Living a Lie- A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter One: Taken

Chapter 1: Taken

July 15, 2014

Becca's POV

"Just remember," Nathan hissed in a low, gravelly voice, "if you don't listen to me, there will be consequences." A guttural moan left my throat as he loosened his grip on my arm, then pulled me into a hug. "I love you, Becca Adams." He insisted, "I do. Don't forget our special plan for tonight." And with a scarily sinister smile, he basically vanished.

He does love me, and that's why he hasn't hurt me badly. Nathan Sykes has been the love of my life for six years now. We met when I was just fourteen, and he was eighteen. Always power-hungry, he's been practically dragging me around since we met. But it's alright now, I suppose. Soon, he's going to tell the media about me. Once he does, it'll all be different; for now, we stay on the down-low.

The shocking flash of a camera brought me out of my daze as I watched my superior-I mean, my boyfriend- walk the red carpet. We made eye contact, and he subtly pointed at his watch. It was 6:30, which meant I had to get to work. I had been called in on an emergency, which means someone had rented out the restaurant.

The Nook's owner is an old, fat, white sexist named Jimmy. I mean how stereotypically perfect. The restaurant was supposed to hold a retro, fifties feel, with a checkered floor and neon lighting, and best of all, our borderline stripper attire. The black dress barely covered my ass, and I had to keep it unbuttoned just enough to where my barely-there tits were hanging out. My best friend Katie and I worked there together, suffered together.

As I walked into the kitchen, I got the usual grunt greeting from my typical male comrades. One, however, was new. He stopped and stared at me, looking me  up and down.

"Damn, that's one tight skirt, baby..." He jeered, biting his lip. "I'd love to see what's hiding underneath..."

Without missing a beat (and without thinking), I whipped around and enthusiastically declared, "I'd love to show you, but I barely got it to cover my thick, hairy cock!" His face turned bright red as I continued with, "Please continue your blatantly disgusting speal about the length of my skirt, as it gives me a huge, throbbing boner. Larger than yours, which isn't hard to do."

The new worker, mortified, turned back to his job without another word. That's what I fucking thought you trick ass bitch.  I heard a slow clap behind me and whirled around to greet Kat, who threw her arms around me.

"I'm so glad you and Nate are back in town, I've missed commiserating with you." She whispered through a large grin. "How was New Jersey with your parents?" Then she paused. "Nate hurt you again. Your arm. Look at that purple bruise, that's new. Becca, what happened?"

"Well-" I didn't get to finish because there was a huge commotion in the dining area. Jimmy came bursting through the door, sweating already. I pulled my sleeve down as best I could and prayed nobody else noticed.

"Ladies," he barked, "one connection is here. I need my two best girls."

"The what is here?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"One connection? Wait, no! One Direction!"

Kat's head snapped up and our eyes locked, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. All the shit our boyfriends had spoken about these five assholes. Since Kat was dating Tom Parker and I was with Nate, our boys' band clashed heavily with these jerks. However, our boyfriends were also crazy assholes. So honestly, who fucking knows? All I know is that I hate these boys because Nate hates these boys.

"Dude, those guys are so hot." Another waitress added.

"Alright, let's go then." I grabbed Kat's hand and we practically danced our way out to greet these boys. Swaying our hips and batting our eyelashes, we flounced all the way to the booth where they were seated. I noticed that there were fans outside all the windows, screaming and battering the windows. But I had gotten so used to Nate's fame that it didn't bother me.