Evangeline's POV
The taxi pulled to a stop before a massive, vintage mansion that looked like it had been plucked from a bygone era. It stood alone on a hill, the only structure for as far as I could see, with the town nestled at the bottom of the hill. The peace was almost deafening, broken only by the cold wind that wrapped around me. I hugged myself, rubbing my arms to keep warm. Liam opened the wrought-iron gate, and we walked up to the porch. He pulled the brass bell, and a deep chime echoed from within. I was already in love with the old-fashioned feel of the place. The wind caught my hair, my curls flying across my face, and I tucked them away just as the door opened.
A man with warm, ocean-blue eyes looked at Liam, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Liam, you're finally here!" They shared a hearty hug, and I took a step back, feeling a little overwhelmed. He then turned his gaze to me. "And you must be Evangeline." I nodded, a small smile on my face. A sudden gust of wind blew, and he chuckled. "Come in, come in! I forgot it's December." He ushered us inside and took my luggage.
I stepped into a world of polished wood and antique furniture, a space filled with warmth. The man told us to sit, and Liam gave me a knowing look. "I told you they were kind." I rolled my eyes, a grin on my face. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all.
The man came back with a tray of tea, its sweet, minty aroma filling the air. He set the tray down and sat across from us. "I'm Louis Tomlinson," he said, "and I have four other brothers." My eyes widened in alarm. "Don't worry," he said, a reassuring smile on his face, "we're not so bad." I took a nervous sip of the tea, its warmth a welcome comfort. "I've already called them, so they'll be here any minute." I set my cup down, my hands trembling.
Just then, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps from the hallway, and Liam gave my arm a reassuring squeeze. The four men who entered looked intimidating, but they wore nothing more than regular jeans and T-shirts. One of them, with a head of jet-black hair and eyes as dark as his clothes, seemed to be staring at me. I looked away, feeling self-conscious.
Liam stood and walked toward the men, hugging each of them in turn. As they talked, I stood there, feeling awkward and out of place. I suddenly regretted taking this job. But a moment later, the blonde one approached me, pulling me into a hug. "Welcome to our home, Evangeline." He was Irish, and his smile was as warm as his embrace. "I'm Niall Horan, and this is Zayn Malik," he said, gesturing to the man with the jet-black hair. "And this is Harry Styles, our big brother." I looked at Harry, with his long, curly hair and green eyes, and wondered how brothers could be so different. Louis seemed to read my mind. "We're not related by blood, but we feel like family."
They all looked at me, their faces expectant. Liam stepped to my side. "Oh, I almost forgot," he said to them. "She can't speak, so she's mute." He then gave them my backstory, and I felt a sense of relief when they all sat down, respecting my privacy.
Harry, the one with the green eyes, stood up. "Come with me," he said, his voice a low command. I looked at Liam, a silent question in my eyes. He nodded, and I knew it was time for him to leave. I hugged him tightly, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "It's okay, Evangeline," he whispered. "I'm going to miss you."
"All right, that's enough," Harry said, and we pulled apart. Liam said his goodbyes and left. I followed him to the door and waved as his taxi drove away.
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I went back inside, where Harry was waiting with my suitcase. He gestured for me to follow him, and I did so silently. He showed me the layout of the house and told me the few places where I was not allowed to go. When we reached a white door, he opened it to reveal my new room. It was painted a pristine white, with a massive window overlooking the hill. It was so peaceful. "Do you like it?" he asked. I smiled and nodded, mouthing a silent thank you.
"Okay then," he said, "You have your own uniform, by the way. I'll give it to you later after dinner. You can start tomorrow." I nodded, and he left. I unpacked my few belongings, placing them neatly in the closet and dresser. I then took a long, hot shower, changed into a comfortable sweater and jeans, and curled up on the bed with a book.
Hours later, a knock on the door woke me from a light sleep. It was Harry. He was smiling. "Dinner is ready," he said. I followed him, memorizing the way to the dining room. It was a beautiful space, with a long table that had twenty-four chairs. He sat at the end of the table and gestured for me to sit beside him. I sat down and began to eat.
"So, do you like your room?" Zayn asked. I nodded, my heart full. "Good," he said with a smirk. "Harry here designed it for you." I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth. I looked at Harry, who was now glaring at Zayn.
"He just wanted to make it simple," Louis explained. "He figured you might want a nice view." I nodded again.
After dinner, I took my plate to the kitchen, and Harry followed. He leaned against the counter and watched me as I washed the dishes. "Come on," he said, beckoning with his hand. "There's one more place you need to see." I took his hand, and he led me down a dark hallway to a rusty door. He opened it and ushered me inside. "Close your eyes," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
I did, and he gently guided me down a flight of steps. "Now, open," he said. I opened my eyes and gasped. It was a beautiful garden, filled with lanterns and Christmas lights. The trees were bare, but I could imagine what it would look like in full bloom.
"It's not as lovely as it used to be," he said, "but we can fix it. After you're done with your duties tomorrow, we can go shopping for plants." I beamed, and he smiled. A single snowflake drifted down between us. I caught it in my palm. He took my hand. "Let's go back inside. You need to rest." We walked back, our hands intertwined, the cold night air a distant memory.
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Nothing much happened here since Evangeline is new and all so, this chapter is very boring for me but the upcoming will be a bit... Unexplainable, I guess?
See you guys there, on the next chapter called: Confused Little Rose.
-Nina.
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