ripped jeans | hes

seventy four

You guys are really funny. I really really  love reading the comments. -Gi (also there's a note at the end of the chapter! please read it if you'd like. thank u love u)

"Hi, love! How was  your lesson?" I chirped as Niall walked up to my Jeep, looking absolutely charming in his golfing attire. "You look adorable."

"It was fantastic!" He was practically glowing with enthusiasm. "And thank you!"

"I'm glad." I smiled, always overjoyed to be around Niall. "I just texted the guys. They're meeting us for lunch."

"Great!"

"Mhmm."

"The owner of the county club heard that me, a celebrity, was receiving lessons at his club and he came and met me himself!" Niall gestured to his expensive jacket with the name of the country club neatly sewed on the front. "He even gave me a VIP jacket. Isn't that something?"

"That's awesome." I laughed. "Want to put your clubs in the trunk?"

"Yeah."

As I unlocked the trunk for Niall, I glanced into the rearview mirror to watch him put his things away. My eyes grew into the size of saucers as I saw Niall hold up the manilla folder directly into my vision.

"Oh, fuck." I cursed under my breath.

"What's this?" He called out, waving it. "Looks important."

"Niall!" I shouted back to him, forgetting that I had put it in my trunk after leaving Harry. "Put that back."

"You telling me not to open it only makes me want to read it more."

"Niall, seriously!"

Niall shut the trunk and hopped into the passengers seat, still clutching the manilla folder in his pristinely white golfing gloves. I bit down on my bottom lip and began to drive, my eyes nervously flashing between the road and Niall.

"Well, what is it?" Niall placed the folder in his lap as he peeled his gloves off.

"Boring college stuff."

"Good thing I love boring college stuff."

"Niall, seriously. Don't." I tried to snatch the envelope but Niall was already ripping it open. "That is an invasion of privacy! I could have you arrested-"

"What are you hiding, Montgomery?" Niall snickered, pulling out a packet with thick, beige, papers from the folder before looking at me sternly. "What are these?"

I groaned, realizing there was no way I could get out of this. "I was going to wait to open them-"

Niall cleared his throat, his bright blue eyes scanning the page, his strong Irish accent glazing over every word. "Ms. Addison Montgomery, we are ecstatic to inform you that the New York Times Journalism Internship program has accepted your application for it's Philly sector...blah, blah, blah... We have an apartment in the heart of...Philadelphia, set up for your...six month stay."

"I got accepted!" I gasped. "No fucking way!"

"You're moving to Philly? For six months? What internship is six bloody months long?" Niall began to angrily flip through the other pages of the packet.

"This is insane! I can't believe-"

"Addison!" Niall shouted, shutting me up. "Are you even thinking?" You-you can't move across the country!"

"But-"

"And for six months?"

"It's a paid internship, so I'm basically working there. I'm going to learn a lot and it's basically setting me up to get a job there-"