I Understand Why You Lied - a one shot for too-busy-banging-boobear
Starbucks outfit (x)
“Hey, Lydia.” my best friend, Ashley, calls. I spin around at the sound of her voice to see her getting closer towards me on the pavement. She’d begged me to meet her outside starbucks even though I insisted that I wasn’t feeling well and wanted to stay home. It’s quite cold outside today, I’ve only just came out of a long term relationship and all I want to do is sit in front of my TV and watch Pretty Little Liars or some other TV show that I can find on catch up. I look down at my pale blue jeans and light brown UGG boots, along with my burgundy sweater and light brown scarf. I feel around for my light brown feather earrings surrounded by my dark brown wavy hair. I shiver. Ashley reaches me and we go inside the shop. “What do you want? I’m paying,” she smiles.
“I’ll have…” I pause, deciding whether to go for my usual or something different. “Caffé Mocha.” I say in the end. Ashley orders our drinks, hands over the money and finds us a table in the corner of the room.
“I have an idea that I’d like to propose to you,” she says.
“…Sounds serious.”
“It is, believe me,” she teases. “I’ve found you a date.”
My mouth drops open at the thought of dating anyone but my ex. If I were to start dating again, I’d want to find the man for myself; not have someone find him for me.
I sip at my drink, “I told you I didn’t want to date anyone,” I say in disgust.
“I think you’ll enjoy it. Besides, I can’t have you mooching around in your room for much longer. You’re young, girl, you need to get out and have some fun.”
I sigh. Once Ashley has made her mind up, there is no going back. “Who is it?”
She bursts into laughter. “You’ll see,” before adding, “You better dress up though.”
*
The day of my date with the mystery man, I dress up in my coral pink, bandeau dip hem dress. I pair it up with a pair of white, gladiator heels and a white clutch bag. I wear a pear of coral pink earrings along with my crystal studded heart necklace with a hollow middle. I pile up coral pink and white bangles on my arm and tie my wavy brown hair in a side plait down the left side of my torso. I can’t help but feel nervous as I rub a tiny bit of foundation into my skin. I apply a light brown eye shadow over my lid and contour using a darker brown through the crease; I also take this colour along my bottom lash line. I highlight my brow bone with a shimmer, gold eye shadow. Using gel eye liner, I draw a thin line on my I then move onto contouring my cheekbones with my bronzer. Finally, I use my favourite lipstick from Mac, (Angel), finalised with some clear gloss.
When I’m finally happy with my appearance, I join Ashley in the car and she drives me to my date. Showing me to the table, the waitress shoots me a jealous look before walking away. Admiring my manicured nails, I’m confused. Why is the waitress jealous? My date isn’t even here yet. I hear a lot of girls cooing behind me but I don’t look up. Keep your head down and wait for whoever you’ve been set up with to arrive. I keep telling myself.
A guy around my age sits opposite me on the table and my head lifts finally. He’s gorgeous with his puppy dog eyes and gorgeous brown hair with a slight quiff at the front. I recognise him from somewhere but I can’t quite figure out where.
“Hey, I’m Lydia.” I smile, being polite even though I really don’t want to be here.
“Liam,” he replies, nodding. Noticing that I’m looking at him with a state of recognition appearing on my features, he adds, “What’s up?”
“I recognise you from somewhere…” I say, cautiously. “But I’m not sure where.”
“Probably just seen me around somewhere or something,” he says.
“Oh,” I say, although I’m not convinced. However, I let it go and enjoy the rest of my date with the guy sitting opposite me. He’s a really lovely guy and so easy to get along with. He has a good sense of humour and actually finds me funny. I’m usually good with witty comebacks but I feel to many butterflies in my tummy to say any.
The waitress brings us our bill. “So, is it too soon to ask for a second date?” Liam asks.
Smiling, I reply, “Not at all.”
Following him outside, I stand next to him as we wait for our rides home. “There’s something I didn’t tell you, Lydia.”
“Right?” I say, panic rising from my stomach towards my throat, closing it up so I can’t catch air.
“I’m in the band One Direction, when you said you recognised me I lied to see if you’d like me for who I am and not what I do,” a sorry look comes over his face as he stares at his feet, embarrassed. Everything clicks together in my head. “I’m really sorry, I know it was wrong and selfish.”
“That’s understandable.” I simply say. “It must be hard to tell the difference between who likes you for you and not for your celebrity status.” I reach for his hand, something I thought I’d never do, and give it a reassuring squeeze. “I understand why you lied, and it’s okay. I don’t mind.”
Liam squeezed my hand in return to show his thanks.
“It’s not exactly like you lied about being a mass murderer or something… unless there’s something you’re not telling me…” I wink.
Liam laughs in return just as Ashley turns up to pick us up and another car comes for Liam. “Call me soon, yeah?” I say.
“Definitely.”
Walking over to Ashley’s car, I open the door. Before getting in, I turn back and wave at Liam before driving away with my best friend.
