Tell Me A Lie ~A Niall Horan Fan Fiction ~

Frame This

~Frame This~

*Geneva’s P.O.V*

I start to put all my groceries on the grocery belt. When I see a magazine with Niall and I on it. I start to laugh. I grab it and say “I have to frame this!” Niall turns to face me with a confused look. “Frame what?” he asks. I show him the magazine. He reaches for it. “Ha ha. ‘Niall Horan Got A Girl?’” He says quoting the magazine. He hands it back to me while laughing. “I’m going to buy it and show it to Avery.” I say while putting it on the grocery belt.

“Do you think I could get a ride home?” Niall asks me. “Sure. But won’t our groceries get mixed up together?” I ask him. “Well, you can put yours in the trunk and I can put mine in the backseat.” he says smiling. “Sounds like a plan.” I say smiling back.

“So, Geneva. Since you bake would you mind teaching me how to make a cake sometime?” He asks. “How do you not know how to bake a cake? It‘s like one of the easiest things ever!” I ask him. “Well, I’m pretty sure that guys aren’t suppose to be to bake. It’s the women’s job.” He tells me with a wink.

“You’re sexist! Just because most girls are the cooks doesn’t mean that guys can’t be a cook!” I tell him. “I was joking! Gosh, so sensitive.” He says. I turn around and I hear him mumble something. I turn back around and ask, “What did you just say, Mr.Horan?” he giggles. “Oh, oh nothing Miss Hill.” he smiles and then mumbles something else under his breathe. 

“Umm… What was that?” I ask him. “Oh I just said that you’re a sensitive nosey girl. Just like all other girls.” he says with a grin. I reach over and smack him across the chest. “Ouch! You’re also a violent one too!” he shouts. I ignore him and hand the cashier my money and push my cart and leave Niall standing there. 

“Hey! I thought you were giving me a ride?” I hear him shout behind me. “Well, you better hurry your Irish a** up!” I shout not even turning back to look at him while I yell it. I hear a grocery cart coming up quickly behind me. I turn to look over my shoulder to see Niall pushing his grocery cart full of food. I laugh. 

He finally catches up with me. “Hi.” I say with a big grin on my face. “That was mean!” Niall says. “And?” I ask. “Fake girlfriends are suppose to be nice.” he tells me. “Well I’m new at this. Do you think they have a ‘Fake Girlfriend For Dummies’ book?” I ask. He laughs. 

“I don’t know. If they do, I’ll get it for you for our first month anniversary.” he says. “Sounds good. So when I teach you how to bake a cake will be at my place or yours?” I ask.

“Yours. I still haven’t cleaned up the Geneva Scrabble mess from last night.” he says with a smile. “It was an accident.” I say while loading my groceries in the trunk. “How is flipping a Scrabble board over an accident?” he asks. “I don’t know. It just was. I’m a klutz. It runs in my family.” I say with a smile. 

*Niall’s P.O.V*

I watch Geneva load he groceries into the trunk. Her red hair glistens in the sun. It beams off of her braid. I continue to put my groceries in her car. I finish to see that Geneva is already in the drivers seat. I close the door and go to the passenger side and get in. 

“To Niall’s house and beyond.” she says while putting the key in. I laugh. We start to head to my place. I see Geneva turn on the radio and she keeps changing the station until she comes to a stop. She starts singing along. She doesn’t have the best voice. But it’s funny watching and hearing her sing “I like that old time rock ‘n’ roll!” It’s really cute. 

I begin to do a little laugh. She stops and looks at me. “What are you laughing at?” she asks me. “Nothing. You just looked really cute when you were singing.” I say blushing. She begins to blush too. She laughs. “Thanks.” 

We pull into my driveway. I get out of the car and start to grab my groceries. “Do you need help?” Geneva asks. “No, I got it. I’ll be out in a minute.” I say while carrying all of my groceries to my door. 

I grab my keys out of my pocket and open my front door. I run to the kitchen and put my groceries in the fridge. When I run back out of the house I see Geneva on the phone. Is she crying?