Meeting One Direction

Chapter 5

Previously:

Before I knock, I see her come in and sweep the floor. I'm trying to see what she looks like but her hair keeps falling into her face, shielding her from my view. I decide to knock on the door. When she looks up, I hear us gasp at the same time.

Niall:

She was holding the dustpan but when she saw me, she dropped it and the dirt went everywhere. She didn't even seem to notice.

She's got long hair that falls to her back with blonde on the bottom. She had grey eyes that looked like the calm before the storm, with an almond like shape about them. Her lips were formed in a 'o'. They were a light shade of pink that looked slightly pouty but very kissable.

She had on a Beatles t-shirt with dark skinny jeans and Doc Martens. She looked fearless. I realize that I have my mouth hanging open like an idiot and I snap it shut.

I raise my hand and knock on the door.

This seems to get her attention and she walks to the door. I notice how short she is. She looks to be about 5 foot to my 5'8. When she looks at me, she has to push her neck almost all the way back. Have I ever mentioned that I've got a thing for shorter girls?

She opens the door and stands there, shock written on her face.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on tour somewhere?" she asks, confusion evident in her voice.

Her voice is surprisingly lower then I thought it was gonna be. I pictured her having a higher voice but it sounds almost husky. Seductive.

"I'm supposed to be. My tour bus crashed and the lads and I need some place to stay until it gets fixed. We don't know how long it'll take but it sounds like it might be a few weeks. Do you mind if we stay here?" A spark of hope shines through me when I see she's thinking about it.

"We can pay you back because I'm sure we'll eat alot of your food." I tell her. Please let her say yes!

"I'd have to ask my mom but the answer for now is yes." She answers. Then she gives me the cutest smile I have ever seen that gives me serious butterflies.

"Do you need to get the rest of the boys or something?" she asks. "Yes I do. Let me go tell Paul and he'll park in the driveway. Is that ok?" hoping I'm not crossing any lines.

"That's fine. I need to re-clean my mess up. Go and do whatever you need to." She replies, dismissing me with a smile on her face. She turns around and I take that as my cue to leave.

I turn to walk back to the van when I turn around. She's back on the floor, sweeping up that dirt. A smile forms on my face as I run back around and walk to the van.

I jog across the road and head to the window. "Looks like we have a place to stay!" I tell them excitedly.

A bunch of hooplas sound inside the van. "Grab your stuff and knock on her door and I guess wait inside." I explain.

"Is she cute?" sounding like Liam asks.
"Is she young?" Harry questions. "What's it look like inside?" the questions go on and on.

"She looks around our age and she's very beautiful." I answer, dreamily remembering her smile. "Looks like Niall may have a crush!" they yell in unison.

"I don't even know her. " I duck my head smiling. Ok, so maybe I do have a teeny crush on her. I've never felt this way before. I shake my head, clearing the thought.

The boys grab their stuff and head to her house. I tell Paul that it's ok to park in the driveway. Paul gives me a thumbs up and puts the key in the ignition. I get my stuff before he pulls out.

As I get closer to her house, I can hear Louis talking which is no surprise. He always talks loud. I knock on her door and she turns the corner in mid laugh when she sees me. Her laugh slowly dies when she comes to the door.

"Hello Niall," she smiles, holding the door open for me.

"Hi." my voice squeaked. Did my voice really squeak?

As I walk past the door I take in my surroundings. On the wall, their are several pictures of her I'm assuming. Loads of a young girl smiling at the camera.

"Is this you?" I turn to her and ask.

"Yes, I think I was 5 when this picture was taken. This was before my mom and dad divorced."

"I'm sorry." I apologize quickly.

"I'm certainly not. Why would I want my mom to be with someone who didn't want to spend time with her?" she replies, a hint of anger evident in her voice. "My parents are divorced too. I used to live with my dad before One Direction happened." I tell her.

Its silent for awhile until she says "Lets go in the other room. I'll take you guys upstairs." I follow her down the hallway and we enter the living room where the boys are at. She tells them that she's going to show them their room. She walks past me to lead us upstairs when I get a whiff of her perfume. Cinnamon apples. Mhmm.

I walk behind her as the boys follow me. I get a nice vision of her round bum. It's not small but it's also not big. It's the perfect size. We reach the top of the landing and I look around. I notice there are only two entrances. One where we are staying and the other leading into a room. It seems we are right across from each other.

She walks to the light switch and flicks
it on. We follow her and walk into a big room with two huge L-sized couches and a telly. Harry goes to the couch and falls down. He gets a blanket that's draped on the couch and proceeds to get comfy.

"This is really comfy Indieana, care to join me?" Harry flirts. I shoot him a dirty look which he ignores. "I think I'll pass but maybe next time." at this, she gives a little eyeroll. Harry pouts and 1 point goes to Indieana.

"I'll let you guys get comfortable and when you're ready, you can come downstairs. I'll make some cookies or something for you guys." she tells us as she's walking away.

For the next 30 minutes, we unpack and put things in their places. Soon enough I can smell the delicious aroma of warm chocolate chip cookies. I let my nose lead me downstairs into the kitchen.

She has her back turned to me and is singing very softly along to music. I lean against the counter and look around. It looks like a very cozy kitchen.

Just then, the timer gies off on the stove. She puts an oversized mitten on and reaches for the oven door. She quickly places the cooking sheet on the counter and takes the mitten off, blowing at her hands.

I decide to let her know I'm here and clear my throat. She whirls around, gripping her hand to her chest saying "God you scared me."

"Sorry," I mumble. She smiles and I know everything is forgiven. There's those butterflies again. What's going on in my stomach?