Irish Summer

Chapter 2:

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't been updating. I have been at school and when I get home I literally put on pajamas and lay in bed. Ugh. But you may thank Marissa for telling me to update in bed. Ehhhhh. So here ya go(;

The mean stewardess came to where we were seated. "You can go after the next row." Looking at her you'd think she would be really sweet. Her hair was almost the color of chocolate and her eyes were a crystal blue. Honestly, I'd think that half the guys on this plane would go after her, had she not acted like a complete bitch towards them..

The row in front of us got up and grabbed all of their carry-ons. Eleanor patted my hand as she stood up with her husband, they grabbed there stuff and headed down the aisle.

I took a deep breath and stood up. The only people left on the plane were me and the flight attendants, who seemed to be whispering about me. Grabbing my bag I made my way down the aisle and out of the plane. I had made it to Ireland!

There were signs all around me, saying 'this way to the restrooms' or 'exits to your right'. But the one sign I needed was to baggage claim. People seemed to be buzzing by me, some giving me dirty looks, others mumbling to themselves. A few times I heard, "get out of my bloody way!" Like holy shit... Rude!

Tired of standing there alone, I traveled towards the direction of the exits. Towards the door, as I had hoped, there was a security man. "Sir?" He turned towards me and raised his eyebrows. "Can you please direct me towards the baggage claim?"

He looked at me like I was crazy. Then he extended his arm. And pointed. You guessed it... Right behind me. Wow. Blonde moment. "Er. Uhm. Thanks." I turned on the ball of my feet and headed back towards the baggage claim, my cheeks, inflamed.

I guess it should have been very obvious to me. I mean there was a crowd, of about 30 people gathered around it. Basically, it was going to be awhile before I got my stuff. Meanwhile, I dug out my phone and texted my mother telling her I had landed and tweeted a picture of the hell I was about to over come..

Me: Aye Sexay Laday(;

Krista: aye there! How's the land of leprechauns? (:

Me: very ginger-ish. Lol.

Krista: wow. Any cuties?

Me: I'm in a fucking airport?!

Krista: so! Member that cop that arrested Jerry for being drunk? He was pretty hot!

Me: nope. He's not cute either:/

Krista: darn!

The crowd had finally dispersed, I had a clear path to the claim. My bag was alone on the moving thingie. As my arm reached out to grab for it I bumped heads with a person who had just appeared, who was also, reaching for my bag.

"Woah!" I said falling down. I clutched my head and looked up at the jerk who had just hurt me. He was blonde and very tall. He clutched his head as I did to mine. "Hard headed much?" I snapped, picking myself up off the ground.

"You were the one going after my bag!" He accused.

"Excuse me?" His bag? Awe hell no. I had saved up so much money to buy this new luggage set. It was Louis Vitton, and it was my favorite thing.

"Yeah," he said, as if I was trying to get away with his stuff. "Why can't you guys ever leave me alone?" He mumbled.

"First of all, I don't even know who you are and second... This is my luggage!"

"No, it's not!" He snapped back at me. I reached for it and pulled the zipper pulling out my push up bra that I knew was on top.

"Unless you have a fetish for bras from Victoria Secret," all the color instantly drained from his face. The more I looked at him, the more I realized how undeniably sexy he was. I fumbled to put the bra back in my bag as my cheeks inflamed. He noticed my blushing and started to laugh.

"Well since you showed me your bra..." He said reaching towards, what I now saw, was a bag identical to mine. He stuffed his hand in it, and pulled out a pair of clover boxers. "We're even now."

I looked around and saw that an older couple was looking at us, kind of disgusted like. Blondie noticed too. "Wanna trade?" He said winking at me. My jaw dropped to the floor like in one of those Scooby-Doo movies. He grabbed the bra out of my hand and put his boxers there to replace them. Then he walked away.

He got about 12 feet away before he turned around and yelled. "Oh yeah, I'm Niall, by the way." Still shocked at what had just happened I just yelled back. "Samantha."

His smile reached mine. "Nice to meet you, Samantha. Welcome to Ireland!"

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