I arrived in Ireland without Rita. She sort of separated from me, her family pulling her in the opposite direction.
Going outside, I looked around at all the taxis waiting for people who reserved them. Which one said Alexandra Malik? I knew my mom reserved one. I looked, and finally spotted a faded yellow taxi with the words "Reserved for Alexandra Malik, Will Not Drive Anyone Else".
I smiled, knowing my mom had probably set that up as a joke. I came up to the taxi, ready with my suitcases. The taxi man came out of his car.
"Are you Alexandra Malik, who is already prepayed?"
I nodded, and he carried my stuff to the trunk. I looked at the money I started out with in Ireland. All strange and new to me. Euros, the lady had said.
I got in the car, and he got in too. He started driving. In silence, I drummed my fingers on my legs impatiently.
"We are here, love. Would you like me to help you get your stuff out of the trunk?" he asked.
So polite! I bet in America, the man would've said "Get your stuff, and get out of my stinkin' taxi!"
"Yes, thank you."
He smiled, and came out of the car with me, and got out my stuff.
"Do you need help carrying this to the door?"
"No, that's okay. I'm sure I can manage," I lied, somewhat politely.
He looked unsure, but he let me carry my stuff to the door. I sort of waved with a hand, and rung the doorbell.
I was immediately greeted by a cheerful woman.
"Hi, you must be Zayn's cousin. You don't look much like him, but your name is Alexandra Malik, right?" she asked in a rush.
"Yes, correct," I said, more calmly.
Zayn came up behind her.
"Oh, hey Alex!" he suddenly grinned when he saw me.
I smiled, I had only met him once before. At a family reunion, he was the one standing off to the side like he was uncomfortable with humans.
"Hi, er, Zayn."
Suddenly this REALLY hot guy came out from behind him.
"Nice to meet you, you must be Alexandra. I'm Niall, the owner of this house.... er, you know... son of the owner."
I smiled, this time not just to be polite. He was blonde, he had blue eyes, and he seemed to be the irish one. His accent was sort of different from Zayn's.
"Hi, I AM Alexandra."
He smiled back and then started to laugh.
"He laughs at nothing sometimes," Zayn explained.
I laughed with him, knowing he'd soon stop laughing, and I'd be sad- it was so cute when he laughed.
He grinned, suddenly stopping his fit of giggles. I pressed myself to do the same, and stopped a bit after him.
"Ello," said some boy, stepping out from behind the door.
"Hi, I'm Alex."
He smiled a bit, then started to talk.
"Ya, I'm Louis. May-"
I looked at him, searchingly. May he what? I just shrugged to myself.
"And I'm Liam," a boy said from up the stairway.
I looked up and saw yet another boy. He looked up from his iphone and smiled at me.
"Yes, he's Liam. And I'm Mr. Carrot," the boy named Louis said.
I laughed, and heard yet another person's footsteps.
"How many of you are there?" I asked, overwhelmed.
Niall chuckled, "Five plus my mom. Where's Harry?"
His question was answered quickly, as the fifth boy came down the hall.
"Oh, who's this?" he looked up, clearly staring at me.
"She's my cousin, Alex," Zayn said, making sure he didn't stare at me too much by moving in front of him.
He gaped at me from behind him. Like I was beautifully perfect. I blushed.
"Hi, I'm Harry," he nodded at me as he stared.
He smiled, a grin that would make girls faint. All it did was make me smile. I liked his best friend, NOT him. Niall was mine, not Harry.
"You must be Alex," he said stupidly.
"Yes, er, Zayn just said that."
Harry blushed bright red. Like BRIGHT red. I laughed quietly.
"So, where's my room?" I asked, breaking my little giggles.
"Er, this way, ma'am," Niall said.
He led me upstairs to this big guest bedroom.
"You'll be sharing with Liam."
I noticed another bunk bed.
"The other bunk is Zayn and Harry, and Louis is on the matress on the floor."
I nodded. I'd be sharing a room with four goons. Save me, I thought.
"I am in the room over here," he motioned to a door across the hall. "If you need me. Also, you get the top bunk- Liam called bottom."
He shrugged in a sorry, and slid back downstairs. I quickly followed, and saw the four other boys staring up at me.
"Hello, ma'am," Harry said, finally not red.
"Ello, mista'" I replied.
He laughed, "So...."
I smiled.
This would be better then I thought.
