Chapter 6: Greetings

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My eyes adjusted to the sight before me. I stood beneath a glass chandelier and in front of what seemed to be the world's largest staircase. The stairs went up and split in 2. A glass window was elegantly placed at the top of the stairs as they began to divide.

On the ground floor, a room existed on both sides. Gorgeous European paintings decorated the walls, as well as a large brass mirror on the right side. As someone closed the enormous front doors, the thud echoed in the entryway.

As I stood gawking at my surroundings, my eyes finally noticed the line of men standing before me at the bottom of the staircase. I recognized the blonde haired entity of laughter and the rude kidnapper in all black. However, the other two were unfamiliar.

Harry broke the awkward silence. "I see you're enjoying our estate. I think it's time for some formal introductions since you'll be staying with us. You've met me already. My name is Harold Styles. Everyone calls me Harry. You may call me Harry. You've also met my partner in crime, Niall Horan. He's Irish and highly obnoxious."

All the boys laughed as Niall punched Harry in the arm. Harry continued:

"This lad is Liam Payne. He's the nicest guy you'll ever meet and the best cook in the house."

Liam looked nice. His smile was surrounded by mature facial hair. Speaking of his hair, he had little. Although it wasn't a buzz cut, it was awfully close. The most distinct feature had to be the multiple arrow tattoo that dominated his right forearm. He had a muscular build and was shorter than Harry.

Harry interrupted my thoughts as he described the next man. "And this lad is Louis Tomlinson. He's the oldest here and he's in charge of the estate so if there's a problem, talk to him because I don't give a shit." They all laughed again. "Liam, Louis, may I introduce to you Jennifer Rose."

Liam stepped forward and shook my hand. "Welcome to England, love."

Louis stared at me and asked Harry a question. "Did you say Rose?"

Harry's smirk disappeared as he muttered a condescending "yeah". Louis slowly walked toward me with an evil glare and whispered in my ear.

"As of right now, you and I have no problems. If you act like your brother, however, I won't be so kind." Louis stepped back and shook my hand as he smiled menacingly.

Harry broke another awkward silence. "I'm glad we've all gotten acquainted. I'd love to give you a tour but I'm fucking starving. Let's all go enjoy the meal Liam has so graciously prepared for us."

Harry led the way to the dining room, which happened to be the room on the left. Liam waited for me as he patted my back and said "I want you be comfortable in our home. I know you don't understand why you're here but you'll find out soon enough. Relax, love. If you need anything, Niall and I will be here to help you."

He finished his sentence as we entered the extravagant dining room. The first thing I noticed was the large oak table in the center. It glistened under the light of yet another chandelier. The table was set for 5 people. I watched as all the men took their places. Harry said at the head with Liam at the other end. Louis sat on the left side, leaving 2 places for Niall and myself on the right side. Niall sat beside Harry and I sat in between Niall and Liam.

The food was already on the table so all we had to do was serve ourselves. I watched as the men all grabbed their fair share of food. Once they grabbed what they wanted, I took the leftovers. There was one fish and plenty of English French fries for me to eat. It was quiet for the first few minutes as everyone ate their food. It was awkward for me to be sitting at a table of strangers so I ate and keep my eyes on my plate.

Louis had been watching me because he spoke up and said, "You sure do eat a lot for a lady."

The table bursted into laughter as I looked up at him. My mind filled with sass as I responded, "And you sure don't eat enough to look like a man."

Louis's face turned a bright red as anger filled his body. The others laughed and pitched in with insults toward one another. Niall was called a drunk leprechaun, Harry was called gay because of his hair length, Liam was called a terrorist because of his facial hair and semi-buzz cut, and Louis was continuously called a girl in one way or another. I giggled to myself as the chaos continued.

Once they calmed down, everyone seemed to have been finished with their dinner. All the men looked at Louis and then at me. Louis, still red with anger, looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Are you ready for the house rules?"

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