Kryptonite(Narry Fanfic)

Deceit

Wow.

That was the only thing I thought as I stepped onto the bus. 

Everyone was there. And by everyone, I mean the entire team of stylists and the management. I raised my eyebrow, surprised that the wheels on the bus hadn't given way from our combined weight. 

Almost immediately, I was pried away from Harry and Katson pulled me away to what I assumed was my makeup station and she looked at me and tutted, shaking her head in mock despair.

"Come on Niall. I know you're blessed with good looks and everything, but you at least have to try." She commented about my appearance. 

I shrugged.

"That's what you're for Kat" I winked. "You're supposed to transform me from ugh to… less ugh."

She sighed and began to move her fingers through my hair, working in some sort of styling product that perfected my quiff. I began to zone out and paid no attention to what she was doing, too preoccupied with the conversation I had with Harry last night.

We could be spot on or we could be completely and ridiculously wrong.

I was vaguely aware of Katson leading me into a separate room and putting some clothing on the bench in that room before ordering me to get dressed and then leaving. It wasn't anything too fancy or too weird, just something I was used to- a simple black t shirt, black jeans and some colored high tops. After I got changed we were immediately ushered out of the bus and before I knew it, we were standing backstage in some studio waiting for our turn to be interviewed. 

Unfortunately, my brain decided to start functioning properly at this time and I became aware of the numerous glances that were sent our way. Not by the fans, but by almost everyone working backstage. It was slightly unnerving, having people look at us as though we were objects on display and with some level of contempt, although highly ironic, considering that we were performers. I started fidgeting under the glances which seemed to be intensifying and Zayn realized and threw me a small smile. 

"And now, please welcome the boy band we've all been waiting for, One direction!"

Ok. We could do this. We walked into the glaringly bright studio, with fake smiles plastered onto our faces. Wow. There were more reporters than I expected, and all of them were sitting in neat rows of chairs, although from the way they were waving their cameras and hands around they looked all but orderly.

I gingerly stepped into my seat, still smiling at the cameras. Once we'd all sat down there was an announcement for everyone to keep silent and the questions started rolling.

"So, One Direction. You've just come back from recording your album in Spain! And how was it?" The main interviewer asked conversationally. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes- We all knew what the true motive of this press conference was - as though anyone was really that interested in how we found spain, which ironically we did not go to. All of them were probably here for the tabloid news that had been haunting the internet for weeks. Us being reportedly gay, before claiming that it was a joke.

"Oh, it was absolutely beautiful." Zayn began with a smile. "The girls, the scenery and most importantly, our most delightful fans."

"Yes it was pretty spectacular." I continued, nodding my head and flashing a smile at the cameras.

"Pretty is an understatement" Liam snorted, while Louis nodded in agreement.

"All I can say is, te amo España!" Harry concluded.

"Yes, and we can all see how much the boys have enjoyed themselves in Spain- and indeed, what reason would they have not to love Spain, am I right?" The interviewer replied, earning claps of agreement from the audience. "Well boys, and I'm sure you guys must be aware of the impact of the little prank you pulled on everyone." He continued and laughed casually, but curiosity was burning in his eyes.