Tell Me A Lie

The summer of 2012 completely changed Chloe's life. When she got in a terrible accidemt before a meet and greet, she went from being just another being the most envied girl in the world, Niall Horan's girlfriend. But having her dream come true is not as easy as she expected.


8. One Thing

         I invited Janet to come over and help me get ready for my date with Niall. I was extremely nervous, and Janet was the best of my friends at fixing hair and doing makeup. I stressed over what to wear and finally chose a light, tight pink skirt and a black flowy top tucked in. Janet helped me straighten my hair so it was even straighter than it naturally was, and she braided a little piece off to the side and clipped it back. On my eyelids she did some kind of light pink sparkly eyeshadow. Im not sure what she did to make it look so perfect, but I knew I had called the right person to help me get ready. When the doorbell rang, Janet hid up in my room. She promised she would be there when I got home. For some reason, her being there the whole time made me feel less nervous and anxious. 

            I opened the door for Niall and he took a deep breath right in front of me. He looked me up and down and smiled.      "You look gorgeous." he said, his irish accent making the word gorgeous sound...well, gorgeous!

             I was so flattered that I'm pretty sure I gasped. All i could say back was. "You look nice too". He was wearing a navy blue polo and khaki pants with white supras. He smiled at my response and took my hand and lead me to the nice, black SUV waiting in my driveway.

        We sat in the back seat because Niall had a driver taking us to wherever we were going. I didn't expect this, obviously because I wasn't used to the special treatment. My other boyfriends usually didn't have their own cars, let alone a personal driver to take them wherever they want.

             We finally pulled up to the restaurant after 10 minutes of midly awkward conversation in the car. It was awkward because there was nothing separating us and the driver, so we didn't want to start a conversation in fear that the driver would join in. I looked up at the sign when we were close enough and attempted to read the name. It was a long word, but I knew it was italian. I had a good feeling about the rest of the night, because somehow Niall knew italian was my favorite.

               When we stepped out of the huge vehicle, Niall held my hand to escort me out. Now, I knew why the personal driver was necessary. He doubled as a security guard...right when we got out of the van, blinding camera lights went crazy all around me and Niall.
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