Izallouis’ view:
It was weird being alone with Niall. He was always watching my moves and he grabbed my hand rather hard when I reached for the door to leave. Strangely enough, even after he ‘kidnapped’ me, I'm not scared being alone with him. When he was drunk and alone with me he didn’t seem to want to harm me, though I could be wrong, I don’t feel I am.
“Not many.” I sat in the swivel chair and he sat on the couch.
“Well, then lets sing.” He smiled.
“I'm tired of being here.” I said. I would much rather get to know my coach personally before professionally.
“Erm... I don’t exactly know... what you... mean.” He stuttered out. It was kind of cute when he looked up with doe eyes.
“We should go do something fun.” I smiled.
“Like??” I thought about all the things Harry and I have done together. We have done so much I can’t think of something else I could do. I mean there are a few things but Niall and I don’t even know each other. I glanced at Niall and looked him up and down. He was standing and looking at his phone so I was free to analyze him. I noticed he was wearing black and white checkered vans with white socks. His socks looked dorky but I thought it was kind of cute and it made me smile a bit. His black skinny jeans were really tight and had holes at the knees. His shirt was white and was a bit longer so the hem landed just below his pockets. Across his chest was the word ‘Vans’ with a tiny ‘66’ above the ‘S’. Black and white shoes, black jeans, white shirt, and the only colour in his outfit were the yellow cursive letters with a black outline. Just as I scanned up his rough neck he looked up and I smiled. “I got a place.” I nodded and looked back in the studio to make sure I had everything. He opened the door and I thought it was nice.
“How are we going to get to this mysterious place??” I chuckled.
“Cab ok??” He asked still on his phone.
“Yeah.” I followed him to the front and he handed the lady the key he had. I handed her mine and he grabbed a bunch of thin folders from her. I was curious but decided against asking as he started to say the address for the cab. As he hung up I thought about it. My image and his will be slaughtered on magazines and papers if we both get in the Jerichae cab. “One cab??” I questioned.
“Izallouis I have been famous for a lot longer than you. I know to get two cabs.” He chuckled. That was the one thing I didn’t like about him. He was cocky, maybe even arrogant. Whatever it was he wasn’t very humble. I didn’t respond because what I was thinking was rude. “They are coming from the back.” He rested his hand around my lower back and I walked fast so he wasn’t touching me. We made it to the back of the studio with time to kill so I watched him read a file. He leaned against the door and had one foot on it. Attractive, yes very attractive. He was something to stare at for a long time and find perfect flaws. Soon the cabs pulled up and he went to open my door but I walked faster than him to get to it. He slid into the cab in front and I told my driver to follow the cab in front of us.

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