Lies with Benefits

Chapter 1

*Brooke’s POV*

I sat in front of the mirror in Justin’s dressing room, eating his sandwich. This is getting boring. How long does Justin take to get changed?

“Justin, hurry up, you going to be on soon.” I called to him, my mouth stuffed with bread, so my words were hardly recognisable.

“Okay Brooke, clam your farm.” He called back, pretending hid mouth was full of bread too. Meanie, mocking me. He came out from behind the curtain, now dressed in his clothes for his interview on Ellen.

“How long until I go on?” he asked. He wasn’t nervous at all, I mean, he had done this a thousand times.

“About half an hour.” I said, yawning.

“Wait, you said I was on SOON, and is that my sandwich?” he asked.

“Actually, I was just getting bored, and yep, it is yours.” I replied cockily. He gave me a ‘you’re about to die’ look and I shot up and ran out the door.

“BROOKE! YOU ATE MY SANDWICH! NOW YOU PAY!” he shouted, running after me. This boy and his sandwiches.

“BUT JUSTIE-BEAR, I WAS HUNGRY!” I shouted back, trying to do a toddler voice but failing miserably, due to my laughing. Ah, I was getting a stitch. Oh no… I slowed to a stop, out of breath, only to be tackled to the floor by Justin.

“You. Ate. My. Sandwich.” He said evilly, pinning me to the floor. I genuinely fear for my life now. I burst out laughing as he started tickling my sides.

“Justin. I’m sorry. Please. Stop!” I gasped, between laughs.

“Justin Bieber, to the stage door please. Justin Bieber.” The intercom said. He hopped up and literally skipped off, clearly excited, leaving me on the floor, gasping for breath. Well that’s just casual… Well, Justin was pretty random, but that’s why we’re best friends.

“You okay, love?” a voice asked, holding out their hand to help me up.

“Yeah thanks, my friend left me on the floor here. Rude boy!” I laughed, taking their hand and standing up. Holy. Freaking. Crap. Its Liam Payne! Don’t fangirl, don’t fangirl, don’t fangirl!

“Wait a second! I know you! Your Brooke Motte!” he said, smiling. Wait, what?

“Yeah! How do you know me though?” I asked. I wasn’t famous... The Belibers knew me, only because I was Justin’s best friend, but I didn’t think anyone else would.

“Your Justin’s friend! Niall’s quite a fan of him, so we have seen you on some of the interviews.” He replied, simply. Wow… They know who I am…

“Of course we do! Why are you surprised?” he asked. Oops…. I said that out loud.

“Well, I’m kind of a fan…” I mumbled, blushing.

“No need to be shy, love! Would you like to meet the rest of the boys?” he asked. My head practically snapped up, all signs of shyness long gone.

“Of course I would!” I said, enthusiastically.

“Well lets go then!” he laughed. We set off, strolling down the hall.

Eventually, we came to a room with a sign that read ‘One Direction Dressing Room’, just like the one Justin had on his door. Liam opened the door to reveal the rest of the boys crowding around a computer, talking all at once. They seemed to of not noticed us yet…

“Hide behind the door, and come in when I give the signal.” Liam whispered into my ear.

“Hey boys, what you doing?” Liam asked casually, catching their attention.