Tell Me A Lie
~Annoying Alarm Clocks and Hoodies~*Niall's P.O.V*
Beep, beep, beep... BEEP. BEEEP. BEEEP. Which is the first thing I hear when I wake up. My annoying alarm clock. I've already pressed the snooze button about ten times this morning. I really don't want to get up. But I have to, today is Harry's nineteenth birthday. I have to get ready. I sit up. I just sit there for a few seconds.
What's that smell? It smells kinda like pizza. Is it me? I sniff my arm. Yeah it's me. I remember now, recalling the food-fight last
All I can think about is last night. The food-fight, the Chinese food, and Geneva. Mostly Geneva. Her laugh. Her voice. Her smile. Her. I think I am literally developing a crush on this girl. But I have't even known her for a full twenty-four hours. Maybe she could become my 'fake girlfriend'. But was that thing Harry said about her 'not liking people'? She seems to like them perfectly fine. Maybe he just said that because she doesn't like him.
Maybe I can talk to her about being my 'fake girlfriend' at Harry's birthday party tonight. Damn it! I still need to go get his present! Should I get him a thong? A new beanie? Umm... A new blazer? Ughh... I know it! A jacket from 'Jack Wills'. Yeah I'm so smart it's the Irishness. I get up and wash my bowl and spoon. I walk into the bathroom and hop into the shower.
"I wanna see you when I wake up, wake up, wake up. Cause you look good with make up, make up, make up." I sing while applying my eyeliner. I jab myself in the eye, while dancing. I really hate doing my make up for multiple reasons. It takes so long, I have to wake up earlier to do it, and it REALLY hurts. Well beauty is pain. And I want to be beautiful because with out make up, I look like something that came out of a monkey's butt-hole. Seriously.
I finish my make up and get ready to go to 'Jack Wills' to get Harry's present. I walk out of the door, I hop into the car. The first thing I do is when I start the car up is turn on the radio. Where is 'Jack Wills' anyways? Looks like it's a time for me to use my GPS. Looks close and pretty easy I start the car, and head to 'Jack Wills'.
I open the door to 'Jack Wills'. The first thing I spot is a famliar head of blonde hair. Can you guess who it is? Yep, Niall. He doesn't notice me. I kinda try to keep away from him. I can't have a crush on him and I can't have him have a crush on me. I really don't need anymore repeats like all the other realtionships. In past realtionships, we've both ended up hurt, from lies and secrets.
I look through all the hoodies and shirts not even having any idea of what to get him. I don't even know his size. Should I text Avery? Yeah, she probably knows. I reach into my pocket and text Avery 'What size clothes does Harry wear?'. I send it off. I start looking around for a blonde head. I don't see him. Did he leave?
I start to continue to look at clothes when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Sh**. I turn around and it's Niall. "Hey, Geneva! What are you doing here?" He asks "Hey. Just looking for something to get Harry for his birthday. You?" I ask. "Me too. Havin' bad luck though." He says "Me too. I've found a few things. I just don't know his size. Would you happen to know it? Avery is answering my texts." "Yeah. What did you find?" I hold up a soft, grey hoodie.
"He'll like that. You should get him that. So you probably know more about clothes than me. You know since you're a girl. So will you help me?" He says "Yes, but I'm not a normal girl, I was raised by my dad and have three older brothers. I was raised on guns, rock music, and transformers." I say with a laugh, while looking through the hoodies. "No sports?" He asks with a confused look. "Nope, my dad wasn't a fan. But my older brothers Garret and Sean played baseball when they were younger. But I was never into sports." I tell him.
"Did you spend much time with your mom?" He asks while searching through the hoodies. "No, not really. I went with her in the summer. I didn't really like staying there. I was her only daughter, so she treated me like I was her barbie doll." I tell him. I hope he doesn't try to talk to me anymore cause I've already let him know too much about me. He grabs a hoodie and says "I think Harry, will like this one. You ready to go? Do you think I can get a ride?" He askes. "Yeah. And sure."