"I've always wanted to go to Paris!" I said, giving him a kiss.
"I figured, you're a girl," Niall said jokingly.
I was at a loss for words. I literally could not believe I was in Paris!
"Alright, we gotta go. I have to pick something up for you," Niall said with a cheeky wink. I gave him a suspicious look.
"Don't spoil me Niall, you know I don't like being spoiled," I said.
"You're dating the wrong guy, then," Niall replied.
Elizabeth handed Niall keys, to a car I assume.
"Want to see the car we have for the next two weeks?" Niall asked. I nodded.
Niall led me to the front of the airport where a black Lamborghini was parked.
"Nuh-uh," I said involuntarily.
"Uh-huh," Niall replied with a slight chuckle.
We put our bags in the back and got in.
"What do you need to get?" I asked as Niall started the car.
"A surprise," Niall replied.
"Is everything gonna be a surprise for the next two weeks?" I asked.
"Yup, pretty much," Niall stated, driving away.
We pulled up in front of a small shop, drawing attention to ourselves because of the car. We got out and went inside. The shop had a little bit of everything and Niall led me to the back of the store.
"Which one do you like?" Niall asked, looking at a variety of locks.
"Um, why?" I replied, "Surprise?"
"Yup, now just pick one," I picked a standard, gold lock and key.
"Good choice," Niall said, holding my hand.
Niall paid for the lock and then we drive to the hotel. Which was huge!
"Bonjour!" the door man said, taking our bags. We walked to the front desk.
"Niall Horan," Niall said to the front desk attendant.
"D'accord, tu as une grande suite!" she replied, handing Niall two keys.
"Merci beaucou," Niall said taking the keys.
"What did she say?" I asked Niall as we got in the elevator.
"Ok, you have a grand suite," Niall replied.
"Oh, do you know French?" I asked.
"I do," Niall said, smiling down at me.
"You should teach me," I sugested.
"Will do," Niall said with a grin and a raised eyebrow.
"Not like that you perv," I said, playfully hitting his chest.
"Zut!" Niall replied.
"What?" I asked, really confused.
"It was french," Niall explained.
"I figured, what does that mean?" I asked again.
"Not telling," Niall said as the doors opened.
I rolled my eyes and got out of the elevator. We walked to our suite and went in. Out bags were already there and a bottle of champagne was waiting for us with some fancy cheese.
The suite was pretty big, a full kitchen, huge tv, two couches, the bed was king sized, and there was a jacuzzi! Not to mention that the view was of the Eiffel Tower. It was like a scene out of a movie.
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