Brown Eyed Girl

Chapter 11

SAM'S POV (thought I'd switch things up a little bit)

"Hey guys! So nice to meet you!" Claire sounded super excited.

I looked around at all the boys on the screen, when suddenly my eyes locked with bright blue ones.

"Sam? Sam! What do you think?" Claire interrupted my gazing.

"Uh, sure. Wait. Think about what?"

They all laughed at me. The blonde threw his head back, laughing a beautiful laugh, kind of like Christmas bells.

"I asked what you thought of us singing Torn by Natalie Imbruglia for Judges House," Harry said.

"Oh! Yeah! Great idea. Love that song. Great song. Yep yep yep."

"Sam, you're talking really fast. You alright?" Claire asked.

"She's just never seen so many good looking lads at once before, eh?" A boy with bright blue eyes and shaggy brown hair was talking. He looked young, but I was betting that he was the oldest. The boys and Claire erupted in laughter.

"Yeah, especially blondie right there." Bloody hell. Did I just say that out loud?

I looked at the screen and he was blushing so badly. I thought things couldn't get worse than they already were, so I winked at him and gave him a cheeky smile.

"Well maybe ginger over here shouldn't stare! Take a picture, darling. Lasts longer!" he said in a thick Irish accent.

"I just might have to someday, babe." I gave him a sarcastic look. He threw his head back laughing.

"Uh, do you guys need your own chatroom or something?" A boy with black hair and brown eyes was talking now.

"I wouldn't mind!" the blonde said.

"Niall!" all the boys yelled. Claire fell back off the bed laughing.

So his name was Niall? Just the name was enough to make me blush.

"Skype sometime, gingy?" Niall winked at me.

"Of course, blondie."

"Harry, let's Skype tomorrow night!" Claire seemed utterly rapt in Harry. Harry seemed the same with Claire.

"Okay, babe! Bye guys! Talk to you soon!"

"Bye guys!" I said, waving at the screen until it went black.

"You so have the hots for Niall!" Claire said, throwing a pillow at my face.

"And you have the hots for Harry, but you don't see me throwing pillows at your face!" I said, launching the pillow back at her.

"You guys will Skype tomorrow when Harry and I do!" she said, catching the pillow.

"I'm not going to complain about that." I laid down on the bed, picturing him in my head. The way he laughed, his accent, his hair that was obviously not naturally blonde. It was perfect.

And I only knew him for five minutes.

What is my life?

NIALL'S POV

Wow. That was. Just. Wow.

"Hey, Harry? Claire's friend's name is Sam, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh, no reason."

"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me." He winked at me.

"Erm, I, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Uh huh, yeah. Ginger? You totally fancy Sam, don't you?!"

"Is it really that obvious? Oh no, she'll never think of me like that, will she? Harry, help me! You have girls practically falling at your feet! How do you do it?"

"Years of practice, mate."

"Years?! I don't have years, I have hours! We're Skyping tomorrow! What am I going to do?"

"Niall, bud, calm down. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Better?"

"A little. Now, what should I do?"

"From what Claire has told me about Sam, she's hilarious, has quite a few blonde moments, and likes food."

"Oi! She's like a female, ginger version of me!"

"Yeah, I reckon so. You two have to get married!"

My cheeks flushed bright red.

"Oi, Niall! That was a joke! Well, at least now I know you really like her. Claire would kill me if I set her best friend up with someone who didn't feel the same way."

"Don't worry, mate. I really like Sam. I'm so excited for tomorrow, but I'm really nervous."

"Just bring out the good ole Irish charm. You'll have her wrapped around your finger within the first 5 minutes!"

"I hope you're right, Harry. She just seems so perfect, at least for me. I've only just met her, and I can't stop thinking about her."

"Mate, you're so whipped, and you're not even together yet. But you will be, in due time. I call it, right now!"

"If you say so. I hope you didn't get my hopes up for nothing."

If Harry's wrong, I'm going to kill that boy.