the blindfold. The big box placed in my hand was wrapped nicely in a purple bow, with a card. I opened the card, but Miki takes it away from me. "Oh, forget about the card. Open it!" she squealed.

I gently untied the bow, and took off the lid. I stareed in aw at my gift. A light pink dress, with sequin in the middle, and a bow.

"Oh my goodness. Where am I possibly going to wear this?" I asked.

"Well, at the concert, silly. I have one too. Well, we are going to put them on after the concert. At the concert, we are going to wear these." She pulled out a neon tank-top, with '1D' on them. Then she turned them around, and it said 'Vas Happening?' on the back. She handed me mine, and I hugged her. "Thank you!" I said, "Wait, how did you know we are going backstage?"

"Your grandmother told me." she answered.

"Of course. Okay, well, I better head home now." I say.

She lead me through the house, and walked me out. I waved good bye as I made my way off her driveway, and pull out my phone. 8:30. I have 30 minutes to kill.

I walked to Starbucks from Miki's house. There is a very little line, only consisting of 3 people, so I decided what to order.

"Welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?" the cashier asked.

"Caramel Frappuccino please." I answered, and she nodded, and gave me my drink. I paid, and went to the window seat.

I saw a cute guy walk through the door. I take out my phone, and check the time. 8:45. Okay, I said to myself, I must leave in about 10 minutes.

I started to drink my frappuccino, when a dark shadow cast upon me. I looked up, and saw the cute guy I saw earlier. "Hello miss, mind if I sit here?" he asks in an Irish accent. I nodded, as he took a seat. He has short dirty blonde hair, with blue eyes, wearing a grey hoodie, and looks about 23.

"My name is Greg by the way. What's your's?" he asked while holding out a hand.

"Mary. Nice to meet you." I replied, taking his warm hand.

We talk for 5 minutes, asking weird questions like 'What is your favourite pass-time?' and 'Where are you from?'.

"Okay, last question. What is your favourite song, and by who?" he asks.

"'Tell me a Lie' by One Direction." I say.

"Of course," he mumbled to himself, "you teens are all the same, liking One Direction and my brother." He said goodbye and strided out of the cafe.

I walked home in silence, trying to figure out what he meant by 'liking One Direction and my brother'. So, as soon as I go home, I type in 'one direction siblings', and find a website with the One Direction and siblings. I scrolled through all the names, and saw;

Niall Horan: Greg Horan

and a picture of the guy I was talking to in the cafe.

Hope you liked it, and next chapter will be up before you know it. I am not a big fan of blackmail, but if I get up to 5 votes, I might type it for Wednesday. Mwahahahaha. (teehee)