"Why did you change?" I ask Mr. Horan as he led me downstairs and into his garage.
"The owner of the biggest company in Ireland should not be seen in sweats and glasses. Expescially considering I'm opening two more buildings in New York." He glances down at me and smiles.
"Impressive Mr. Horan-- which car is yours?" I ask.
"All of them." He continues ahead as I stop dead in my tracks. He spins around walking backwards. "Y/n you have to remember I'm the richest man in Ireland."
"So," I say. "Why did the richest man in Ireland ask me out of all the girls in office out to lunch?"
He bites his lip smiling to himself. "Because your beautiful."
I scoff. "No- Niall-"
"Don't deny it. You're beautiful and that's final."
"Mr. Horan-"
"Niall." He corrects.
"Niall," I rub my forehead as I watch him stop infront a black car. "I appreciate the compliments and the fact that you're taking me out to lunch but if you could be so kind as to stop complimenting-"
"I won't and you're just going to have to deal with it because I will not restrain myself from announcing to the world that you are absolutely stunning," He walks over to a wall grabbing a pair of keys and walking back over to the car. "You coming?"
I nod slowly and walk over to passenger side getting in. He seems unfazed by what he announced loud enough for five of his bodyguards to hear him.
"There's this little Italian restaurant on the other side of town that's really good. I've eaten there a couple times so maybe we could go there," He looks over. "Would you like that?" I nod and watch as he smiles widely and pulls out of the garage.
He glanced over a mix between a smile and a frown placed on his features as he puffs out some air.
And out comes the intimidating side of Mr. Niall Horan.
We arrive at the restaurant about twenty minutes later and park in the back.
