Niall and I

Four

Another update!!!!!

-Cyra

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It's been a week since Niall starts living with me. That sounds really nice. Niall Horan is living with me. Hahaha! Niall's actually a great flatmate. He follows all my orders, he cooks well, better then mine actually. Plus, he's a great company. I never realize that I'd be lucky to be his flatmate. Well..sometimes he's being a bastard, but most of the times he's the Niall Horan that I knew and loved since 2010.

I haven't told my family and friends about this. Especially my dad because I know he'll go ballistic over this.

"Dad, you said you'd help me." Skandar says to his father.

"I know son, but this is a very important meeting." He says. "Kayla."

I look at him. "Yes sir?"

"Will you go with Skandar and help him plan for my daughter's surprise bithday party?" He asks.

"I'd love to sir, but I have to finish this letter for-"

He cuts me. "Sara, can do it. Right?"

"Yes sir. I can handle it," Sara says.

I nod. "Okay."

"Thank you, Kayla." They both say.

"Let's go," Skandar says. "Bye dad."

I get my coat and purse. "Good bye," I say both to Sara and Mr. Keynes. I reach the door and Skandar opens it for me. I see a limousine outside and we slide inside of it.

The ride starts to be an awkward and silent one until I start to ask a question. "Sir, where are we going?"

"To the pier," he answers.

"Why are we going to the pier?"  I ask again then the limo stops. The window goes down, a man greets us and opens the door. Skandar goes out first and he offers his hand. I take his hand and let go when I have left the car.

"This is why," he says. I look around and he beautiful and expensive yachts. "Have you ever been in a yacht?"

I shake my head. "No sir."

"Then it's your lucky day," he smiles at me then we enter the first yacht. "Kayla, could you take notes for me?"

"Yes sir," I get my notebook from my purse and start to jot down notes.

"How much is the rent again?" Skandar asks the lad.

"£300.000," he answers. I cough a little after that shocking moment.

"Okay, I'll talk to dad about that."

"Yes sir," he says. "Are you okay, Kayla?"

"Yes," I say. "I was a bit shocked."

"Well you should prepare yourself for the next yacht."

I gulp then we walk to the other yachts. The second yacht is more pricey than the first one, but more beautiful. The third one is just too much.

"Which one do you like?" He asks.

"Well..erm.. they're all beautiful and expensive. The third one is massively huge and can accommodate a lot of people, but I think you should choose the first one or the second one."

"We have the same choice," he adds. "Let's go have some lunch, yeah?"

"Okay," I nod. We eat at this expensive Italian restaurant. £200 for a plate of pasta. "Sir, this is so expensive. I didn't bring enough money."