Niall’s POV
“Hey bro.” my cousin greeted me with a friendly pat on the shoulder. He helped me with my bags, as we walked towards the doors of the airport.
“Hey David, how are you mate?”
“I’ve been good, how have you been, how are the guys?”
“We’re all good, kind of relieved that we’re getting the whole summer off. Time to relax.” I stated, putting some of my bags into the bed of his pick up truck. David moved from Mullingar to Nashville when he was only 2 so he has a southern accent and is as country as they come. I got in the passenger seat and he started the engine, backing out of the parking lot and we were soon riding on a dirt road.
“What is this?”
“What is what?” he asked in confusion.
“This music?” I asked, fiddling with the radio trying to find a station with music that I recognized, but failed miserably. Every station sounded the same and I knew it was something I was going to have to get used to for the summer.
“Country, what other kind of music is there?” he joked, punching my arm lightly.
“I guess I’ll learn to love it. What’s this song called?”
“How Country Feels by Randy Houser” he replied as if it were to be obvious to me.
“Never heard of him or it, but surprisingly it’s a good tune.”
I turned it up and nodded my head to the beat. As we drove along, I watched the scenery out the rolled down window. Everything was so different than it was back home; tractors on the road pick up trucks everywhere we turned, farms on farms on farms.
“So any girl in the picture for the big popstar?” he asked curiously, keeping his eyes on the road, his thumb tapping to the song on the steering wheel.
“Nah, still a single pringle.”
“Single pringle?” he laughed at my phrase. “Come on dude, girls practically throw themselves at you everywhere you turn, and you’re telling me you haven’t gotten with any of them?”
“That is exactly what I’m telling you, yes. They’re either too crazy weird obsessed, or like the other boys and not me. There’s really no in between.” I replied blankly. Honestly, I act like I don’t mind being single, but it would be nice to have a girl to spoil.
“It’ll happen for you Niall, just wait and see. Girls can’t resist us Irishmen.”
I chuckled at his statement, turning to him with an objective expression on my face.
“What?” he asked innocently.
“You’re no Irishman mate, you are a redneck.”
He shot me an offended look, gasping at my statement.
“Excuse you bro, but I still have some Irish blood in me…but there’s no arguing I’m a redneck, you’re correct.” he laughed, pulling into the long dirt driveway to his house. My aunt came running out to greet us, a smile a mile wide spread across her face.
“Niall sweetie you’ve grown up so much!” she said enthusiastically, her fading Irish accent ringing in my ears. It was quite relaxing to hear an accent from home, knowing for the next few months all I’d be hearing was Southern slang. I was tightly wrapped in her embrace, taking in her familiar scent.
“Hi aunty, it’s great to see you.”
When she released me from her hold, she held me out at arms length looking me up and down, taking in my appearance.
