White Liar {PERMANENT HIATUS}

Natalie, the world-famous model, thought her life was perfect. But her fantasy comes crashing to a halt when she finds out that Justin, her long-time boyfriend, has been cheating on her. She tries to figure out what to do, but soon, one member of a well-known boy band catches her eye... Then, when Justin makes a surprising announcement, what will happen? As she focuses on her love for her boyfriend, she constantly finds her mind slipping back to the blue-eyed beauty.

Who knew that Natalie would become a white liar too?

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11. Chapter 11

"Natalie! Get up!"

"What?" I mumble into my fluffy white pillow. 

"Nat, get up. Right now." The voice is next to my ear this time. 

"Why?" 

"Your mom is here."

At those words, I jump out of bed. 

"What is she doing here?"

"I don't know. I saw her car pull up about a minute ago," he says. "Get dressed. Quick. Meet me downstairs when you're done."

"Okay." I run to the closet and rummage through my many articles of clothing before settling on a loose top and a pair of skinny jeans. 

"Where is she?" I ask Justin when I walk down the stairs. My eyes wander over to the window to see him peeking out from behind the curtain. "What are you doing?" I laugh. 

"You know that your mom doesn't like me. What do you think I'm doing?" he fires back. 

"Acting childish," I joke, but he doesn't find it very funny.

"Ha ha."

"Well, you'd better quit hiding because she's here." I pull open the mahogany doors and smile. "Hi, Mom." I put my arms around her. 

"Hey, sweetheart. How have you been?"

"I've been good," I reply. "Sorry I haven't called you recently."

"That's okay. Your father and I went on vacation."

"Did you have a good time?" I question. 

"It was wonderful. We got to spend so much time together, as well as plenty of time apart. I don't even know how many times I went to the spa while I was there!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I smile. "I enjoyed myself here with Justin. I haven't had any shoots for a few days, which is really nice."

"Where's that boy of yours, anyways?"

I twist around to find him, but he's nowhere in sight. 

"Mom, you'd better be nice to him. No reprimanding," I warn. "Just the nice, sweet mother I kno-"

"Justin! Where are you?" she yells, interrupting me in the middle of my sentence. 

So much for that idea, I think to myself. 

"Right in here, Mrs. Breyan," Justin surprises me by answering. 

I follow my mother sullenly into the kitchen where we find Justin standing over a frying pan filled with eggs. 

"I know how much you love scrambled eggs, so I figured, why not make some for my girlfriend's lovely mother?"

"That was very kind of you, Justin," she answers politely. My mother doesn't hate Justin; she just reprimands him way too much, giving off the idea that she does. 

"Want to go into the dining room and talk?" I ask, easing the tension. 

"I'd love to."

"So, Mom, where's dad?" 

"He's at the church, doing some legal paperwork for the new building. Oh, you should see it! The dedication is two weekends from now. The floors are all complete; now all we have to do is paint a few walls, and we'll be done!"

"That's exciting! I'll have to come by and check it out." 

"You could come to the dedication?" Her eyes light up. 

"I'll ask Justin if he wants to come with me," I reply. 

At that, she frowns and the sparkle disappears from her eyes. 

"You look like you just found out that Macy's is out of business."

"Sorry. There's just something about that boy. . . When I first met him, he just didn't seem like the kind of boy who should be dating my daughter."

I almost tell her the truth about what has happened over the past few days but decide against it because she'll probably say "I told you so."

"Well, I'm dating him now, and he's perfectly polite. And completely loyal."

"If you say so."

"Three plates of scrambled eggs for two beautiful young ladies and a starving boy." Justin says, walking into the room with two plates in one hand, one in the other. 

"Careful. Don't drop the plates," I advise. 

"Will you sue me if I do?" he questions with a smirk on his face. 

"Don't get your hopes up," I retaliate. 



After breakfast and a little bit of chatting, my mother convinced me to go shopping with her. I didn't want to leave Justin behind, but he insisted I spend quality time with my mom because I haven't seen her in so long. 

"Here, try this on," my mother tells me, draping a dress over the door to my dressing room. 

I pick it up, studying it; the dress is orange and strapless with ruffles lining the top, above a black belt. I slip the light material over my head and walk out the door to find my mother. 

"Mom! I tried the dress on," I call. 

"I'm over here," she replies. 

I follow the sound of her voice and find her inspecting a green dress. 

"Do you think this would look good on me?" she asks, looking up to face me. "Oh, my." She puts her hand over her heart. "Never mind about me! Look at you in that dress." She twirls her finger around in a circle, indicating that I should turn. "Absolutely stunning."

"Thank you." I smile. Changing the subject, I say, "The only way to find out if that dress would look good on you is for you to try it on."

"Ugh," she groans. "It takes too long though."

"You forced me to try on about thirty different dresses. I wouldn't be complaining!"

"I was mimicking you."

"Oh, you're so funny," I joke.

"I try," she laughs, walking back to the dressing room. 

Once we've tried on plenty more outfits (enough for an entire year), we enter a small cupcake shop a few stores down. 

"Welcome to Gracie's! How may I help you today?" the young girl behind the counter asks. 

"I'd like a chocolate cupcake with vanilla frosting please," I tell her the same way a little kid would. 

"Hey, you're Natalie Breyan! The famous model and Justin Bieber's girlfriend."

"That I am," I chuckle. 

"Oh my gosh, can you sign this for me?" She hands me a fancy notepad with a cupcake at the top. 

"Sure thing." I sign the piece of paper and hand it back to her. 

"And what would you like, Mrs. Breyan?" the girl asks my mother. 

"I'll have a vanilla cupcake with vanilla frosting."

"Coming right up!" She grabs the cupcakes from the display case and puts them in a box. "That'll be fifteen dollars and twenty-three cents."

"I have a twenty," I say, pulling the crinkled bill out of my pocket. 

"Your change is four doll-"

"Keep it," I interrupt. "Have a lovely day, and thank you!" 

As we walk out the door, the girl yells frantically, "Say 'hi' to Justin for me!"

"Don't worry, I will!"


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[Wow, I actually thought this was long, then I re-read it and realized it isn't long. But I'm too tired to add more because I'm lazy and it's 1:00AM. Favorite, like, comment, and fan!]

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