Lies. [Jiall]

My first fanfic on this account.

Justin feels like every since he became famous everyone has abandoned him, but what happens when he meets One Direction and is forced to do a of couple concerts with the guys? Will they finally show him that he can depend on someone or will he forever be without friends?

I didn't know that once you got famous that there was no trust, there were no friends, no family, no lover, no best friend, no one you could truly trust and expect them to be there for you. I didn't know that I would be left on my on in the world with nothing to show but my money and my voice. 

I didn't know that when I posted that video on YouTube that it would go viral and get me here. I didn't know that the haters in "showbiz" were this damn harsh and I sure hell didn't know that they cared whether I chose this girl over that one. 

I knew that they would judge me, frame me, lie about me, shatter me, hurt me, use everything that I have ever done against me, tell me that the only thing that I ever really had wasn't worth crap and then leave me there as roadkill. 

That's why I was sitting here alone. Sitting here alone wishing that I had known all of this before I was thrown into this life, yanked away from my home and placed in this mansion. I had no friend and I hadn't seen my parents since they went on vacation three months ago. 

It was the summer and while all the other teenagers were out partying and drinking, out with their girlfriends or their boyfriends, I was stuck here. Being a male popstar was easy, hiding the pain of having no one care was the tough part. No one cared how I got here or about my future. They only cared about if I was gay or not, what girl I was dating, what my next album would contain, if I was gonna make it to 2016 without fucking up my career.

It was like this was a  game and they were just trying to see how long I would last. How long I would stay balanced on the rope. That rope would determine if I would stay in the game or have to find a part-time job as I began to get a college degree in stupidity.

My life. This was where all of my secrets lie. These are the secrets that I am going to say but only in my head. For one, yes I am bisexual. Two, I don't particularly care for relationships. And three, Selena Gomez was just Selena Gomez, she wasn't my girlfriend, she wasn't my best friend, she wasn't my baby, she wasn't my wifey, she was just Selena Gomez.

She was the type to force me to go out into the world and take her to the mall, kiss under the stars, hold her hand in public places, tried to show me what love truly was. All I learned was that I was now gay and that I hated to shop.

I realized that I might as well stop kidding myself. I never liked girls and I realized that now. The world couldn't take that though, they would ball me up and kick me out of their "Society" putting me into the irregular, please don't recycle bin.

I had admitted this to myself and I had taken it. I had placed it into my mind and it had totally slipped away. It hadn't been my fault when my manager, Scooter, thought that it would be nice to sing with other people, other guys. He wanted to do something new and decided on the famous boyband One Direction. The five guys who won 3rd place X-Factor and proved themselves enough to form a group and be famous.  

I just saw four teenagers and a grown man running around on stage. They were said to be phenominal but it really didn't matter. Four British buys, an Irish guy, and a Canadian jumping around on stage and singing a song that Scooter and Simon had composed. I felt slightly doomed as I stalked into the conference room.

I had stalled in the lobby for an hour before Scooter stalked in, a smile on his face, and took me by the shoulder pulling me towards the elevator. I didn't fight with him knowing that it was a wasted effort and that they had all discussed this and told me what I had to do.

Now I was standing in front of the office they had chosen to glue a plate that said "Conference Office" on with gorilla glue. I walked in to see the five of them sitting there. The older one had the curly haired on in a choke hold and I'm pretty sure the supposed "Daddy Direction" was tickling the blond one. My eyes looked over to "Bradford Badboy" to see him scrolling through his phone and pretending to be occupied.

I sighed and sat down in the nearest chair. Simon and Scooter sat at each ends of the wooden table and began to tell us what we were required to do. There were more than a couple of groans when they were finished until Simon gave them all the look of death and Scooter kicked me under the table.

"Why do we have to work with him again?" It was the alien looking guy who was supposedly twenty. I cracked a smile as Simon looked like he was about to cut him in half. 

"And why do I have to work with a guy who looks like his Mom still dresses him?" There were a bunch oo's out of the mouths of the Irish kid and and the curly haired boy. He stood up and pointed an accusing finger at me only to be pulled down my his striped shirt by Simon.

"Yeah that's right, calm down Carrot boy." Scooter was practically shaking the table as he continued to try and kick me inconspicuously. Daddy Direction seemed to be questioning he maturity as his eyes narrowed.

But of course the other half of Larry Stylinson stood up and began to take up for his little boyfriend. "I know you're not talking you girl-" He was cut off by Simon dragging him by his his curls out of the room. 

Scooter seemed a bit lost for words as Simon grabbed Louis by his striped shirt and took him as well. "Do you have to be so damn stupid all the time?" I threw him a smile.

"Yup."

"Did you really think testing them was a good idea?" I could see the gears turning in the other threes heads as they looked back and forth. The Irish kid looked adorable as his eyes crossed and he got this stupid look on his face.

I chuckled as all three of them threw me a bewildered look but before Scooter could answer Simon, Carrot boy, and Curly came stumbling back into the room.

"So how about that plan?"