Tell Me A Lie
~Chapter 9~
I wake up the next morning but I don't open my eyes, I just relive every moment of last night. Our first time was so perfect, so amazing. Feeling his body so close, feeling like an actual couple, feeling it bring us closer than we'd ever been before. There's also the guilt, too though. It hangs over my head like a dark cloud. I finally open my eyes to see Niall staring at my face. "You're so beautiful." He whispers, carressing my cheek. I smile. "That was.." I trail off, at loss for a word. "Perfect," Niall finishes for me, a smile on his lips. I stare at them, wanting them to be on mine. He reads my expression, "Not now, I have to get to the studio," He laughs. I pout, wanting him more than ever. "Tonight, I promise," He winks before getting out of bed and getting dressed. I wait till he leaves the apartment to get ready myself. I bump into him in the kitchen. "Oh, Niall, I thought you were gone," I say, shocked. He stares at a laptop screen, his face blank. "What's this?" He asks, pointing to the screen. I look at the screen, curious. My heart stops. It's my reply to that mean fan. My very rude reply. "You said this to a fan?" He asks, no emotion in his voice. "Niall, let me explain-" He interupts me, anger filling the air, "There's nothing to explain! That's your name, your reply, your words! To one of my fans!" He roars. "Do you even care what she said to me?" I ask, my voice cracking. "Nothing could have deserved that." He shouts before storming out the door. I run out after him. "SHE'S THE ONE WHO MADE ME STARVE MYSELF, I DON'T DESERVE TO SAY SOMETHING BACK?!" I scream as he gets in Harry's car and drives away.
As soon as his car fades, I sink to the ground, crying. Without thinking I call Dylan, and in a matter of minutes, he's at the apartment, hugging me tight. "Shh, shh, it's okay," He whispers. "I gave him everything last night," I whimper. "And he doesn't even love me enough to stand up for me against some crazy b/tch who made me starve myself," I sob into his shirt. "It's okay, it's okay," He mumbles into my hair. I hug him even tighter, sitting next to him on the couch. "Know what I saw today?" He asks, making me look up at him. "What?" I whimper. "It was a picture of me and Zayn, one Zayn had posted on Twitter," He explains. "Someone had posted it on another site and commented on it, they literally wrote a paragraph about how God like Zayn was. And then a paragraph just as long about how ugly I am." He smirks. "You know what I did?" He asks. I shrug, not in the mood to guess. "I didn't reply with something nasty, I laughed. Because here I am, a good friend of some famous kid, and there they are. Too cowardly to even leave a name on a hate comment." He shrugs. I think about it for a second and decide it makes sense. "I don't think you're ugly," I whisper, our faces really close.
"And I don't think there's anything wrong with you, you're perfect." He smiles. I feel his breath on my lips. I can't help myself. I force my lips on his, to my surprise, he doesn't move away. He kisses me back. He understands me, he thinks the fans are wrong for treating me this way, he's on my side.
Niall's not. Even though he's supposed to be. This thought makes me kiss Dylan even harder. And in that moment, I feel perfect.

Dylan leaves after a few hours. Niall comes home. "You're still here," He says with no emotion. I don't know if it's supposed to be rude or not so I ignore him. "I thought you'd be gone." He continues. "Yeah, well you're not that lucky," I snap. "My family's out for the weekend, I have no where else to go." I snap. Suddenly, his arms are around my waist, his body pressed firmly to the back of me. My breath catches in my throat. I turn around and his face is inches away from mine. "Can we forget about today?" He whispers. I nod, even though I know I can't. Even when Niall and I kiss, even when we make love for the second time in two nights, I can't forget about today.
Not about what Niall said. Not about how Dylan's lips felt on mine. Not about how angry I am with Niall. Not about how right everything felt with Dylan.
No matter how hard I try I can't stop thinking..
What the hell did I just get myself into?
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Taylor thinks Niall's not on her side, but he thinks everything's okay again.. Where will it go for them? Taylor kissed Dylan.. and she enjoyed it.. Will it just be a one time thing or are they the real deal?
Please tell me what you think! Love you all<33