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Preference- You Don't Like His Girlfriend (Louis, Part One)

You Don’t Like His Girlfriend (Louis)

I was extremely busy with juggling a job, having a social life and now attending University. It felt like the only time I got to spend any time with my best friend Louis was on holidays and even that was pushing it most times.

I remember when he got discovered on X-factor, we made a promise to never forget each other. If there wasn’t enough time we would make time to see each other because it was a friendship like no other. That promise had lasted us years and only had been broken recently because of his new girlfriend.

I didn’t even want to know her name, though I knew it. I tried to forget it but a part of me knew that Louis would hold onto her for a long time. Just like our so-called friendship. That was just who Louis was.

I sighed plopping on my bed back first. I picked up my phone and held it out in front of me while laying down. I texted Louis feeling like a needy friend, he hadn’t answered my last couple of texts. When had I become the girl who texted him until he answered?

1:35pm Hey Lou, it’s Y/N sorry for the texts. I just need to know if you will here tomorrow or if you have a change of plans?

Tomorrow I was being honoured for a piece I had written in my creative writing class about fame. I was picked out of 300 students and got a large cash prize along with it. Louis said he would always be there for things like this, but I couldn’t help but feel like my accomplishments were nothing compared to what he was doing, performing in front of thousands in stadiums around the world.

1:38pm “Y/N? I don’t know a Y/N, how did you get my number?”

1:38pm “Oh, shut up I need to know if you’re coming!”

1:40pm “Well you made it sound like I deleted your number. You basically set yourself up for it!! I will be there though, anything for you darling. Wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

I laid on my bed with a cheesy smile. It quickly disappeared when I read the second text he sent.

1:40pm “Is it ok if I bring my girl?”

I wanted to throw my phone across the room. Of course it wasn’t ok! I hadn’t seen Louis in months and I needed to hang out with him along! Not with some girl making me a third wheel. But I couldn’t say any of that of course.

1:41pm “Course you can, this is a free country.”

He totally ignored my snarky comment.

1:45pm “Great see you tomorrow love, can’t wait!”

Tomorrow came in no time and I was practicing my acceptance speech in the mirror. I had only a couple minutes before I had to go out there and receive my award and Louis was still nowhere to be seen.

I checked my phone but no texts or calls. I scanned my twitter news feed which was the worst thing to do. There were pictures of Louis and her all of it. They were seen at the local park cinema and even at the local mall.

I was stupid to think he would come. I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up, this friendship wasn’t working and I was holding on for both of us.

After receiving my award in front of my parents and classmates it was bitter sweet. Louis ruined this night for me.

I sat in the audience focusing on the award I had gotten long after everyone had left. Still with the hope that Louis would show up and have some grand excuse, though I knew they would all be lies.

Someone cleared their throat behind me, I turned around and it was Louis and his girlfriend, smiling from ear to ear. My expression on the other hand looked nothing like theirs.

“We’re so sorry! Haven’t been here in so long and we got caught up!” He walked towards me.

I laughed without humor. “Well it’s nice to know where you’re priorities are.” I focused on the girls face.

Louis whispered something in her ear and she waved as she left the room. “Listen I get it your pissed but don’t take it out on her.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“You have a lot of nerve Louis. I don’t see you in months and then you miss this, all because you were shopping with her.” I pointed out to the hallway.

“I said I’m sorry Y/N, just drop it!” He looked at me with fierce eyes that said not now. But I didn’t care he was going to hear what I had to say whether he liked it or not.

“No I will not ‘drop it’ but what I will do is drop us. This friendship isn’t working Louis, we’ve changed obviously.” I crossed my arms trying not to make eye contact with him.

“That’s fine I don’t need a friend who doesn’t get along with my girlfriend.” He turned to leave but I stopped him.

“Thank you for clearing this all up. Happy shopping.” I left before he could and practically ran home. This wasn’t how this night was supposed to end. How did everything get so complicated?

A/N - This one is for the anon who was lovely enough to request it!!! I can’t believe I haven’t written in so long but I haven’t been up to writing until today. I thank you all for being so kind and letting me take a break, so in honour of you guys I will be trying to learn how to make au meme’s for the boys, if you have any tips let me know!!!! AHHH crazy I will probably make some about the 5SOS guys to because… I love them to let’s be honest here. I also may be putting my fan fics on hold right now… ALSO I DIDN’T GET TO EXPRESS MY FEELS ABOUT THE NEW SONG! IT’S PERF!

If you like this one give it a like and if I get enough I will write a part two, you know the drill! Anyway I will be on all day figuring this stuff out so I’m here to talk if you need today! Talk to you soon!

#one direction #onedirectionpreference #youdontlikehisgf #partone #request #messageme #Followme #loveme?#louis tomlinson #y/n

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Hi, sorry but could you please make a "you don't like his girlfriend" imagine mabob for Louis?? Oh, by the way I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR BLOG!!!! Xx nirvana

OMG you don't ever have to feel sorry when you ask me for something love! I will be writing this week so I will definitely write this :) Thanks for the love you're too kind! Xx

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You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone

I know I haven't been writing and you're probably mad with me but my grandma was just admitted to the ICU. I'm trying to stay strong and be with my family right now. I'm very sorry for being all over the map but when I'm ready to write again I will let you know. My thoughts and prays are with my grandma right now so if you could send some my way I would be deeply touched. Love you guys, we will talk soon.

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Preference - You Don't Like His Girlfriend (Harry, Part Two)

I couldn’t have been more right if I was an actual psychic. The tabloids were filled with my words from the interview. Also Harry had decided to ignore me, he even said a few words about how my jealously was effecting my judgement of Kendall to a few interviewers and on Twitter.

I hated how he was airing all our dirty laundry to the media but then again I was the one who had started it.

“Y/N, You need to call him.” Niall said as he took a handful of fries off my plate. I swatted his hand away.

“Niall it’s not that easy.” I scrolled through my phone and our ship name was still trending. It had been a week and people weren’t going to give up until we were together or until the next scandal, which I hoped was soon.

He shrugged his shoulders, “Fine then talk to Kendall.” He said rolling his eyes. I hit him on the shoulder which resulted in a dirty look from him.

“You’re a genius Niall!” I shouted as I called my publicist. I needed her to set up a hang out with Kendall so I could smooth this over, not only for my image but for Harry’s friendship.

“She will meet you there in 15 minutes, can you do that?” My publicist asked after my third phone call I had finally gotten through.

“Yes, I will leave right now.” I hung up and grabbed my coat from its hanger in the closet. I was off to the café down the street. I knew Kendall was going to tip off the media. Actually I was counting on it so they could see what great friends we were.

I ordered a latte and waited for Kendall to arrive. She was 10 minutes late and was dressed in casual clothing, her huge sunglasses were covering half of her face.

She saw me and I got up to give her a hug but she just sat down and stared back at her phone. After a few minutes of awkward silence she finally pushed her sunglasses up so they rested on top of her head and looked at me.

She gave a fake smile, “The only reason I’m doing this is because my mother is making me. So don’t get any ideas, we aren’t becoming friends after what you said about me to Tyler.” She said pushing her hair off her face. My face on the other hand was shocked.

She didn’t even want to patch things up even as Harry’s girlfriend. I was Harry’s best friend. I used to think that Harry would pick me over anyone but obviously I was wrong, maybe if we didn’t make up Harry would just move on.

But I couldn’t.

“Well, I just wanted to say sorry. I said things I didn’t mean.” I took a sip of my latte. Kendall just stared down at her nails as if what I was saying was the most boring thing she had heard.

“Whatever. I could say the same about you, you know? How did you even get famous? But then I know it was because of Harry.” She said looking at me with a small smile.

I wanted to hit her but it looked like she held true to her nature and the paparazzi had begun to swarm the outside of the restaurant.

I took her hand in my and put on my biggest smile. “Oh you’re too precious.”

“Listen, I understand that Harry had a thing for you in the past. But he doesn’t want you anymore can’t you tell? It’s a little desperate what you’re doing.” She said matching my expression.

“I don’t know who you think you are but Harry will always pick me.” I said getting up and leaving her without even another glance. I had finally come to my senses and Harry needed to know. It would always be like this because I wanted Harry. Harry was mine and he was always going to be mine.

I called Harry’s phone and there was no answer. I called him again but nothing so I decided to drop by his house. I knocked on the door twice before he answered.

Before he had time to say anything I kissed him. Our lips collided and he brought me in the house, closing the door with my back.

“A hello would have been fine.” He said with a small smile.

A/N - Welll helllooo there! What a hello that was ;) Anyway I will be posting a part three if I get enough likes. I know I have been slacking these days because I want to write all this stuff but it’s hard to find the time. Anyway I will try to update POTS on Saturday as usual to get back on schedule. Also Kerosene will be updated on Monday so I have the whole weekend.

If you want a preference written just let me know! I can always find the time because sometimes they only take an hour or so to write. So don’t be shy! I swear I don’t bite and I never ignore an anon. Talk to you soon my lovelies!!

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Kerosene- The beginning

The good, the bad, and the annoyed.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m living with him.” I spat back at my mother crossing my arms across my chest. There was no way I was going to live with the excuse of a father I had. Not after what happened between him and my mother.

“Darling, I can’t stay here any longer. Your father and Savannah will take care of you, I just can’t right now. I need to find a way to take care of myself Camie.” She shook her head looking down at the floor as I saw the tears well up in her eyes. “I can’t get over your father, if I can still see him every day.” I grabbed her hands to keep them from shaking and kept them in mine.

My father had really done a number on my mom. He had cheated on her with his secretary, leaving my mother with the only choice she knew was right for her. Divorce.

Everything was going fine until we got a letter in the mail from my father announcing his wedding. He was going to marry the very mistress that broke up my parent’s marriage. The same woman who would be my step mother in mere months and the woman I would be living with at least until I was eighteen.

“Mom, I hate him! You can’t just run away and move to Italy I won’t allow it!” I said trying to convince her that I was enough for her to stay, that I could somehow pick up the pieces that my dad had so carelessly broken.

“Pack your things. I’m taking you there in an hour.” She said leaving the room and ending the conversation.

It was clear her mind was already made up, but how could she leave me. I was seventeen, still a child who needed her mother. What I didn’t need was Satan himself raising me.

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I looked around my room one last time, it was finally empty. After filling boxes upon boxes I was surprised that my whole life could fit into five of them.

I waited in the doorway scared to turn off the light and accept that I was leaving. The memories overwhelmed me. Like the time I had fallen off the bed when I was five and spilt my knee open that left a huge scar, even how every night my mother used to read to me because my dad wasn’t home yet from a long day at the office. Come to think of it he was never really in any of my memories and now I was going to live with him. I doubted I would be creating any new good ones with him.

I turned off the light and ran downstairs. I locked the door on the way out and met my mother in her run down SUV. I remember her fighting with my father who wanted her to buy something extravagate that let the neighbours know how much he made, but she wanted something that had character and a story. My mother was the most creative person I knew and my father never understood that.

“Ready?” She asked pulling out of the driveway. “No, I’m really not ready.” I said lastly putting in my headphones as we drove to Los Angles from San Diego. It wasn’t a very far drive about two hours but with traffic we could be in the car for hours. So I turned up the volume and stared out the video, there was no way I was going to talk to the woman who was abandoning me with a father I didn’t even know.

When we finally reached the Hollywood Hills I had fallen asleep only to be woken up by a knock on the car window. It was my father. He was smiling ear to ear and his finance was behind him with the same matched expression. It made me sick.

“I’m so glad you made it safe.” My dad said giving me a side hug. I shrugged him off and looked back in the car. “This is your last chance to save my sanity.” I whispered to my mother who smiled and popped the truck.

Once the boxes were taken out the only thing left to do was to hug my mother goodbye. It felt like I was never going to see her again and I hated that feeling. “You can call, text, and Skype me every day. I love you Camie.” she said pushing my hair behind my ear.

“I will and I love you too mom.” I said hugging her tightly. I never wanted to let her go. She wiped the tears off of her cheek and got back in the car. When she drove off I hoped she thought about this moment because it was a defining one. The moment she ruined me and the moment she had made the biggest mistake of her life.

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4 Years Later _________

“How do you feel?” Zac asked me as I left the worst place of my life, Drug Rehabilitation.

“You know I feel fine and I’m just glad you were the one to pick me up, I really didn’t want management coming.” I said hugging him tightly.

Zac was in the same program as me but got out a month earlier. He was also my supplier while I was in Rehab, providing me with the same drugs that got me into that place. The only reason I had to go was to keep my image intact.

I had been signed by Capital Records when I was living with my father and the only reason I kept singing and auditioning was to get away from him. It had worked when I ran into an executive from the company and charmed him into giving me a chance. Four years, three albums and three world tours later I was still with them doing what I loved to do which was to sing.

But when word got out about my dependency problem they wanted me to clean up my act and the only way to do that was to check myself into rehab. Management didn’t care if I was still doing drugs the only thing they cared about was if I looked bad for their company.

“I wouldn’t let that happen.” He said squeezing me tighter. When we separated I looked in the plastic bag they gave me. The only thing that mattered in it was my phone. I turned it on and already seen a message from management.

9:16am Welcome back Camie. We have an event for you to go to tonight to introduce you back into the music world. A new sober image. I will email you the information. Ashlyn will be stopping by the condo for your hair and make-up at 5:00pm. We look forward to working with you again.

Great not even a day without them telling me what to do, but at least I still had a job. I looked through my emails and sure enough there was an email from them. I was attending the Video Music Awards and had been nominated for best video.

“Zac, do you mind dropping me off at home. I have to make a sober appearance that the VMA’s.” I rolled my eyes but he just smiled nodded. He understood this game that I was playing because he had played it before.

Zac is a well-known actor who is extremely successful and has had to go to rehab many times for his drug and alcohol dependency. Not because he wanted to get sober but because was forced by management like me.

When we reached my condo I gave Zac a quick kiss before I tried to get out of the car, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into the seat to kiss me harder. I felt him slip something in my hand and knew exactly what it was. Apparently I wasn’t going to this award show sober.

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“You look so healthy.” Ashlyn said as soon as she saw me. Little did she know I actually hadn’t been clean at all. Ashlyn had been my stylist and make-up artist for years and I was surprised she didn’t know me better. Maybe she just believed what she wanted to.

When I was finally all dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing an Elie Saab dress that had a very low neckline and had thick straps. The dress was made out a black leotard and then draped with a see through material flowing skirt. My brown hair was put up into a pony tail and my make-up was quite simple because the dress was so dramatic, but it still made my blue eyes pop.

I looked at myself one last time before leaving. There was SUV ready to take me to the red carpet. Being in the SUV reminded me of my mother. This would be the kind my father would want. Super extravagant with a television in the back and tinted windows, nothing like the rusty one my mother had bought.

She was still in Italy and had actually found a boyfriend that made her very happy. She texted me every day telling me how much she missed me but never gave me an invitation to come visit. I would in a heartbeat.

I slipped two pills into my hand discretely and swallowed them with some water. The memory of my mother was what pushed me over the edge this time. I didn’t want to think anymore and Ecstasy was the way to get rid of those thoughts.

It took us twenty minutes to get to the red carpet and I was already feeling the effects. I hugged the interviewer when I reached him. “Camie Ruest everyone!” He shouted to the crowd. Everyone screamed and my heart warmed. I never got over that feeling it was like a high itself.

“So you have been through some tough times, what do you have to say to all your fans.” He said handing me the microphone.

“I just want to say I love every single one of you. You have stuck by me through everything and I know without you I would be nothing.” I said waving to the crowd gathered on the red carpet.

My publicist seemed pleased with me until I got in front of the cameras. Every flash made my eyes water and I was blinded, I wasn’t used to it after being away from it for so long. I went to walk but instead got my dress caught on my shoe and I tripped.

I laid there for a few minutes not moving and staring up at the sky. The clouds seemed to be dancing in front of my eyes and I reached out to touch them but someone grabbed my hand and pulled me up. It wasn’t a dream. I was just high as hell.

“Are you alright, love?” The raspy British voice asked me as I brushed off my dress. “Does it look like I’m ok?” I snapped realizing I had almost ruined my image again, my first day out of rehab. It could have been a record. I could see the headlines now Camie Ruest on drugs again…Already.

“A thank you would’ve been more effective.” He said which made me look at him. When I did my annoyed expression faltered and he had seen it. I was talking to Harry Styles. The Harry Styles.

I reached up and touched his cheek where his dimples were. “They look better in real life.” I blurted out. He looked me deeply in the eyes and then shook his head.

“Just grab my arm and I will lead you the rest of the way in ok?” He said pretending that we were old friends that were just catching up though he had an annoyed tone. When we were inside he looked at me again. “Ok you look better in this light, just don’t take anymore.” He waited for me to answer.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, you don’t even know me.” I said with a fake smile for the cameras that would surely be lurking on us.

“Again, a thank you would’ve been effective.” He said joining his bandmates a few rows above still looking annoyed.

As much as I hated to admit it, I had almost screwed up everything I worked for. The last four months would’ve been for nothing and my label may have thought about dropping me if it wasn’t for him. Harry. Fucking. Styles.

A/N- Hello everyone! Heres my new fan fic! Let me know what you think of it! I was going to post part 2 today of Harry's preference but I got caught up writing this!!

I will post it tomorrow I promise!!!! I love you guys for understanding!!

#kerosene #harrystyles #barbara palvin #one direction #onedirectionfanfic #leaveacomment

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Part 2!!

Part Two will be coming tomorrow as long as you guys can get those likes up to at least 45 :) So gettttt liking my lovelies!!

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Perfect On the Surface - Chapter Eleven

Elegance is key. If you don't have elegance how can you accompany a man who is rich by inheritance.

“What should I wear?” I asked Liam who was picking out an outfit for himself.

“Just wear something causal.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“Where are we even going Mr. Vague?” I asked crossing my arms.

“We’re going to Troyes.” He said putting on a black belt. Troyes was the most expensive restaurant on campus. The only reason Waver had the restaurant was to thank their sponsors and donators, because the rest of us sure as hell couldn’t afford it, not with the pretty price tag tuition had.

“Liam! I can’t just dress up causal for Troyes!” I shouted searching through the closet where I had recently cleared out half of Liam’s things and put my own.

“Just wear whatever. We have to leave in half an hour.” He said leaving the room for me to get ready.

After ten minutes of searching I finally found the perfect dress. It was red with a sweetheart neckline but had red lace covering up to my collarbone.

I put on some black wedge heels and started on my make-up. I opted out of anything fancy and just lined my waterline with a black swipe of eyeliner, traced my eyelashes with mascara and put on a nice red lipstick.

I grab my black leather clutch and ran downstairs. Liam was wearing a suit jacket but had on jeans to make him look more causal. I suddenly felt overdressed but I wasn’t about to walk into Troyes with jeans on.

Liam looked me up and down. “You look beautiful.” I raised my eyebrow and narrowed my eyes. Liam never just said things like that. I looked on the other side of the room and sure enough Niall was in the living room with Harry. They were playing guitars practicing for something I assumed.

“My parents are going to love you.” Liam said looping his arm in mine.

When we got outside it was extremely cold. I never got over the weather in Leicester, always cold and rainy. It was nothing like Orlando and my natural tan was fading with every day I spent here.

“You’re a good actor.” I said looking up at him. He gave me a small smirk but when I looked in his eyes it looked like he wanted to say something but he thought better of it.

“Well Niall was right there I had to put on a good show.” He said giving me a wink.

When we made it to Troyes it was just like I remembered it being in the brochures I received first year. It looked like a mansion from the outside but was actually a restaurant. It had been a frat house for the most elite at Waver about 50 years ago but then was converted when those students became wealthy and donated to the University.

“I don’t want to go in.” I said taking a deep breath while we walked up the front stairs. Liam took my hand and forced me to face him.

“It will be fine. Just act like we have been dating for a while, you were in my bed after all.” He said shaking his head at the memory.

I hit him playfully on the shoulder. “You wouldn’t wake up!” I yelled. Liam raised his eyebrow and gave me a smirk as he held the door open for me.

“It’s under Payne.” He said to the hostess ending our conversation. We followed the hostess to the table which was in the middle of the restaurant. Liam’s dad stood up and shook his hand while his mom got up and waited for Liam to give her a hug. When she did Liam turned to me and wrapped a hand around my waist.

“This is Analeigh.” Liam said using my first name instead of my middle name which everyone called me. I gave Liam’s dad a handshake as well as his mother.

When I sat down Liam’s dad shook his head. “You didn’t even push in the chair for your lady.” He said tsking. Liam blushed at that and I couldn’t help but smile. Over the year of knowing Liam I had never seen him blush before.

“Dad, don’t make me look bad.” He said giving his father a smile small.

“Oh you two stop it. She is sitting that is all that matters.” His mother said looking down at the menu. When we had order our meals I just got a small plate of crab cakes while Liam settled with the same soup his mother and father ordered.

“So how did you two meet?” His mother asked while we waited for the food to arrive.

“It isn’t that interesting.” I said looking at Liam who smiled to reassure me. “It was my first day of classes and I sat right in the middle of the classroom and Liam sat right beside me. After that we sat beside each other every day and the rest is history.” I grabbed Liam’s hand squeezing it.

“It was interesting to me.” Liam said taking his hand back. “She stood out like a sore thumb because she was wearing a tie dyed tank top, meanwhile it was still pretty cold out. So I sat beside her thinking that she would be interesting. At the end of class, I don’t know if you remember this.” He said looking at me and smiling.

“I tried to give you my jacket and you rejected me saying it wouldn’t match your outfit.” He said shaking his head while he rubbed his temples.

“I don’t remember that at all.” I said whispering in Liam’s ear as our meals had arrived.

“I didn’t make it up if that is what you’re asking.” He said with a smirk.

“Where are you from?” Liam’s dad asked as he took a sip of his wine glass. I had opted out of drinking anything in order to make a good impression on Liam’s parents who already knew I was sleeping in the same bed as their son.

“I’m from U.S., Orlando Florida to be specific.” I said focusing on my crab cakes that were delicious.

“Did your parents move with you?” Liam’s dad asked and I tensed at the question. My demanding mother hadn’t wanted to come and I wasn’t even sure if my dad knew I was even here. Liam seemed to notice my mood swing and changed the subject.

“She got a full ride to Waver, she is by herself but she is adjusting quite well.” Liam said taking a spoonful of his soup. “She is pretty much the mom of the house.” He said laughing.

My eyes widened as did his mothers. “Oh so you live together?” She said clearing her throat. Liam looked at me than back to his mother and nodded.

“That is quite serious Liam.” She said whispering as if I wasn’t at the table. “We don’t even get to know you have a girlfriend but now she is living with you. I guess that explains why she answered your phone.” She said shaking her head.

The waiter came by and I ordered a glass of wine. If I was going to get through this lunch I was going to need some liquid encouragement. “Liam, you know what your mother is trying to say. We want you to be with someone who is in the same group as us.” He said looking at me with a smile that was full of pity.

“What do you mean by the same group?” I chimed in crossing my arms. Liam took my hand and interrupted me.

“He doesn’t mean anything.” He said giving his dad a death stare. I had never seen Liam so tense before.

“Liam let’s not sugar coat it someone who knows our lifestyle and can accompany you.” He said looking to Liam with sad eyes.

“With elegance.” His mom chimed in and I swear my jaw dropped. Did they know who I was? I studied elegance for years while competing. Not the mention the fact that they had just both called me poor. Maybe it was because I wasn’t wearing name brands or wasn’t dripping in jewellery but these people knew nothing about me. Meanwhile I wasn’t actually dating their son so they didn’t know him very well either.

“You’re right Mrs. Payne. I think we should just end this here Liam. I’m very sorry I have wasted your time.” I said curtseying to them. If they wanted to act like they were royal that was how I was going to treat them. I practically ran out of there I was so furious.

Liam came running out as I was already at the bottom of the stairs. I turned in the opposite direction to find Niall and Blondie walking hand in hand who were headed my way.

“I’m so sorry.” Liam said when he caught up to me but I interrupted him by kissing him on the lips and acting as if it was the best kiss ever.

I whispered in his ear before we separated “Niall is right there.” I nodded in his direction. He smiled and pretended to act as if we were the perfect couple before Niall and Blondie were out of our sights. There was no question Niall had seen us because he texted me moments later.

1:36pm Get a room.

This was actually working and I couldn’t believe it. Liam looked down at me with a serious face. “We don’t have to do this anymore. I can’t believe my parents said that to you.” He said shaking his head.

“Liam its working, we can’t stop now.” I said showing him the text. Liam gave me a small nod and put his hand on the small of my back. “Well in that case can you come back inside?” He said but there was no way I was going to play nice if I went back in there.

“Liam I don’t want to play pretend with your parents. They’re horrible actually.” I said putting my hands on my hips trying to stand my ground.

“You will if you want me to be your boyfriend in front of Niall.” He said narrowing his eyes.

I threw my hands up. “Why do you need a girlfriend anyway?” I asked following him back up the stairs.

“My parents like to pick who I date, it’s always been that way and you kind of screwed things up with answering that phone. Now my parents think I’m just goofing off and ignoring their wishes so you can’t just be a fling you have to be my girlfriend, or else my parents are going to pull the funding on my spending money, the money that pays for our house.” Liam said rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“Wait your parents pay for the whole house?” I asked stopping him.

“Yeah the boys stay for free because my parents have met all of them and approve. This is why my mother was so upset about you living with me, without permission.” He said shrugging. “So please can you just sit there and act like the best girlfriend anyone could ever have?” He asked with a huge smile.

“Fine but if your mom says I’m not elegant again I’m pulling the pageant card.” I said rolling my eyes joining the table where Liam’s parents looked more than disappointed to see me back.

A/N- Soooo sorry it took me so long to update! Because of this I will be updating on Friday probably!! The schedule is quite busy this week but I will be finishing Harry's preference and starting my new fan fic this week and I'm so excited!!

Side Note- I know in this chapter Karen and Geoff are nothing like they are in real life. This is a fan fic and I had to add some drama just know that I love Liam's parents in real life and know they are total sweethearts!

That's all for now, I love you all my beautiful lovelies!

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