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!]


16. Chapter 16

My Playlist:
Whistle - Glee
Let Me Love You - Glee
What Makes You Beautiful - Glee
Roar - Glee
Perfect - Glee


"Natalie, I'm so glad you're home," Justin coos once I enter the kitchen. He's sitting there, scribbling things down on a piece of paper. He looks up at me, making his glasses fall down the bridge of his nose slightly. 

"Yeah, me too," I reply, dropping my purse onto the table and plopping into the seat next to him. 

"Why didn't you answer my text?"

"Oh, I didn't see it," I lie. 

"Okay." He doesn't believe me. "I asked you if you wanted to come to the studio with me. I wanted you to hear what I'm working on."

"Is that what you're doing now?" I question, scooting closer to him to block Louis from my mind, even though I was trying to block Justin from my mind nearly an hour ago. 

"Yeah, just some ideas," he mutters, putting the pencil behind his ear. "But I need a distraction, for now. Maybe that will give me some ideas." Justin winks, pulling my chair impossibly closer to his. 


"Shh," he interrupts. "Just you and me." He grabs my waist, pulling me onto his lap before pressing his lips against mine. His hands find their way to my hair, running through the long tresses.

No matter how hard I try, I can't help but feel guitly for what I've been doing. Dating Justin while spending time with Louis . . . Not that that really matters since he's leaving tomorrow.

I squeal in surprise as Justin pushes his hips up to mine, bringing me out of my thoughts. He tries the action again, this time harder. He groans, causing my face to flush in embarrasment. Using this as a distraction, he slips his tongue into my mouth. 

I try to pull away, but he only deepens his actions, releasing my hair and forcefully grabbing my wrist instead. 

"Louis," I try to say, but how can I when his tongue is shoved down my throat?

Acting on desperateness, I bite down on his tongue. He yelps and pulls back, completely shocked.

"Ow! Natalie, what the hell was that for?" 

"I couldn't find any other way for you to stop," I say, thankful that I can jump into the other chair without him being able to protest.

"Why did you stop me?" he asks. His eyes are red with anger.

"Because. You know how I feel about . . . that." My cheeks flush red again, thanks to my pale skin.

"About what?"

"What we were doing," I sigh in frustration. How many times do I have to tell him? I told him how I feel about sex when we first started dating, and I must have told him a million times after that, but he just can't get it in his head.

"What's wrong with that? Seriously, Nat, your parents have influenced you too much. Yeah, I know your dad's a pastor and all, and you've grown up in church your whole life, but you don't need to be a prude."

"I'm not being a prude!" I fire at him. "I'm waiting for the right time, and the right person," I whisper the last part, hoping he doesn't hear it. 

He doesn't. "And when is that time?" 

"My wedding night," I inform him like the many times I have before.

"We've been dating for a long time, Natalie. What, six months?"

"Seven," I correct.

"See! That's a long time, isn't it? Besides, we live in the same house for Pete's sake!"

"I'm only living here because I know you wouldn't try anything, or at least thought you wouldn't," I tell him. "And that's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" He groans in frustration, laying his head on the table.

"The point is," I begin, "I'm not having sex with you until we get married. None. Not anything even close. I'm saving myself." I cross my arms over my chest, trying to boost myself higher.

"You know what, fine. We won't have sex until we're married. That just shows how much we really love each other." Justin stands up from his chair, quickly grabbing the papers and storming out of the room.

I let my head fall, my hair cascading over my shoulders, creating a type of security blanket, trying not to cry.

First, I screw up by accidentally saying something about Justin after I kissed Louis, then I find out Louis is going back to England within twenty-four hours, and now Justin's mad at me. What else could possibly go wrong?


Yes, my wonderful readers (if there are any), I have surprised you with my awesomeness by updating ahead of time (three days ahead, to be exact)! Go ahead, bow down in awe of my swaggalicious amazingness. Wait, actually, don't do that. Please (even though you know you want to).

What do you think? Jatalie (or Nustin?) fight! Ooh!


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Hopefully, I will be able to update Thursday, but I'm leaving tomorrow to go to Tallahassee (woo!) for Thanksgiving. What are your plans for Thanksgiving (except those of you who live outside of the US)? This is the first year I'm actually going somewhere, so it's pretty epic. 

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xx Lauren

(PS- if you couldn't tell by my playlist, I'm in love with Glee. I've only seen fifteen episodes, and I stayed up until 3AM last night watching it)

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