The Right Man [SLY2] n.h.

Chapter 9

Amy Farrington:

 

“So I still think you should come to Los Angeles with me,” I said to Niall as I prepared for my final trip to Los Angeles before the wedding. I have been going back and forth for the past two months since my dad said that he wouldn't support me on this. I honestly thought that he would come around by now, but he hasn't. That's one of the bigger reason of me wanting Niall to come with me. I really think that he will change his mind after meeting Niall, but Niall can't even leave the country. Well he can, but he can't go to Los Angeles without a passport.

“You know I can’t,” Niall responded while he watched me pack my carryon.

“I know, but I really want you to come with me,” I said with a pout.

“I’m afraid your dad would kick me out of the country if I do.”

“Stop over exaggerating; he’d probably kick you out of the house,” I say with a small chuckle. That does seem like something he would do. I never really see him doing anything like that when I'm around, but I know my dad. He's a hothead when he wants to be. It's not pretty. 

“More like the state,” he mentioned with a grin.

I laughed, “Well, if he kicks you out of the state, then I’ll leave right behind you. So it’s okay, right?”

“You’re right; we could always go to Vegas and elope.”

“That we could, but I haven’t spent months planning this wedding for nothing, Niall.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Plus, I’m sure that would just give your dad another reason to hate me,” he said jokingly, at least I hope so. I don't really like the idea of Niall thinking my dad hates him, but then again, I don't really know if he does. He might; still my optimism gets the best of me.

“He doesn’t hate you, Niall; he doesn’t even know you,” I say hoping I'm right.

“That doesn’t matter, he still hates me,” he stated.

“No, Niall, he’s just not very fond of you.”

“It’s the same thing,” he argued.

“No it isn’t, Niall. He’ll change his mind about you, you’ll see. He just has to see us together and he’ll see that you make me happy and that you aren’t a bad guy.”

“Yeah, well as much as I would like to do that and go with you, you know that I can’t.”

“I know, but I’m taking you with me one day in the future, whether you want to or not.”

“Why,” he laughed.

“Because I love you, and I don’t like being away from you. I don’t like having an entire continent and the Atlantic Ocean in between us,” I said with yet another a pout.

“I know, I don’t either,” he said as he pulled me in to a hug and kissed the pout away.

“Next time, I’m taking you with me, I’m not even kidding. I’ll sneak you on the plane and into the country by stuffing you into my luggage if I have to. It doesn’t matter how, but I will take you with me.”

He shook his head as he laughed loudly.

“You can’t be serious Amy. I don’t fit in your luggage; you fill that shit up with hundreds of clothes that you probably don’t even use in one trip. There’d be absolutely no room in there for me.”

“Oh don’t worry baby, I will make room for you. You will fit into my luggage, if it is the last thing I do!” I exclaimed as if it were my mission in life.