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Celebrity Interview: Chapter Eighteen: An Unannounced Trip:
Everyone was now lounging around, watching The Alan Carr Show.
“I don’t get half of these jokes.” I commented as the boys laughed and I sat silently.
“That’s because you’re not from the UK.” Louis tried to comfort me.
I shrugged and pumped my fist in the air un-enthusiastically. “USA, USA, USA,”
Niall smiled at me and squeezed my shoulder. “It’s okay, babe. Want me to help translate?”
I smiled at him, grateful. Nodding, I leaned closer so I was wrapped up in Niall’s arms.
Over the next half hour, Niall explained all the Alan Carr Show jokes and I started to get over my mild “culture shock”.
“You spend more time over here than you do at your place.” Zayn pointed out.
“Yeah, what’s the point of having your place? The storage?” Niall teased, wrapping an arm around my waist and I grabbed my purse from where it was laying haphazardly on the floor.
“Maybe,” I teased back, smiling and kissing his cheek.
“You’re so funny.”
I laughed. “Well, I’d sure hope so, Ni.”
He grinned at me and leaned over to kiss my forehead. “You know, I was being serious.”
I cocked my head to the side and pursed my lips in confusion. “About what?”
He leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “Paris, mi amore.”
I giggles. “I’ll be waiting for it.”
He leaned back, watching my expression as he shrugged. “You won’t have to wait long.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “What are you planning, mister?”
He put his hands up in playful surrender. “It’s not me who’s planning it.”
Okay, now I was officially curious.
Niall walked me to my door and left with me confused with a kiss on the cheek. What did he mean?
It seemed I didn’t have to wait very long since as soon as I locked the door behind me, my phone rang.
Puzzled, I looked down at the caller ID.
Cowell
Immediately, I pressed the answer option on my iPhone and brought it to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Ray-Ray!”
I laughed. “Hi, Simon! How are you?”
“I’m doing splendid, Ray-Ray. I wanted to call and personally congratulate you.”
My eyebrows furrowed. “For what?”
I could practically sense his smile through the phone as he answered. “For your promotional premiere, of course?”
“P-promotional tour?”
“Yes. You’ll be going all around Europe and America to promote The Good Days.”
I gulped. “When?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d be fine with doing it in a couple weeks.”
I nodded, then felt stupid when I realized he couldn’t see me. “Sure, that sounds fine. I have nothing else to do.”
