How I Became Niall Horan's Fake Girlfriend

"Only you can be the aching in my heart

My enemy, the only animal I couldn't fight

You hold me in the dark when storms arrive" I sang along to my ipod as I got ready. 

"Only youuuuuuuuu!" I threw my head back.

"Avery!" I heard someone screaming my name, so I smacked the power button on my iHome.

"Yeah?" I peered my head out my bedroom door.

"There's some people here to see you!" 

"Okay, coming!" I screamed back.

I pulled a white t-shirt off my floor over my head and jumped into some lavender shorts. Tightening my ponytail, I sauntered out of my room and down the hallway. 

"Avery?!" I heard my mom shouting.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I jumped onto the banister, positioning myself perfecting to slide down it.

"No!" I felt a feather duster smack my hand.

"Liz?" I turned around and giggled. "Why are you cleaning?

"I'm having friends over later and I need to make sure everything is perfect!" Liz returned to dusting the paintings that lined the walls.

"Coooool." I muttered under my breath and padded down the stairs.

"Mom?" I looked around.

"We're in the foyer, dear."

Dear? Since when does she call me dear? I shrugged it off and slid across the marble floor into the foyer.

"Oh hello." About three men in suits greeted me.

"Avery, honey, this is One Direction's management."

"One Direction?" I snorted. Obviously this was some kind of practical joke. April Fools maybe? It was November though...

"Yes, One Direction." One of the men stepped forward. "I have a proposal for you."

I turned towards my mom, confused.

"Just listen." She nodded.

"You know Niall Horan of One Direction, right?" I nodded. "Great. You see at least two band members always have to be single. Right now Harry, Liam,and Niall are single, but Niall has been single for a while. We want you to be his fake girlfriend."

"Fake girlfriend?" I interjected. "Niall is a multi-millionare that can sing. Why does he need a fake girlfriend?"

"We need the perfect girlfriend for the fans. Zayn is dating a singer and Louis is dating a regular girl next door. We need someone to spice it up. You're the bad girl from a wealthy family and practically famous with all of your antics." The man continued.

"Wait, wait, wait. Wouldn't I be bad for their image then?" I asked, confused. 

"That's what you would think, but after conducting some research we've come to the conclusion that you could increase their popularity by 24.7%" The men in suits all smiled.

"Is that a lot because it doesn't seem like much to me?" I was never good at math, though.

"Much more than Demi Lovato or Amy Green." Another one stepped forward.

"Why me though?" 

"You worked out better than all our other prospects." They shrugged. "We only have One Direction's best interests in mind. So will you agree to it?"

I sighed. It would be amazing to date a popular musician. Well, fake date. I mean, what could go wrong?

"Sure." I smiled.

"Fantastic!" They all broke out into huge grins. "Now if you'll just sign this contract." The man's voice trailed off as he pushed a paper towards me.

I skimmed throught it before signing my name along the bottom line.

"We'll be in touch." They smiled once more before walking out of the room.

"Why did you agree to that?" I turned to my mom once they'd left.

"It'll be great for your image to date that Irish hunk." She shrugged.

"Okay please never say 'hunk' again." I cringed. "And I don't have an image."

"You've had an image ever since your father was in Forbes."

"What does it matter? I mean, do you not remember what happened right after?"

"Don't you dare even say it." My mom some how moved about five feet closer in a second.

"Not talking about it doesn't make it go away." I stated.

"We talked about it plenty." She snarled.

"To the press, Mom. To the press." I felt a lump growing in my throat.

"I'm not going to talk about this. Now you're going to keep doing what you're doing and fake date that boy." She sneered before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

I pushed back the tears, running up the stairs to my room. I slammed my door shut and collapsed onto my bed. I dont wan't to fake date Niall Horan. I don't want to fake date anyone. Why did I have to sign that stupid contract.

Beep! Beep!

"Ughhhhhhh!" I flipped over and snatched my phone off my bedside table.

One new text from a number I didn't recognize.

07854514502- Hey babe

Attatched was a picture of Niall holding up two fingers and doing a duck face.

I started giggling before bursting into a fit of hysterical laughter. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all...