Life With The Twist Boys

My New Life

Louis' P.O.V

 I climbed up the wooden steps, hoping that my clothes weren’t rumpled from the flight, and unconsciously moved my hand up to smooth out my hair. Anne was smiling at me as two young boys stood next to her, clinging to her pants. Must be the youngest set of twins, I decided before turning to face the rest of the group. Much to my discomfort, everyone was staring at me.

“Boys,” began Anne , breaking the silence, “this is Louis Tomlinson, the friend of the family your father and I told you about. He will be staying with us for some time, and while he’s here, I want you all to try your best to make him feel at home.”

 That seemed like the opposite of what they wanted. All the boys were staring at me like I was a foreigner invading their own personal country.

The best thing to do is to make peace, I told myself. I slowly raised my hand and waved. “Hi, guys. I’m Louis.”

 One of the older boys swam forward and pulled himself out of the pool, making the muscles in his tan arms bulge. A spray of water flew in all directions as he shook his messy bangs out of his eyes, just like a wet dog would, only sexier. Then, to finish it off, he ran his fingers through his raven black hair, combing it back into streaks. The boy’s red swim trunks hung dangerously low, flirting between inappropriate and just enough room for imagination.

 I took one look at him and my heart fluttered, but I quickly pushed the stirring feeling away. What is wrong with you, Louis? I screamed at myself.

 His gaze flickered over me casually, and the water droplets caught in his eyelashes sparkled in the sunlight. He turned to his father. “Where’s he going to stay?” he questioned, ignoring me as if I weren’t there.

“Zayn,” George responded in a voice that was meant to reprimand his son. “Don’t be so rude. He is our guest.”

 Zayn shrugged. “What? We’re not running a hotel here. I, for one, am not sharing a room.”

“I don’t want to share either,” another boy complained.

“Me either,” someone else added.

 Before a chorus of complaints rang out, Robin held up his hands. “Nobody is going to have to share or give up their room,” he said. “Louis will have an entirely new room.”

 
“New room?” Zayn asked as he crossed his arms over his bare chest "Where's that?"

Anne shot him a look. “The studio.”

“But, Aunt Anne!” one of the other boys started to say.

“You did have a bed moved in there while I was gone, right, Robin?” she asked, cutting off one of her nephews.

“Of course. Not all of the supplies have been moved out, but it will have to do in the meantime,” he told his wife. Then he turned to Zayn and gave him a look that said “knock it off.” “You can help Louis move hos things,” he added. “No complaining.”

Zayn turned back to me, his gaze unnerving. My skin blazed like a bad sunburn where his eyes touched my body, and when they lingered too long on my hips, I pulled my sweater down lower to cover my hips in discomfort.

After a few tense seconds, he shrugged his shoulders. “No problem, Dad,” he said.

Zayn cocked his head and offered me a smirk that said “I know I’m hot.” Even with my limited knowledge of boys, a twisting in my stomach told me this boy in particular was going to be a problem. Maybe if I could learn to deal with him, the rest wouldn’t be as bad. I risked a quick glance at the other boys and my shoulders slumped. The scowls plastered across most of their faces were not a good sign. They seemed to want me here as little as I wanted to be here.

 
Anne and Robin disappeared into the house, leaving me to the wolves. I waited awkwardly on the deck for Zayn to help me with my luggage. He was taking his time, slowly drying off with a towel that had been flung over one of the many pool chairs. I could feel the boys watching me, so I kept my eyes focused on one of the swirled knots in the wooden deck. The longer Zayn took, the more intimidating the staring became, so I decided to wait for him in the garage.

“Hey, wait,” someone called as I turned to leave. The screen door slid open, and another boy stepped out of the house he is probably the oldest. His golden brown  hair was wet and spiked back a bit. His strong jawline, thick chin, forearms were toned and his hands looked rough, most likely from years of working on the ranch. I would love for him to fing-Louis stop he is getting married and you just go here!

“Mom said I needed to introduce myself.” He crossed the deck in three long strides and held his hand out for me to shake. “Hi, I’m Josh.”

“Louis,” I said and slipped my hand into his. Josh smiled at me, and his tight grip crushed my fingers just like his father’s had.

“So you’ll be staying here for a while? I just heard,” he said, jabbing a finger over his shoulder and gesturing at the house.

 “Yes, it seems so.”

 “Cool. I don’t actually live here anymore since I’m in college, so you probably won’t see me much, but if you ever need anything, just let me know, okay?”

By now, all of the boys had climbed out of the pool to dry themselves off and someone snorted at Josh’s comment.

I did my best to ignore it. “I’ll make sure to remember that.”

Josh, on the other hand, did not. “Are we all playing nicely?” he asked, turning toward his family. When no one responded, he shook his head. “Have you idiots even introduced yourselves yet?” he demanded.