EDITING!! My Everything: Niall Horan Ariana Grande

Chapter 40

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Ariana's P.O.V.

"Dad?" I silently mumbled.

This is Nialls dad. He's actually not that bad looking I mean I thought he'd be old and wrinkly like a pimp daddy for playboy or something the way Niall spoke about him made me believe he was not a good person. Also that he's pretty rich.

"What are you doing here?" Niall asked his whole mood changed in a minute, he seemed upset or aggravated.

"Well I came to see you, and your coach" he said swerving and parking next to us. He hopped out taking off his glasses and walking to stand in front of us, the smell of some really expensive perfume and peppermint blew off of him.

"Yeah, well dad I'm not on the team" Niall bluntly said.

"Yeah I know" his dad started walking to the gym and Niall followed so I followed.

"I quit it"

"I know"

"So what are you doing here" Nialls voice slightly raised annoyed obviously.

"To get you back on the team"

With those words Niall stopped in place while his dad walked inside the gym. But in literally two seconds later he ran in. And of course I followed like a lost puppy.

"No, no I don't want to be back on that so called 'team'." Niall said stopping his dads movements.

"It's not about what you want son, may I remind you I'm paying for this everything you have here I bought so you're going to do as I say, whether you like it or not" He boomed brushing past Niall.

"But dad it's not what I wan-"

"I just said I didn't care didn't I?" He said knocking on the door to the coaches office.
With what ever bold confidence I had I jumped in front of Niall dad. He backed up a little confused.

"Mr, Mr.Horan? Sir what all due respect Niall here isn't happy with soccer, he, he loves music okay." As I'm saying all of this Nialls dads face is emotionless but I knew he was listening and Niall confused as ever.
"He loves, singing and writing songs and playing guitar it's what makes him happy. Isn't that what should matter is for your son to be happy?" I finished my little speech and the room was quiet.

"You know you're right, but Niall is my son and I know what's best for him"

"So let him be happy!" I said trying to keep a smile on my face but slightly angry.

"With all due respect little one, who are you?" He asked leaning down.

"I'm Ariana, Ariana Grande, Nialls friend"

"Grande hmm"

"Uh yes sir"

"Grande Co.?" He mumbled.

"What?"

"The grande's, your dad, William and mother Aria?"

"Yeah, they have a business, why"

"A business and they are millionaires" he mumbled again.

"Yeah..."

"Well a million dollar daughter can hang with my million dollar son, you could teach him the value of money maybe even that music isn't gonna get you anywhere in life?" He said knocking on the coach's door again.

"I don't claim their money, and music is the greatest way to express yourself sir" he's really upsetting me. How can someone be so rude.

"What ever Ariana, tell your father I'm looking forward to the auction dinner/gala on the tenth, you and Niall are welcome to come alright, goodbye now" he said walking into the coach's office.