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!]


9. Chapter 9

As I wake up the next morning, all I can think about is how much fun I had last night. I actually had fun; Louis was so sweet. We talked the entire night, and though I might have had a few too many drinks (whoops!), I remember every second. We talked about what it was like for him to be in One Direction, with girls screaming at him every second, what it was like to sing in front of thousands of people (he said he still gets nervous, even after performing plenty of times); we talked about his bandmates, and how he loves them more than he could love a brother if he had one. We also talked about my life as a model, traveling the world, and doing photo shoots (even though he has a pretty good idea what that's like). He also brought up the subject of Justin, but I quickly changed the topic. He seemed to realize that I didn't want to talk about him because he started talking about his ex-girlfriends, including Eleanor, who he recently broke up with because they had parted ways, though they are still great friends.

And the best part is? He gave me his number.

He had offered to drive me home, but I told him that I had my own car, and he'd have no way to get back to his car at Soho House. But he insisted and I finally let him because I really wanted to see him again today. He drove me home in his car, which means he's going to drive me back to Soho House this afternoon to pick up my car. 

I hop out of bed, deciding to take a hot shower, mainly to wash off the guilt of yesterday --yes, I feel guilty for flirting with Louis while I am dating Justin (even though he was probably out doing much worse things with Selena). The shower helps to clear my mind (or helps it feel more troubled), and I begin to feel scared that Justin might find out about LAST NIGHT. It's not as if we did anything wrong (like I said, I remember every second); we just got to know each other really well... 

After I have gotten dressed and eaten breakfast, I check my phone to see where my "boyfriend" is. I have barely seen him the past few days, and the guilt is eating away at my mind. I need to call Justin to get rid of the doubt. I call him, but only receive his voice mail.

"Hey, Justin..it's me, Natalie. Where are you? I have barely gotten the chance to talk to you in a while. I miss you... Please call me back. Love you, bye." I hang up the phone, partially frustrated, and have half the mind to call Selena; but my common sense takes over before I press call. Then something catches my eye.

Louis's name is in my contacts? When did he do that? I could have sworn I remember every second of last night... I guess I was wrong. Which means there could be more that I don't remember from last night.

To Louis:

[Hey, Louis. It's Natalie. When are you coming to pick me up? We need to talk.]

Not even a minute later, my phone bings again.

To Natalie:

[I'll be there in a few minutes. What about?]

To Louis:

[I'll tell you when you get here.]

To Natalie:

[I was actually wondering if I could take you out to lunch? :)]

I am not quite sure if I want to go out to lunch with him because I will surely feel even more guilty, but Justin doesn't have the decency to answer my call so I decide, in a way, to spite him.

To Louis:

[I'd love to! See you in a few.]

As expected, a few minutes later, the doorbell rings, signaling that Louis has come to pick me up. I smooth out my shirt nervously before opening the door.

"Hi," I say, my eyes traveling up to meet Louis's. They are a deep blue, hinted with the slightest bit of green. He looks even more breathtaking than last night with the sunlight filtering behind him. It's almost ironic, it makes him look like an angel.

"Hey." He smiles warmly. "Let's go." He wraps his arm around my waist, helping me down the steps like a gentleman. The skin underneath my shirt gets a tingling feeling, but I push it away.

"Louis, I-I...I have a boyfriend," I stutter. I feel bad for ruining something so sweet, like this. 

His smile actually fades off of his face and turns into a scowl. "I was just helping you down."

"Oh," I mutter. "Sorry." I can feel my cheeks heating up; curse my pale complexion.

"No worries," he tells me, acting is if he isn't affected, even though I know he is. There's something in his eyes that I can't quite put my finger on... He walks over to the passenger side and holds the door open. He's much more of a gentleman than your real 'boyfriend', my self conscience reminds me.

"Your food will be here in ten minutes," the young, beach blonde waitress informs us, sneaking glances at Louis every five seconds. Well, it honestly can't be considered sneaking because both Louis and I have noticed. 

"Thank you," Louis tells her politely. She smiles a perfectly white smile and walks away. 

"D'ya think she ever got plastic surgery on her 'womanly parts'?" Iask. 

"Her breasts do look abnormally large," Louis counters, causing me to laugh. 

"They do." I grab my glass of water and take a sip. 

"Are you sure you don't want soda? Or something more than a salad?"

"No, I'm fine." I smile. "I'm a model, remember? Gotta keep my shape in check."

"I think you'd look fine, either way," he mutters under his breath.

I decide not to respond because I don't think he wanted me to hear what he said. 

"What about me?"

"Huh?" Louis looks back at me, confusion clear on his face. 

"Do you think I've ever gotten plastic surgery?" I observe as the mischievous glint returns to his captivating eyes. 

"Mmmm... No." He winks jokingly. 

"And I don't plan on ever getting plastic surgery. I don't understand why someone as young as our waitress wou-,"

"Here is your salad, ma'am." The waitress plops a plate down in front of me. "And dressing on the side."

"Thank you," I say. Did she hear what we were talking about? "And, actually, can I have a hamburger with as well? Medium rare, please. With ketchup, mayonnaise, and cheese."

She smacks her bright red-colored lips at me, adding a reluctant 'sure.'

"And get her a root beer with that," Louis commands. 

Once she walks away, he whispers, "I don't think she likes you very much."

"Probably because I'm sitting down with you and she's standing up, waiting on other people."

"I just can't help my good looks," he shrugs, holding his hands up on the air. 

"You're a chick magnet," I giggle. 

"I wouldn't call myself that. The title 'chick magnet' is more of Harry's thing."

"Bringing your bandmate down, are you?" I tease. 

"Respectively." He nods solemnly, before cracking up. I really love the way his face looks when he's laughing; it's refreshing.

"You're crazy," I tell him. "That's what you are! Not a chick magnet, a lunatic."

"Spend a few more days with me, and you'll start to experience the same symptoms, kid," he advises, donning a strange accent. 

"Will I be spending a few more days with you?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

"I wouldn't mind at all." 


Sorry I haven't updated much recently! I just really didn't know what to write D:

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