19: Just to be nice

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Sair: 

 

“Cassidy!”, I screamed my loudest for the fifth time. “For heavens sake will you turn it down?!”. Don’t get me wrong, One Direction’s music has a special place in my heart, but hearing the same song played one hundred times straight was getting on my nerves. I could hear it all the way from her bathroom. 

 

“But Sair!”, she whined. 

 

“You’ll hear it at the concert!”, I yelled through the walls. I was going of course. I had to go. It was kind of my duty. Kind of my job. I didn't mind, not really, not after he was here a few days ago. Seconds later after the screamng there was a knock on my door. I had just finished getting myself ready. I couldn’t help that I wanted to look nice. “Come in”, I mumbled, and mum peeked inside. 

 

“Sweetheart, there is someone here to pick you up”, she whispered.

 

“What?”. I didn’t understand. I was supposed to leave with Cass... in about an hour. 

 

“Come see for yourself”, she said. I zipped my makeup bag close and followed mum out to the door. I didn’t recognize the man, but he was dressed in a suit and nodded politely once he saw me. 

 

“Hi?”, I stood awkwardly in the doorway, wondering if he had anything to do with Niall. 

 

“I’m here to pick you up”, he said. 

 

“Me?”. 

 

“Yes... you are Saoirse Akin, am I right?”. 

 

“Yes”. I stood like frozen for a second or two. Who was I kidding, of course it was Niall who had sent him. “You’re taking me to the concert?”. 

 

“That’s right miss”. I hesitantly took a few steps backwards, and grabbed the jacket from the wall. “Mum!”, I called. 

 

“What sweetie?!”. 

 

“I’m leaving now, just tell Cassidy to go with Dawn when she comes!”. 

 

“What?!”. Mum was already on her way from the kitchen, but I decided it would be best to just go. So I flipped on my shoes and followed my driver (how crazy that sounded) down the lot. He didn’t say anything, so I figured I shouldn’t say anything either. I didn’t even know Niall had his own driver. Or maybe it was the band’s driver? Of course, they probably had their own limo company for all I knew. Even though this time it wasn’t a limousine. It was a black porsche. Not that I would complain. 

 

“After you miss”, he opened the door for me, and I took a seat inside. 

 

“Thank you”. I sat back there, my hands folded. Thinking it was strange Niall hadn’t told me to come earlier. Maybe it was an emergency, and I needed to come quick. I didn’t mind to be honest. Although I’d hear it from Dawn afterwards. She had front row seats as well. I had been told I could get as many as I liked now. So I guess I owed him to come when he needed me for something. The driver started the car, and we were on our way. 

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