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Bublé's daughter

Chapter 3

I laughed loudly at the knock-knock joke that Harry just told me. I leaned back and drunk a sip of a beer. I really didn't wanted to drink something, but Harry insisted. "One more, please", Harry said and gave me a puppy face. "Alright, but just one. I'm peeing my pants", I said with a laughter.
"Okay, even if you're wearing a dress, I'll try to tell you the worst knock-knock joke I know. You're ready?", he asked slowly. I nodded with a smile. "Knock knock", he said, holding back his laugh.
"Who's there?", I asked sarcastically. "Harry", he said.
I already laughed, but continued. "Harry who?"
"HARRY UP IT'S COLD OUTSIDE", he yelled and laughed loudly. I laughed and looked at Niall, who was just sitting there, watching me and Harry. We already sat together like 2 hours and I enjoyed every single minute of it. Liam leaned over to Niall, whispered something in his ear.
Niall shook his head as a respond and kept looking at me. I didn't really felt uncomfortable, I enjoyed him looking at me. I just smiled the whole time, keeping a eye on him. Everytime our eyes met, I felt a really sick feeling in my stomach.
"Payno, I'm bussy right now, can't ya see?", Niall said and turned to Liam, who was still talking to him. Liam laughed and looked at me. He winked and stood up. "I'm looking for the toilets, see you later", Liam said and went over to the floor.

It started to get cold, since we sat on the outside. There was a huge pavilion over us with some comfortable couches. The stars shined bright above us and the little candles on the table brought a cozy mood. "Why didn't we stayed inside? It's freaking cold", I said quietly and looked around. "I wanna stay here. In there are too many paps", Louis said and cuddled up with some blankets on the couch. "Then, were's my blanket?", I asked already looking for it.
"I got it, but I won't give you", Louis said with a smirk. "The fans are right, you're really cheeky, Mr. Tomlinson", I said and stood up. "I'll get back inside. See you later?", I asked.
"Yeah. We'll talk to you and Michael tomorrow", Zayn said and smiled. "Alright", I turned around and walked towards to the door. "Wait!", I heard someone yelling behind me. I stood still. "I'm coming with ya", a familiar Irish accent said. Niall put his jacket over my shoulders and smiled at me. "Oh, thanks", I said and continued walking with him. When we got back in the building, he sat down with me in the chill lounge.
"You wanna drink something? Another Guinnes?", he asked opening the fridge in the corner of the room. "Yeah, that'd be nice", I said. He took two of them and headed me one. "Thanks", I said and we sat down next to the door. "I heard you can speak German, French and Spanish?", Niall said and opened our beers. "Yeah. But I hate French, I never wanted to learn it- my dad, uhm Michael, forced me", I said. Niall nodded. "I also heard you got a offer for a new movie. That's awesome", Niall smile and took a big gulp. "Yes. But I rejected - I'm not into acting. They just offered me a role, 'cause my dad asked them", I said. "Oh. But it's still cool."
"I read about you in a magazine", I smiled and laughed slightly. "What did they wrote about me?", Niall asked. "They wrote your dating Barbara Palvin - you're having all my respect. She's a big deal, man", I said and laughed. Niall laughed even louder than me. "That's rubbish - she's just a 'friend'. I don't really like her", Niall said and looked at me. "As soon as the paps see me with a girl, I'm dating her recently. I bet ya', tomorrow there will be a article about us in the internet, 'cause we're sittin' here alone in the lounge", he said and took another swip. "Oh. I didn't know. Sorry", I said and put the bottle between my hands.
"I was wondering if you...maybe we could...", Niall stopped and cleared his throat. "Yeah?", I asked. I could only imagine what he was going to ask. I was so excited, I could barely breath. "So you are a really beautiful girl and I don't want to disappoint the paps, ya know. You wanna go drink somehing with me sometime?", he asked and smiled widely. "Haha, yeah! I'd love to, Niall", I said and smiled. We both stood up and put the empty bottles in the trash can. Then, Niall turned around to me, looking straight into my eyes. "It was really nice to meet you, Rebecca - I'll call you later, okay?", he said and smiled. I could smell his perfume as he came closer to me. Right before he kissed me on the cheek, I heard someone screaming my name. I turned around abruptly, looking at my dad.
"Bublé!", Niall greated him and pulled him into a hug. "Nice to see you, Niall. I see you took care of my daughter - do the boys like her?", my dad asked. I punched his shoulder slightly. "They love her - Harry can't get his eyes of her", Niall said and winked at dad. "I knew Harry couldn't resist", dad joked at looked at me. "Let's go - Luisana's waiting for us. Great the boys from me, Niall."
I looked at Niall. He smiled and waved goodbye to me. "See ya", his accent thick. "Can't wait", I said and followed my dad out.

"He did what?", Bailey shouted in the phone. "He invited me! I can't believe it, girl! He also said I'm beautiful. Harry couldn't get his eyes from me", I said proudly and laughed. "You're such a lucky girl", Bailey said. "Yeah, I know. So tell me what you and Brad did", I whispered, my head turned away from dad. We were still driving home. "You don't wanna know, little girl. I think I won't walk tomorrow", she said. I could see her smirking. "Alright, no details- that's not what I asked. Did he said it?", I asked couriusly. "No, he didn't. But it was really beautiful - he first took me out for dinner, then we drove to the London Eye", she enthused. "I really thought he would ask ya' tonight. Then you would be Bailey McKenzie - sounds better than Hampshire", I said and laughed. "Yeah - I'm really tired. We see each other Sunday, okay? I don't wanna be alone with my familiy for dinner", she said. "Yeah. I love you", I said and she hung up. I put my Blackberry back in the purse. "Is that your jacket?", dad asked when I looked out of the window. "Shit", I muttered and took the jacket off. "No, that's Niall's - he gave it to me. I'll give it back to him tomorrow", I said and put it gently over my tights. I was really excited for the next day. I really hoped for something great to happen - maybe I could do a collaberation with One Direction. Or with Niall.
With a smile I slowly drifted away in a deep sleep