IRIS

Chapter Fourteen

(A/N: please please please, read the a/n at the end of this chapter)
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   IRIS'  POV

     "That Fernando dude is just.... Well he's something" Niall stated as the rest of the boys laughed along with him. They were laughing about how a guy they'd met from the past was hardcore drunk at a party they attended. Apparently he ran around naked and tried to hit on all of them after they made it really clear to him that they were all straight.

    They stared at each other and burst into another fit of laughter, while I was left sitting there looking confused and lost, poor Fernando must've really humiliated himself to make them laugh like this. I jumped down the counter and made my way over to the fridge, and took a bottle of water. Then I made my way back to the kitchen counter and climbed back on it.

     "So Iris, let's talk about you" Louis suddenly diverted the attention towards me when he noticed I wasn't really laughing along with them.

    "What do you wanna know?" I asked and took a sip from the bottle water.
   
    "Just the basic stuff, yunno like where you're from, how old you are, what you used to do before the incident" Harry answered for him while skillfully avoiding the fact that they kidnapped me.

    "Well I'm a quarter cast Mexican" I said and laughed a bit at their puzzled looks. "My mum's parents are or were an interracial couple, her dad is or was black and her mum is or was the opposite, which makes my mum an half cast. So she met this guy whose parents were very of similar to hers and fell in love with him, just to be clear it's my dad James Rodriguez. His parents are or were full Mexicans and that makes him Mexican which technically makes me Mexican too. I know, I know, it's all too confusing." I finished and took another sip of water.

    "Well that's a lot of history" Louis said out loud.

     "Wait wait wait, you kept saying are or were, what do you mean by that?" Harry asked.

     "I've never ever seen any of my grandparents. I don't know what they look like, how they talk or how they walk. So I'm not really sure if they're alive or not" I explained.

     "Wow, that means you never got to experience the pinching of cheeks, or cheesy cardigans, or  the terrible Christmas gifts, or the amazing pocket money" Louis said while pouting like a child. I smiled a bit and nodded.

    "How old are you?" Niall intercepted.

     "Just so you know, some girls find it rude to be asked that question but it's cool. I'm 19" I replied.

     "That's nice" Liam said.

     "Did you have a job? If yes, what was it?" Harry questioned again. I jumped down from the counter top and sat on one of the kitchen stools so I was facing all the boys.

    "Yes, I have a job, my dream job actually. I was a-" I paused "-correction am a model, not like TV commercials or anything like that but a runway model. I wear dresses and accessories made by genius designers and strut the runway for everyone to see, I don't like wearing heels though, real pain in the behind" I explained to them like they didn't know what a runway model is, I was starting to remember my first gig. Best day of my life I thought to myself and smiled at the memory.

     "That sounds so perfect for you, you have a pretty face, a very hot bod and you're tall" Niall said and the rest of the guys responded with 'yeahs' and 'uh uhs' but Zayn just smirked at me.