The Setup

I get to the studio and the boys were already there. Great I don't even get time to mentally prepare myself for this. Lola is beside me waving like an idiot at them. "Lola stop it! We have to go to makeup!"
"Ugh fine. But then we socialize? Oh I think Niall is checking you out! Get it girl." I get to my station and sit down waiting for my turn. I hear a thick Irish accent sound from behind me. "Cleo…its been so long." Damn. I am just going to play dumb. "I don't remember meeting you before so it really hasn’t." I hear him laugh. He comes into my view and leans on my makeup counter. Why can't he just leave me alone. "You and I both know that was a lie. But fine play dumb." I just glared at him. What the fuck did he want me to do? Throw myself at him like some dumbass fan? Because I am not that type of girl. "Why did you start modeling?" oh great these kind of questions. "Why did you want to be a pop star?" Yea I know, I really shouldn't be sassy but I can't help it. I think short temper, sarcasm, and sass in genetically encoded into red heads. He just laughs at me. Well at least his laugh hasn’t changed like the rest of him. I used to be taller than him of course I stopped growing when I was 14. I stood at 5'6". He was easily at least 2 inches taller. Now his hair. Lets just take a moment for that, I was shocked when I saw him on X-factor with fucking blonde hair. But now just his tips were blonde. I could see his naturally brown roots. His eyes were more of an icy blue than the deep blue I remembered. Of course I expected him to change, last time I saw him was 9 years ago. He responded to me "You always said I had the voice of an angel."
"I was 10 Niall. I didn't know jack shit." The makeup person came over and shooed Niall away. I am mentally thanking her. I don't like that Niall knows about my past. Well he doesn't really know. He didn't know what went on in my house. He doesn't know why I left. Why I never came back. After I got done with makeup Lola came over and practically dragged me with her to talk to the rest of the boys. They all introduced themselves. "Nice to meet you…I'm Lola and this is Cleo! She's the bomb. Such a good model." I rolled my eyes. I was only good because I wasn't a drama queen or a bitch to work with. Harry was watching me the whole time which made me uncomfortable. "What? Stop staring. That’s rude."
"I'm sorry its just you are very lovely."
"Thanks I guess. Its just the makeup though."
"No you were pretty before the makeup as well." Niall glared at him. I didn't really understand why though. Probably to make our fake relationship look more realistic. "You're cheeky." He just smiled at me. I liked Harry. He seemed fun. Finally the photographer came. I was modeling with Harry, Liam, and Niall. The photographer positions me. I am unbuttoning Niall's shirt, while his hands are around my waist. This seems a bit racy for Seventeen Magazine. "Pretend you're trying to stop her Niall! Not pull her closer! Yea there ya go!" He goes to work with Lola, Zayn and Louis while I get a touch up and change my outfit. "So this is what you do everyday?"
"Not usually. But sometimes I work with dudes. Most of the time they are shirtless…those are my favorite shoots to do." Niall coughed. Yea that’s what I thought. He remembers 12 year old me. The sweet innocent abused me. Well buddy you are in for a bumpy ride. "Its just pictures anyways. Nothing racy. Although for Burberry sometimes I have to be nude."
"What?! You are not doing that anymore! I won't let you."
"Excuse me? Its no--" I was cutoff by the photographer. After about another hour or so we were done. He went back to work with Lola and them. I went to take off the 10 pounds of makeup I had on. "Wait Cleo!" Niall came to my side. "I didn't mean to upset you back there…I just don't think that you should do that stuff."
"Its not your decision Niall. I do whatever I can. That’s how it works."
"Oh…well I didn't know that…um…you look better without all that makeup." Was he hitting on me? Right for our fake relationship. I giggled and flashed him a smile. He frowned a bit. Well shit what was his problem? He wanted to do this. "Don't be fake Cleo. I don't want that."
"Isn't that the whole point? This whole thing is fake." I finished taking off the makeup. I was heading to changed when he grabbed my waist and whispered in my ear. "I picked you because I knew I didn't have to be fake with you." Then he let me go. "So I will pick up at your place at say…6? Here give me your phone number so you can text me your address." I am just standing here gaping at him. He didn't mean what he whispered. I know he didn’t. He doesn't even know me anymore. I am nothing like that girl 9 years ago. I gave him my phone to put his number in. I did the same with his phone. "See this isn't so bad."
"I still don't want to be your fucking girlfriend." And with that I left him. I changed and noticed that the boys left. Thank the lord. Lola came running over to me. "OMG I SAW YOU AND NIALL EXCHANGE NUMBERS! Oh my gosh!!! Mickey will not believe this."
"How about I tell him okay? Please don't say anything Lola."
"Ugh fine. You always get the guys." I roll my eyes at her. She has gone through so many boyfriends. We get back to our flat complex. "Have fun telling Mickey! I am going to nap! Love you girly." She hugs me and goes into her flat. I get into mine and see Mickey on the couch. He leaps up and rushes over. "You okay? Everything went okay? Did he try to bother you?"
"Mickey I have to tell you something and I know you will be pissed." I tell him the whole story. He chucks a pillow at the wall. "You can't do this!! What the fuck was Rachel thinking!"
"There is nothing I can do! I am being forced. And Rachel doesn't know."
"You have to go with them though?"
"Yea I do…I don't want to though! This whole thing is fucking stupid."
"I agree…what time is he going to be here? I want to greet this fucker and give him a piece of my mind."
"6…so in two hours. And please just be nice."
"Fine. So he doesn't know why you left Mullingar."
"No…who is going to show up next my mother? I already had to deal with my fucking father last year."
"I know Cleo…this isn't right what Rachel is doing."
"Whatever. I am going to nap…I am mentally exhausted." I got up and headed to my room. I flopped down on my bed and quickly fell asleep.

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