A Game of Lies

It's always been Juliet's dream to move to London, and after her and her best friend Cassidee finally make it there, she runs into one person she was least expecting. When falling in love with Harry Styles seems to come so easily, Juliet thinks that nothing could go wrong for her. She thinks that she has finally caught a break. Wrong. After getting tangled up in a game of lies, and getting her heart broken, Juliet is left with a huge burden upon her. Will she be able to ever forget her past and be happy again? We she ever get the true love she has been wishing for?


1. New Beginnings


I slowly walked down the beach with him, feeling the warm sand between my toes. We stopped just in front of the slow rising tide. He turned to me, his hand intertwining with mine, and looked deep into my eyes. Then, he leaned forward, his face centimeters away from mine. And as the water crashed into our feet, his lips cras-

            “Jules, Jules! Juliet Rose Welsch wake up right now!” my best friend Cassidee shook me, interrupting my very pleasant dream.

            “Wa-what?” I mumbled, rubbing my tired eyes.

            “Come on! Get up! The plane’s landed! We’re here!” she practically shouted.

            “Geez, OK, no need to shout at me.” I responded, annoyed with her ever so enthusiastic attitude.

            “Sorry, I’m just so excited!” she squealed, “We’re finally in London!”

            “No really? I honestly couldn’t tell.” I said sarcastically.

            With this she slapped me, “Ow!” I yelled.

            “Oh, you know you deserve it, now come on grab your stuff let’s go!” she said, grabbing her things and hurrying off the plane. Just like Dee, always enthusiastic about everything. I was of course too, I’ve been dreaming about moving to London since I was 14, it was my dream. Of course then it involved other things that had to do with certain boys, which I guess is still the case in a way, my mind just isn’t veered toward the certain boys I wanted when I was 14.

            Me and Cassidee grab all of our things and made our way off the plane. With Dee practically running, and pulling me along in the process, we made our way to the get our luggage, and headed to catch a cab to our new apartment.

            “We’re home!” Dee shouted as we step into the small apartment.

            I stood there laughing, “I wouldn’t say its home yet, there’s absolutely nothing in here.”

            “That will change!” she said, “Our stuff should be getting shipped in buy tomorrow afternoon.”

            “Then I guess that means we have to crash on the floor tonight, doesn’t it?” I asked, in an all too unpleased way.

            “Oh quit being a Debbie downer! It’ll be fun to unpack everything, besides it means I get to decorated!” she squealed.

            “Oh whoopee,” I mumbled.

            “Why are you so down anyway?” she asked.

            “You disturbed my ever so pleasant dream, and I plan to hold a grudge.” I said.

            “Oh god, was it the one with the boy on the beach, and right before he kisses you, you wake up? Yeah, Jules you’ve told me about that one about 15 times.” she said rolling her eyes.

            “Well I plan on it happening quite soon thank you very much.” I said confidently.

            “Where? I don’t really think are many nice beaches you can go to in London, hun.” she replied.

            “Oh, didn’t think of that one.” I said.

            “And this is why I love you.” She said smiling.

            I gave her a cheeky smile and she laughed. “How about I go get some Starbucks, while you plan the whole ‘decorating’ thing.” I suggested.

            “Alright sounds good.” Dee said. “Don’t get lost!” she yelled to me as I walked out the door.”

            “I will!” I shouted back.

            And the truth is, I did. In about five minutes I was hopelessly wandering around, with no clue at all of where I was, or which way back to our apartment. I finally decided to text Dee and tell her about my predicament.  As I began typing the message out, however, I ran straight into someone, which of course made me fall on my ass, my phone flying who knows where, making me look like an idiot I’m sure.

            “Oh shit, I am so sorry love.” The guy said, in a deep British accent.

            “Oh, um, it’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention.” I replied.

            He helped me up, and I dusted myself off. “I think you dropped this.” He said handing me my phone, his deep voice sounding very familiar.

            “Thanks,” I said smiling and looking up at him, “Holy shit,” I whispered, a bit too loud.

            “Sorry?” he said.

            “Oh, um, nothing,” I tried to recover, breaking my stare, “it’s just my screen cracked.” Which in fact it had, I got lucky on that one. Well not exactly, now I needed a new phone, but at that point I didn’t exactly care. The guy standing in front of me was definitely much more important.

            “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, “how can I make it up to you?” he asked looking into my eyes.

            “Oh, um, no need, really, it wasn’t your fault.” I replied.        

            “No, no, I insist.” He said smiling, god his smile was absolutely perfect.

            I couldn’t help but smile back, “Well, I was on my way to Starbucks, but kind of got lost. If you couldn’t tell I’m not exactly from around here. You could show me how to get there.” I suggested.

            “How about instead, I walk you there and buy you a drink.” He said smiling again.

            This made me blush a bit. “Ok,” I said smiling back.

            I do not believe what was happening. I was walking down some street in London, practically living the dream I had when I was 14 years old. The dream then seemed completely possible, I had soon realized it would never happen, but here I was, living it out.

            I was about to go have coffee with Harry Styles, which in my book, counted as a date.

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