Living The Dream (A One Direction FanFic)

The Ball

I've been texting Liam non-stop since Friday (the day at the waterpark) and he really is the most perfect, gorgeous, sweet and fantastic guy in the entire world. We talk for hours on the phone and Skype everyday. It's great. He sent me a box the other day through FedEx and I lied to Dad and said it was some school play costumes. Honestly my dad is SO clueless and it's getting really hard to lie to him all the time, I might consider telling him but then he'll freak out and get all pissed off at me and take away my laptop or something or ground me again so there's no way I'm letting him know. YET. Of course I feel so guilty when he says he's so proud of my new 'responsibility' but he's got no idea I've been lying to him for months. 

It turned out to be the gorgeous perfect bleached skinny jeans I've been drooling over at Levi's that costs like a 300 pounds a pair. I even tried it on in the dressing room and it fits so perfectly and made me look so tall and skinny, I just couldn't afford it. I nearly cried when I had to put it back. He also got me the perfect turqoise top I saw in Prada that was, of course, super expensive as well. I was OVER THE MOON. He attached a little heart shaped card inside that smells like him and it's got the words: The perfect outfit for the perfect girl.

I love it, duh, but then I can't keep taking gifts from Liam because I know how much they cost and I really think he's going to spoil me. I talked to him yesterday on Skype and made him swear he would never ever get me another gift or I'm not going to the ball with him. 

"You're the weirdest girl ever," Liam said, grinning.

"Oh really?" I asked, putting a hand over my heart like I was so touched. "Thanks so much!!" I did a dramatic hair flip and he laughed.

"I don't mean it like that, I mean because most girls would love to get gifts from their -" He paused. "Friends." 

"I'm not like other girls," I reminded him. "I grew up with barely any money and the things I wanted I got by working for them. I'm not those girls who don't appreciate money and don't lift a finger to earn a penny. I had to babysit for 3 years to save up for some Jimmy Choo sandals." 

"That's what I love about you. You're so determined and independent."

Liam's been flattering me non-stop when we talk too, and it's so sweet but I'm still completely insecure about myself. I hate my body, my voice, my little quirks... but somehow Liam loves every little bit of it and I'm completely flattered but just amazed. 

"Lucy?" Dad's voice calls. 

"Shit, Liam hold on." I hit hold and with lightning quick speed, I opened the Windows Word I had opened with a long term paper copied off Google and pretended to type into it with the appropriate amount of books scattered around my bed. Dad opened the door. "Oh hi Dad! Did I tell you? I'm one of the volunteer chaperones at school and I'm accompanying this piano music genuis to this huge music ball. It's going to be so fun!"

"Oh. When is it?"

"This Saturday like 7pm. Hailey's going too and I'm carpooling with her. It'll be forever but all sorts of music people are going to be there."

"Great. I love how you're so involved in school." He looked at my One Direction wall and kind of frowned. He's still not a big fan of them. "I'm proud of you."

"Thank Dad. I got a B+ for Spanish!" I cried, holding up my test. He grinned. 

"That's my girl!" he started to leave and I waved as I turned back to my laptop. I opened my Skype with Liam. "Sorry about that." Liam's sipping a soda and I think I see Niall behind him with some chips. 

"You REALLY not going to tell your dad?" Liam goes.

"Are you kidding? He'll freak out! No." I shook my head and changed the topic. "I can't wait for the ball. Oh my God, I'm so excited!"