Niall and I

Eight

It's been months.... Hi!

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"What's he doing here? Is he living here now? Are you trying to lure my daughter for sex?" Dad asks angrily.

Niall reacts. "I beg your pardon?"

"Shut up. I'm not talking to you," he tells Niall and points at him.

"Dad, calm down. Let me explain," I deeply exhale and explain why Niall lives here..well only the evicted part. "So please daddy, show some mercy."

"Okay, fine. I'll allow it. But if you do something to my daughter, you'll be dead." He warns him.

"Okay!" Bridgit claps her hands. "Why don't we welcome our guests? One Direction, hello. Please help yourselves with snacks and a glass of punch."

I walk to Niall and apologise. "It's okay. It kind of sucks because I planned a party for you but I kind of ruined it," he says.

"It's okay, I'm having fun anyway."

"Hello everyone. I am Louis "The Tommo" Tomlinson and I am here to perform a very special number with the birthday girl."

"What?" I react.

Then the intro of Summer Nights went on then he gives me a mic and holds my hand.

'Summer lovin' had me a blast'
'Summer lovin happened so fast'

I sing. It was nice having that duet with Louis. You can tell that I was blushing all the time. Oh gosh, if only he's not married, I could and I will kiss him.

Nighttime comes and I bid everyone goodbye. Then Niall and I start to clean all the mess up. "It was a good party, wasn't it?" I ask him.

"It was. But I felt really uncomfortable with the way your father was looking at me."

"He'll forget everything, eventually." I reassure. "I hope."

Whilst cleaning, a buzz from the intercom startle us. I press the button and talk. "Yes?"

"Ms. Green, you have a package." Alberto says.

"Okay. I'll come down and get it."

"Oh it's okay, Ms. Green. It's a huge box, the lads will bring it up there."

"Thank you, Alberto." I look at Niall, he was giggling after saying, Alberto.

After a minute, the doorbell rings and I see a life-size box in front of the delivery lad.

"Thank you," I say.

"Please sign here, Ms. Green." The man says.

I sign the paper and thank him. "Who's it from?" Niall asks after I close the door.

"I don't know," I answer. He lays the box on the floor and I open it. "Niall."

"Hmm?"

"This gown is made by Oscar Dela Renta," I am in awe. The gown is semi-balloon with expensive sequins and glitter, without sleeves. I see a beautifully handwritten note on the side.