Still The One

Four

 I ran downstairs and saw Elise and the blackhaired guy staring at each other. I smirked. Then I sensed that the blond and another one were looking at me. I felt nervous. Then my mum came over. ‘Let us all calm down, shall we?’ ‘Yeah,’ I nodded. Mum showed the boys into our living room. ‘Why don’t you guys have a little chat while I make the lunch? Are we okay? Good.’ She went away. There was another awkward silence. Then a boy with brown curly hair stood up and said, ‘Soooooo,’ Everybody moved a bit when he spoke. ‘I’m Harry. Harry Styles.’ He said to me, understanding that I hardly know who he is  judging my look. ‘You’re Samantha. Am I right?’ I shakily nodded. ‘How do you know?’ I still can’t believe that I was talking to a boy whom many girls at school wanna marry. ‘Liam.’ ‘Why won’t I know my own cousin’s name?’ the boy who was probably Liam, said. He had brunette hair and brown eyes. I thought that the blond would be my cousin. Maybe it’s a coincidence that we look sorta the same. ‘I know, you look more like our Nialler over here ,’ He said, seeing the look of my face. ‘So, your name is Nialler?’ I asked the blond. He shook his head. ‘Sorta,’ His voice had my heart racing for some reason. ‘It’s Niall, but the lads call me Nialler.’ He said with a smile. I seriously loved his accent. ‘Are you Irish?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘So, what’s your name?’ I asked the other boy with brunette hair. I hardly noticed him before. I noted that he had been staring at me the whole time. ‘It’s Louis.’ He answered somewhat shyly. ‘Louis, you seem a little low. Tired, aren’t ya? Anyway, we call him our Boobear. He’s usually pretty talkative but I dunno what happened to him right now.’ Harry said. Elise, who had been silently staring at the blackhaired boy the whole time, asked Harry, ‘Soooo, is Larry Stylinson real?’ ‘What do you mean?’ I inquired. Harry shook his head. ‘It’s just a pile of bullshit. Don’t believe a word.’ Louis said, his voice getting stronger. He had a pleasant voice too. ‘Excuse me, but what is Larry Stylinson?’ I asked. ‘When you want two people to be together, you ship them.’ Elise replied. ‘Ship them where?’ I questioned again. Elise giggled and nodded her head. ‘Never do you mind, Ms.Innocence.’ ‘Whatever. I won’t miss it if I don’t understand it. Anyway, you must be Zain Maleek, then. Sorry if I pronounced it wrong.’ I said to Mr. Blackhair. ‘It’s Zayn Malik. I’m half Pakistani and a Muslim.’ He said happily. I smiled at him. Then mum called for lunch.