Hired For Horan

Ch 4-Misunderstandings Lead To... Carnivals?

"Thanks for seeing me on such short notice, Simon. You're a lifesaver." I sigh when I walk through the doors of the expensive building and step into the posh office.

"No problem, Krystal. After all, it is my job." he smiles kindly, interlocking his massive fingers on top of the yellow notebook on his desk. "So what seems to be the problem that couldn't wait until our scheduled appointment Friday?"

"I just needed to vent to someone who knows everything that's going on. And you are my therapist, so I figured it'd be okay to come to you. Im just glad you had a spot open." I smile before relaying everything to him, Niall's outbreak at the game in the back yard, his face when he saw Justin, everything up until the moment I left the mansion.

"Hm. Well, it sounds to me that Mr. Horan got just a bit jealous." he concludes and I swear I could fait right there.

"No, not possible. Im just the help. Hes heir to a multi-billion dollar company!" I disagree with him.

"Im pretty sure he's jealous, love. After all he was being very sour after Justin arrived and he was rather defensive during the game, correct?"

"Y-yeah, but that's how he gets whenever he plays."

"Are you so sure about that, my dear? You sound hesitant and your arms are crossed. You're not telling me the whole of it are you?"

"I am, really." I nod my head frantically and uncross my arms. Damn shrinks, got to know everything about everything.

"If you say so. Well, that is just about all the time we have this week. Ill go ahead and cancel our appointment on Friday. Talk to Niall. Tell him how you feel by next week or I will call him for you. This is the third year Ive been your therapist, Krys, and the whole time, hes the only common thing. Theres smaller stuff that's come up, but he is the epicenter of it all."

"I cant."

"You can." he argues, looking into my eyes with a fire that says 'do this or I will'.

"Fine. Ill try. But no promises."

"That's my girl. Ill see you next Friday." he looks down at his desk and starts writing, clearly dismissing me.

Niall's POV

"A carnival?" I ask in disbelief. Why don't I just rent out Cedar Point or something?

"Yeah, theres one in town and I heard her talking to Jin about asking you and Zayn to go because they knew Lou, Li, and I were going to be in the Virgin Islands starting tomorrow." Harry tells me.

"But a carnival? With street food?" I ask, don't get me wrong, I love all food, but I have a five-star chef for a reason. Yeah, Im a spoiled rich kid, sue me.

"Yeah. Oh, come on! Its food, Ni!"

"Greasy food that'll go straight to my hips." I mumble.

"Then you'll just have sexy hip curves. Shut up and get over it." he says, slapping the back of my head.

That brings me back to reality and I take a deep breath. I only want the best for Krys and he goes and suggests I take her to the measly carnival?

"You're going and so is Zayn. If you haven't caught on yet, he kind of has a thing for Jin. So if you could, I don't know, be his wing man or something, you'd get to spend the whole day with Krys." he says, being as sassy as Louis.

"He, sir, Sass mater wanna be." I smirk, knowing that he hates when I point out his similarities to his best mate ever.

"I do not!"

"Oh really? Then why do you hate that I point it out? Are you afraid Tommo's going to disown you and say the throne's only big enough for one?" I scoff, "As if."

Harry blushes and Lou choses that moment to walk into the room. "Hello my peasants. What a lovely day it is in the castle."

"Hey, Lou." Harry says, still beet red.

"What is wrong dear sir, for your cheeks are redder than your hair is curly." he says in his announcer's voice.

"Nothing, Louis. Its just something Niall said." he shakes his head.

Lou spins on me and slaps me across the face. "Oi! What the bloody hell was that for?!"

"Don't embarrass my Hazza!" he says scoldingly.

"Yes, Your Majesty." I reply with a slight bow before shooting Harry a look, pretending to type on my mobile, and walking out to the car park.

When I get home I head straight for the kitchen and have Marcel (not Harry, just wanted to use Marcel, lol) whip me up a gigantic stack of pancakes. I start to call out to Krys when I remember she's not here, shes with Him. A nameless arsehole who, if given the chance, I would get rid of without hesitation.

Oh, shit. How am I supposed to ask Krys to the carnival if she has a boyfriend? I cant just steal her because I want her and have wanted her since before this bloke even existed to her, that would be stereotypical and wrong. Everyone thinks that rich people get what they want the second they want it just by throwing money at it. In certain situations, that's true, but not often.

"Oh, hey Ni. I though you were at one of the guys' places." her voice says, drifting from behind me.

I turn around to see her in her little maid's uniform, sweat dripping from her face, a broom in hand. "Yeah. I just got back."

"Good for you, Ni. Are you okay?" she asks, probably referring to  my clenched fist and jaw.

"Yeah. Im fine. How are you?"

"Good. Went to see my friend Simon today. Hes really nice. You'd like him, Ni." she beams, completely oblivious to my hate of the man. Simon, so that's his name...

"How nice." I struggle to say through gritted teeth.

"Yeah. I just had to have him help me talk through some things. I got back around an hour after I left. Didn't take that long at all." she smiles, genuinely ignorant.

"Ah. Well, Im going to go listen to some music. Ill catch you later." I say, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck before heading for the main staircase.

"If only I could tell you how I feel..." I think I hear her whisper, though its so quiet I probably just imagined it.

How do you feel, Krys?

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Hey, how was it? I know these chappies are short but I have humanities and it takes a lot of my time so Im doing my best. Hope you liked this chapter. Feedback plz! Comment, vote, fan, follow. Thanx guys, youre the bests! -CC-