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?

[Cover made by me!]


12. Chapter 12

"Yes, we're on our way home," I say into the speaker of my cell phone. Justin has been begging me to come home for the past hour. My mother and I had grabbed a late lunch, talking about everything. We didn't even mean to spend so long out; the time just slipped away from us.

"Hurry up," he whines like a little baby. 

"Calm down!" I laugh. "We just have to stop at the store to pick up a few things. Just wait a few minutes."

"Fine," he grumbles. "See ya when you get home."

"Bye, love you."

"Bye, babe." I picture in my mind him biting his lip, and I press my foot on the gas pedal, picking up the speed in my car to get home.

"What do you need to get at the store?"

"We're out of milk, watermelon, and a few other things. I also need to start buying party materials." My thoughts begin racing as I think of ideas for a party.

"What for?"

"Christina's birthday is coming up in a while; Gen and I are planning on throwing her a surprise party," I inform her.

"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" My mother claps her hands together. "I've always loved planning parties, with all the streamers and balloons and decorations and party hats and cake and--"

"Mom, you can help. Those hints were enough to know you're dying to set up a party," I chuckle.

"This is going to be so exciting! First, we need to pick a theme color," she squeals. 

"We have plenty of time. Her birthday is in two months."

"Oh, sweetie, there's no such thing as too soon."

"Whatever you say." I pull up to a small store outlet. "We're here."

"Let's go! No dilly-dallying!"

Once inside, she goes off to find the food items I need while I go off to find the party materials. I look through the streamers and decide the colors will be purple, pink, and light blue. 

"Natalie? Is that you?" a familiar voice asks.

I spin around to be met by deep blue eyes. "Hi, Louis." I smile nervously.

"What are you doing here?" he asks. "Well, I mean, you're probably buying food and," he peers behind me at what I was looking for, "party stuff."

"Yeah, my friend's birthday is in two months, and I'm planning on throwing a surprise party."

"Aren't you a bit early?"

"It's never too early," I say, repeating my mother's words.

"That sounds like fun. Um, I was wondering--" he starts, but is interrupted by my mother.

"Now that we've got food out of the way, let's get down to the real matter at hand: parties!" She stops when she sees me standing here with Louis. A smile twitches on her lips. "Who is this?" Her voice is full of excitement.

"This is Louis, a friend of mine," I emphasize the word friend. "Louis, this is my mother Andrea Breyan."

"Nice to meet you, Louis!"

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Breyan." He sticks his hand out for her to shake, and she takes it willingly.

"So polite. I like that," she whispers to me, a bit too loudly.

Louis grins at me; obviously, he heard what was only meant for me to hear.

"You can call me Andrea if you'd like. A friend of my daughter is a friend of mine."

My cheeks instantly redden at her words. 

"Hey, Mom, I think we're also in need of bread. Can you get that for me?" I ask, my eyes never leaving Louis's face.

"Fine," she huffs, pushing the shopping cart grudgingly away. 

"It was lovely meeting you!" Louis calls after her.

"My pleasure," she answers, sending a wink in my direction.

"Wow, that was embarrassing," I mutter, rubbing my forehead. 

I look over at Louis because he has been staying silent to find that his face is contorted, trying to keep his laughter in.

 "Louis!" I scold, hitting his shoulder, to which he finally breaks out into laughter. I join in when he begins to wheeze.

"That . . . was . . . hilarious!"

"You're so mean," I pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm sorry, love, but you have to admit that was funny," he states, trying to keep a serious face. 

I can't seem to focus on that anymore, though. The way he called me love totally threw me off guard. It sent a strange chill down my spine, but in a good way.

"I guess it was." I smile at him.

My phone begins ringing, interrupting our small talk.


"Nat, where are you?" Justin's unmistakable voice sounds through to my ear.

"I'm still at the store."

"Why can't you just come home?" he asks, clearly pissed off for who knows what reason.

"My mom and I are trying to plan Christina's surprise party," I lie.

"Can't you do that some other time? I need to talk to you."

"O-Okay, I'll leave then."

"Good." He hangs up before I have the chance to answer.

"Who was that?" Louis asks as I put my phone back in my purse.


A small hint of hurt flashes in eyes, but quickly disappears. 

"I'm guessing he wants you to hurry home."

I nod. 

"I've got to get going anyways. It was nice talking to you and your mother." 

"Same here," I tell him and mean it. 

"Hey, call me sometime," he whispers, grabbing my chin and leaning in to kiss my cheek. The sweet gesture causes my eyes to flutter close, savoring the feeling of his lips pressed against my now-heated skin.

"I will," I breathe out. I watch him walk away while rubbing my cheek, still in shock. He just kissed my cheek in public, and I don't even care if anyone saw.

"Why do you look like a tomato?" my mom asks bluntly, startling me.

"O-Oh, sorry. I didn't notice you come back."

"It's okay, sweetie," my mom laughs.

"Let's go back home. Justin's probably wondering what's taking so long." It's amazing how I can go from being flustered by Louis to thinking about Justin in a matter of seconds.

"What about Christina's party?" she questions.

"We'll figure that out later. Besides, we have a few months anyways," I say, pushing our cart full of food to the checkout isle.

[Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I haven't updated in, like, a million years! This story is going to have extremely slow updates because I'm working on other stories as well :)






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