Irish Luck

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Cassia's alarm clock went off at 10:00am. Naturally, I hit snooze, but since she has a freaky space clock, I didn't know how to make it stop. It wouldn't stop making an annoying beeping noise. Finally, I took the batteries out and peeled myself from my bed. I guess Cassia is used to her alarm clock, so I heard her footsteps from down the hall and into my room. Before I could even grab my face soaps and makeup, she was throwing clothes from my closet onto my bed, trying to find an outfit. As I start washing my face, Cassia walks into the bathroom with an outfit in hands.

"What do you think of this?," she asked. She was holding black leggings, my large, grey Mickey Mouse sweater, and my grey steve madden combat boots.

"Perfect! I'll match it with my silver tiffany's key necklace. Can you wake Aimee and Mother?," I asked her. She was already doing a lot for me. She agreed as I painted my face with pale pink eye shadow and mascara. I always go simple.

In about a half hour, I got everyone out of the house and on our way to the store. Aimee and I both got our iPhones to work in Ireland, a new number, service and everything. That took about 45 minutes of trying to understand this mans accent. As we were working with the phones, I couldn't not think of Niall. His accent, his laugh, his smile, his teeth, the way he pushed his hair back with his fingers. I was snapped back into reality when handed my phone. The first thing I did was enter Emily and Mackenzie's number. I started a group message immediately.

To: Emily, Mackenzie

Hey guys! Got my phone registered, and I met the neighbors last night. And, well, I have a date today!

I realized they wouldn't get the message until later, because it was probably 3:00am in Sacramento.

When we pulled back into the house, it was about 11:20am. I bolted into the house, up the stairs to my room for a few touch ups before going over to Niall's. As I was headed for the door, my stomach grumbled. I hadn't eaten breakfast, so I grabbed two of the toaster waffles Aunt Clara was making. I was eating them quickly when she brought up something important.

"You know which house is Niall's, right?"

"Oh, yeah, it's the one, next to this one..." I had no idea if he was on the left or the right of us. I looked to her for the answer.

"He's on the left, sweet heart," she giggled to herself. I nodded and finished up the rest of my meal. She handed me a water bottle and some money before I left, also. I thanked her and casually walked to the house left of ours.

The Horans' doorbell was a cute collection of chimes. I stood outside of the white paneled house, until Mr. Horan came to the door.

"Hi Kennedy! Niall was expecting you... NIALL! KENNEDY IS HERE!," he yelled. The butterflies I had before only increased when I saw him walking toward the door. He was wearing a plain blue tee with dark jeans. His hair was pushed back, I liked it. Hopefully he was liking what I'm wearing also.

"Thanks Dad," he said between his teeth, "Hi, Kennedy, you look great." I pushed my straightened hair behind my ear, blushing as always.

"Nice seeing you!," I yelled back as Niall and I walked down the pavement.

"Excuse my dad and his...volume," he said, laughing.

"I like your laugh," I said, staring at him as we walked. I didn't have control of what I was saying, if I did I would have shut up.

He laughed at my comment, looked down and back up at me, meeting my gaze. We had only walked two blocks, and I had managed to make it awkward. I looked down, laughing it off, when he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers as we walked. I looked up to him and smiled. He was only about two inches taller than me, but it worked well for me, for us.