How I Became Niall Horan's Fake Girlfriend

The Meeting Stage

"If I'm louder would you see me? Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me?"

I blushed about fifty shades of red as I fumbled through my backpack to get my phone.

"Um excuse me?" I lifted my head up to the sound of my teacher.

"No phones in class." She pushed her glasses further up her nose and gave me a  "duh" look.

"It's an emergency." I said glancing at the screen to see who was calling me.

"You pick up that phone and you're in detention for the rest of the week."

I glanced around the room at my classmates faces before shrugging and answering the phone, walking out of the room.

"Hello?" I stuck my finger in my other ear to drown at my classmates' cheering and laughing.

"Avery? Its Cal Bloomfield, of One Direction's management." The little voice on the other end greeted me.

"Oh hello."

"Listen, I wanted to talk to you about how this is going to go down."

"That sounds like a drug deal." I laughed nervously.

"So Niall and the One Direction boys landed in L.A. last night." He went on, ignoring me. "You two will meet in Starbucks this afternoon at around 4:15. Make it believable. At the end of the week you'll visit the boys at the taping of the Ellen Show. You'll keep in touch and people will speculate about your relationship, but you'll insist you're just friends. In December you'll go to the Jingle Ball where Niall and you will hang out backstage and go to the after party together. You'll fly out to spend New Year's Eve with Niall in London. After that, you'll go public."

"Should I be writing this down?" I scratched my head and scrunched my eyebrows together.

"Avery." Cal sounded exasperated. "Prove to us we picked the right person for the job."

"You did pick the right person." I stated.

"Fantastic." Cal's voice picked up. "Now make sure you look presentable."

"Will do." I answered, but he had already hung up.

I sighed and tucked a strand of chocolate brown hair behind my ear. I decided to send a text to Niall to let him know that Cal had talked to me.

To Niall- Hey! i just hung up with Cal and I'm ready to go :)

I tossed my phone back in my backpack and sauntered back into the classroom.

"Oh Avery, how nice of you to join us." My teacher pursed her lips. "The class and I decided that if you can answer this question with out a calculator, you can get out of detention."

"But this is English." I stated. "Why ask me a math question?"

"Because math is your lowest grade." She smiled for real this time.

The rest of the class snickered, but I stopped myself from showing any reaction.

"What is 115 squared?" She smirked.

115 squared? Really? She must think I'm a total idiot. Uhh what's that stupid trick Liz taught me again? Um 11 times 12... 132 I think? And then put 25 on the end.

"13,225." My voice trailed off at the end, not sure if I was right.

"Correct." My teacher paled.

"Great!" I smiled. "Can we continue then?"

She sucked in a deep breath and turned back to the board.

"Nice job." The guy behind me tapped my shoulder.

"Thanks." I flashed him a smile before turning back around and rolling my eyes. 

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"So just a blowout and some low lights?" My hairdresser ran her fingers through my hair and fluffed it out.

"Yes please." I smiled and went back to my phone.

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I ran my fingers through my freshly blown out hair in the bathroom of Starbucks. My hair ended right at the end of ribs and was thick and full. I smudged the light eyeliner around my piercing blue eyes and ran some chapstick over my lips. Perfect. 

I took in a deep breath before opening the door and standing in line for a drink.

Beep! Beep!

Niall- I'm two people behind you! DONT LOOK BACK! We'll talk while waiting for drinks.

I resisted the urge to look behind me and tapped my foot impatiently, reajusting the large Prada sunglasses I had placed on the top of my head.

Niall- stop tapping your foot!

I giggled and kept moving forward until I reached the cashier.

"Can I have a tall caramel frappaccino please?" I pushed a five dollar bill before her.

She rang it up and gave me a reciept, before turning to the next costumer.

I tapped my light pink nails against the counter as I waited for Niall to approach. I glanced over at the cashier to see him ordering. He caught my eye and winked. I allowed a light pink blush to cover my cheeks.

"Hi, I'm Niall." He smiled at me and made his way over.

"Avery." I smiled back.

"Do you think I could have your number? I've lost mine." He smiled once again.

"Hmmm I don't know." I titled my head to the right.

"Come on, love."

"Well, when you put it like that." I smiled, picking up one of the napkins in the ring and writing my name and number on it.

"Fantasic, love." He grabbed it off the table and put it in his pocket.

"Now, would you care to take a walk?" 

"Surely." I lifted my drink off the table and we left the establishment.

"So its lovely meeting you in person finally." He took a sip of his coffee once he left.

"You too!" 

"So Avery, tell me about yourself." He turned to me.

"Well, I'm seventeen years old. I live with my mom and my sister in Beverly Hills. I'm never here in the summer though because we have a place in the Hamptons. I'm a decent student in school. I'm an excellent tennis player. And I love One Direction." I winked at the last part. "What about you?"

"So I'm from Ireland, but live in London. I'm in the band One Direction. I am an avid Fifa player. I also enjoy eating. A LOT. I haven't had a girlfriend since I was sixteen." He winced at the last part.

"Well, I'd love to change that." I flashed my perfect, white teeth and dimples.

"And I'd love for you to do that." He copied my facial expression.

"Then I guess we'll fake date very well." I whispered in his ear.

"I guess we will." His smile broadened.