Over the Hills and Far Away

*NIALL HORAN’S GIRLFRIEND OR NEW GIRL TOY?* *IS THIS GIRL BEING PAYED TO BE NIALL’S GIRLFRIEND?* *NIALL HORAN; FOREIGN GF?*

Those were just a few of the tabloids titles. It had been almost 3 days since Niall had ‘officially’ claimed me as his girlfriend. It had also been 3 days since I had left my flat along with 3 days since I answered my phone too. So far 110 messages and 50 missed calls. More than half of them were from Hailey and Maria.

Getting up from my couch, I stood and walked over to the large window. It had its blinds closed, all for good reason though. Pushing a blind out of the way, I glanced out the window, only to be blinded with the flashing lights of the Paparazzi’s cameras. I could hear their yelled questions but I chose to ignore them. Giving a frustrated sigh while wondering how they found out where I lived, I walked the short distance to my kitchen and headed to my grey fridge. Opening the door, I reached in and pulled out the last green monster I had. I decided I was going to get dressed up and walk out of my flat like nothing happened. How I was going to pull this off, I had no idea. Cracking the can open, I took a few gulps as I walked into my bathroom and looked myself over.

Frankly, I looked like complete shit. Like the shit that comes out Kesha’s ass, shitty but glittery…in some way, shape or form. Giggling to myself at the disgusting image of that, I took another sip of the energy drink before turning on the shower and the small radio I had hooked up on my sink’s counter. Stripping of my clothing, I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in, groaning in appreciation of the hot water as it ran down my back. Reaching an arm out, I turned up the radio louder and laughed at the irony that a One Direction song was playing.

“Kiss You” was blaring from the radio and I couldn’t help but do a small arm movement before singing along. I was awfully off key, but I was alone in my apartment and singing off key was my passion. You can’t tell me, that there weren’t people who sang anyways. Like, American Idol for one. I can’t remember how many times I laughed till I cried because of 2 girls thinking they could sing a P!NK song.

“So tell me girl if every time we touch, you get this kind of rush. Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. If you don’t wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home. Baby, say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah and let me kiss you!”

By the time I had gotten to the second chorus, I was now just standing in the shower, holding a loofa as if it was a microphone. I really had a sad life. Really. Sad. Life. By the time the song was done, I was then just conditioning my hair, which was no big deal. When the next song came on, I just hummed with it and rolled my eyes at myself.

Once I was out of the shower, I wrapped a big fluffy towel around myself and looked once more in the mirror. I didn’t look that bad, I guess, now that I had taken a hot shower. Walking across the hall, I walked into my room and straight to my closet. Dropping the towel to the floor, I walked up and down my closet length in my naked glory determining on what to wear today
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After what seemed to be forever, I picked out a beige colored skirt that came up to mid-thigh then paired it with a tight fit black short sleeve. Of course, no outfit is perfect till you have a black belt to match it all together. Once that was all spread out on my floor mattress, I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a bra and panties set and threw that on. Deciding I was going to wait till I had my hair done, I skipped off into the bathroom once more.

An hour later, I was dressed up, my hair somewhat cooperated today and was fixed up into a messy bun. I laughed to myself as I thought how messy buns weren’t really messy at all. Oh the joys of being a girl!

Grabbing my cellphone and a small black purse, I slipped on my black flats and headed out of my apartment. As soon as I stepped out of the building, I was attacked with questions and the insults of fans that had seemed to follow the paps.

Fucking A.

Putting on my best smile, I waved with fake enthusiasm and walked halfway to meet the cameras. Raising my hand to silence them, I was slightly surprised when they stopped talking and raised their hands and mikes. I felt like I was standing in front of a class of well-behaved 12 year olds. As I glanced them over, I pointed at a Brunette, who immediately asked her question.

“Is it true that you’re dating Niall Horan, of One Direction?” I knew that was coming, but I knew my smile slipped a little before I answered.

“What did Niall say about it? I’m sure you’ve already asked him and the rest of 1D.” I tilted my head slightly and smiled once more as I watched the woman’s lips purse a little before I noticed she stare past me in awe. Turning around, I was soon face to face with Niall. He smiled at me before turning me back around, his arm wrapping around my middle, his hand resting on my hip while he waved with the other.

“Good Morning, I see you’re already for the day, love,” He spoke as he looked down at me. I couldn’t help but smile up at him. It was hard not too, really.

“Um, ye—,“ I was cut off as the same brunette called out another question.

“Niall! Is it true that you and Evangeline Andrews are dating?” Niall glanced away from me and looked up at the woman.

“Morning Trisha, fancy seeing you outside my girlfriend’s flat,” I glanced over at the woman, Trisha, and watched as her cheeks turned a light pink then her stare was cast down at her feet. Biting back a giggle, I glanced up at Niall as he started speaking again, “But it was nice seeing you all, but Eva and I have to get going and meet up with the boys, if you don’t mind.” Taking my hand, Niall escorted us through the crowd of fans and paparazzi to his silver Porsche. Letting my hand drop to my side, Niall opened my car door and waved a hand, an easy grin crossing his façade. Oh, I could get used to that…No! No Eva. You’re not going to get used to that. You’re going to do what it takes to get out of this, say thank you and go on your merry plain Jane life…

“Oh, quite the gentleman, I see…” I giggled softly and moved to get into his car. After he shut my door, he waved to his fans then ran to his side and hopped in. Starting the car with a purr, He put it into gear and we were off.

“So…” I spoke up after a while of an awkward quiet, “Where exactly are we headed?”

Niall turned his gaze from the road to me, a small smile forming on his full lips. Man would I love to taste those lips against mine sob—“We’re going to Harry’s and Louis’ flat in Dublin. You’re going to meet the boys. I thought I already said this…”

“Well…um…yeah…but I thought that was just to get away from the paparazzi… wait, Dublin? I have work tomorrow!” I bit my bottom lip and frowned slightly. Not that I showed it, but I was terrified of meeting the rest of One Direction. I wasn’t a fan, as I said before, but Celebrities, man! Never did I imagine that I, Evangeline Andrews, born in raised in the small town of North Syracuse, New York, was going to meet any celebrities moving to Ireland, much less sleep with one!

“Yeah, Dublin. Don’t worry, Love, you’ll be home by this evening, plenty of time to get a good night’s rest before work. Besides, the boys and I have to go to Manchester tomorrow for a charity event. I’ll be gone for a few days, but hopefully the Paps will ease up on bothering you while you’re at home or at work,” Niall speed up once we were on a highway.

“That’s fucking great…Leave me to deal with the paparazzi by myself…” I grumbled under my breath. Niall must have heard some of it, because he reached a hand over and took mine in his. Slowly, he brought my hand up and kissed the back of it, gazing over at me before setting it back on my lap.
“Don’t worry, love, they’ll stop bothering you soon enough.”

“Speaking of the paparazzi, and why they’re following me, why did you tell everyone I was your girlfriend?”

“Well…um…” Niall bit his lip and stayed quiet, his gaze moving from me back to the road.

“Well, what?” I urged him, wanting the answer.

“Today is a great day, isn’t it?”

“Niall…”

“You’re really pretty when you’re being impatient…”

“You better turn this Porsche around and take me home if you don’t answer me, Niall.”

“Fine, look, I know this is the wrong way to go about it, but I’ve seen you a few times working at Oscar’s and I was scared to talk to you and I’ve been following you around for a while. But Friday night, when I saw you head to the pub, I knew I had gotten my chance to talk to you. But then you kept buying your friends and I drinks and I didn’t mean to go home with you…but I guess it got us closer than I had expected, huh?” Niall spoke quickly, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes. I could tell his cheeks were a light pink. In any other situation, I would of thought it to be cute, but I was stuck on one thing.

“YOU WERE FOLLOWING ME?!”