Tell Me A Lie ~A Niall Horan Fan Fiction ~

Cheater !

~Cheater!~

*Geneva's P.O.V*

I stand outside of Niall's apartment, it's cold outside. I don't like the cold. He said that he would be quick. He's a liar. Right when I think that he comes out and says "It's ready, for you to enter." He smiles, I walk in and see a very unoragnized living room, but not messy. Just like a teenage boy living room should be. "This is my castle, I am the prince and you are now the fake princess." he tells me. "Ha ha very funny. Don't I get a tour?" 

I ask.

"Yes, you do." he says while grabing my hand and starts showing me the rooms. I see pictures hanging on the wall, baby pictures, pictures of the boys, and some family I assume. He leads me to his room and says "This is my room. But you're not allowed in there. It's the dragon's cave, and the dragon's cave is very messy." he grins. "I thought you were a prince not a dragon?' I tell him. "I'm a shapeshifting prince. And Irish one that is." He tells me. 

"You're a loser." I tell him. "I am offended. I am not a loser... I'm an Irish loser." A smile spreads across his face when he says that. I can't help but laugh. He leads me back to the living room. "What do you think?" he ask. "I like it. But I'm surpised there aren't a million Nando's bags everywhere. It's like that at my place. I'm a very messy person." I tell him. "Since you're here, want to play a board game?" he asks. "Hmm... Depends on what it is? And will you let me win?" I ask. 

"Maybe... I guess we're going to have to wait and see." he says while backing away, he turns around and opens a closet and pulls out multiple board games. "I have 'Scrabble' and 'Monoply'. You choose." He says while looking at the two games. "Scrabble. I'm pretty sure I'm a good speller, but don't hold if against me if it's not true." I tell him. 

"Kay, do you want to play in here or in the kitchen?" Niall asks. "In here." I tell him. "Want something to drink?" Niall asks. "Sure." "I have Pepsi, Beer, and RedBull." he says while heading towards the kitchen. "Pepsi sounds good." I tell him. I sit and wait for him to bring the drinks. While I'm waiting Istart to set out the 'Scrabble' game. Right when I finish setting up, Niall walks in with drinks and a whole tray full of fattening snacks. 

"I though you were just getting drinks? Are you tryig to make me fat?" I ask."Yeah but I like food. And you're eating the snacks and you will become fat. Then you will be a fat fake girlfriend." He says with a grin. "You're mean. I set everything up. We just have to grab our letters." I say while he sits across from me on the coffee table. "You grab them first." He tells me. I grab eight tiles. 

They read the letters of 'N', 'A', 'E', 'B', 'T', 'I', 'R', and 'G'. All crap letters. I am so going to loose this game. He reaches his hand in the bag and grabs a handful of tiles. I wait for him to count them out. Once he finishes he says "Ladies first." with a smile. I lay the tiles of 'B', 'A', and 'G'. "Bag that's all you got? I thought you could spell?" he asks. "Well it's kind of hard to spell when you have crap letters." I tell him. "Sure... Whatever you say fake girlfriend." He grins.

*Niall's P.O.V*

I look at the 'Scrabble' board. The letters read 'BAG'. I take a look at it and make my next move very carefully. I have the letters 'G', 'G', 'I', 'E', 'S', 'T', 'R', and 'F'. I think very carefully before I lay out my letters. I take advantage of using Geneva's 'B' and lay out the letters 'I', 'G', 'G', 'E', 'S', and 'T'. Biggest. A frown is drawn on Geneva's face, "I don't want to play 'Scrabble' anymore. You're cheating." Geneva says. "How am I cheating?" I ask. "You're using your Irishness to win! That's called cheating!" She says.

I smile. "Aww... Is Geneva upset that the Irish boy is winning?" I ask her. "Yes, Geneva is upset, very upset. You hurt Geneva's feelings. That was a bad way for you to use your Irish magic." she says while smiling. "Psshh... The Irish don't cheat. The Irish are natural born winners!" I tell her. "Then I should be winning since I'm Irish." She says while smiling. "You're not Irish!" I tell her "Yes, I am! My ancestors are from Cork County Ireland!" She says. "Pshhh... Liar! If you were Irish there would be a tie! And there is no tie! So I'm Irish and you're not!" I tell her jokingly.

She flips the 'Scrabble' board. "I WIN!" she shouts. "Geneva! That's cheating!" I shout. "Yeah so is using your Irish powers to win!" She shouts! "No! I was not cheating! I'm a natural born winner!" I tell her. "Whatever, you're a cheater!" she says. "Oh my god! We're having our first fake couple argument!" I tell her. "Aww... Yeah we are!" She says while glancing at the clock on the wall. "I need to go. It's getting late. I'll talk to you tomorrow." She says while getting up.

"Kay. Do you have my number?" I ask her. "Umm... No I don't." She says. "I'll give you mine if you give me yours. But not a fake one. Even though we're a fake couple does not mean we give eachother fake numbers." I say with a grin. "Okay." She says. We exchange numbers and she walks out of the door.