Chap 15

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Chap 15

After Tristan had brought the girl home, put an unconscious Seth to bed and was just about to tell me about the girl with the bite marks, when the doorbell rang! I swore I was going to kill who ever it was.

Tristan left the same as he groaned and stood up. He made his way to the door which was behind a corner so he was out of sight. I jumped as I heard a lot of shouting. It sounded like a group of shrieking girls!

Tristan didn’t exactly walk back to the couch; he was carried, by three more sexy looking lads!!! I couldn’t help but drool over how there muscles flexed as they tried to keep the struggling Tristan in their arms. I noticed the boy with the Curly hair first, his hair was a brownish colour and his blue eyes were intoxicating! I found myself getting lost in his eyes. 

I soon found all the guys staring at me after they had dropped Tristan on the ground, hard by all the noise he was making! I giggled at Tristan who was rolling around on the floor in pain, clutching his head.

“Nothing in there to damage dear!” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “Wuss!” The three guys just stared open mouthed at me. “Wayhey! She has a sense of humour!” one of the guys said, he had a slight Irish accent to his voice. Even with the hint of the Irish his voice was like velvet. It made me shiver with delight. 

“Brook, save me!” Tristan yelled as the boys advanced. “Em, yeah, about that.” I smiled sweetly at him. “No.” “I like this one!” the Irish guy said. “And I like you, Irish guy!” I winked at him. He walked over and engulfed me in a hug; the hug was strange but somehow familiar. “Hi, me names Daithì but everyone calls me Danny.”  Daithì said hugging me again. His dark hair was shortish and spiked, I couldn’t tell if it were black or brown. His baby blue eyes shone bright and warmly. I liked him straight away. “Are you all like Seth and Tristan?” I asked them, beginning to blush under the gaze of the four boys, including my annoying boyfriend who had stopped rolling around in pain just to smirk up at me. “Yup” said the tallest and most muscular of the boys. “I’m Tylor by the way.” He said lazily. Daithì walked over to help Tristan get up which left space beside me on the couch. Tylor walked over and lay down beside me, laying his head in my lap. I smiled and stroked his hair and as odd as this may sound I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed by these boys!  

“You get more T.L.C than me!” Tristan growled getting of the floor with the aid of Daithì. I laughed at Tristan’s hurt face and patted the space to my left, which was empty, which Daithì/Danny fought hard for! 

The last boy was shy and was looking down at the ground while the wrestling match was going on. I patted the seat again and waited for him to sit down. I watched as he approached and forgot about the match but it was brought back to my attention as Tylor started to chuckle softly, his light brown hair falling into his beautiful hazel eyes. “Hi” I said to the shy boy as he sat beside me. “Hi” he replied in a whispered voice. “I’m Brook!” I chirped. All the guys heads shot up and stared at me. “Hey Brook!” they all said in unison even Tristan which made me laugh a little. “I’m Harry!” he told me, smiling shyly! Wow, if this boy was a cookie I would eat him!!! He was so freaking cute that it shouldn’t be humanly possible! He had a little baby face which was framed by his dark brown curly hair and his blue, green coloured eyes! Even being as cute as Harry was he still radiated sex appeal!  

 Daithì and Tristan shot up and glared at me. “Hey, I’m beat. I’m heading to bed.” I told Tristan. “I’ll let you guy’s catch up.”

“Don’t leave me here with these morons!!!” Tristan wailed and clung on to me as if his life depended on it.

I ended up staying with them all night. I heard stories of a 200 year old Tristan and his immatureness.

At around six in the morning Seth came pounding down the stairs in a bad mood. His hair was sticking up at mad angles, even more than usual! His sweat pants leg was wrapped up past his knee and his white T-Shirt was crumpled. His scowl turned into a grin but fell as he saw the disappointed face’s of his brothers. 

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