Running After You

"Niall dear! I haven't seen you in ages!" Anne opened the door excitedly. "Welcome, come in, come in!" I thanked her, pulling in Rosa as well. Anne called up the stairs. "Harry, Gemma, Niall's here!"

"Get outta the way, Harry," I heard Gemma say. I heard a groan and a bang. "Sorry, little bro!"

I laughed. Gemma was twenty four years old, but still acted as if she were two. Same with Harry, actually.
"Hey, Niall," Harry said and brought me in for a hug.

"Eh, Niall, is this the famous Naomi I've heard about?" Anne asked. "Hello, dear."

"No," I said. "This is Rosa. I ran out of gas back in Ireland and she helped a hitchhiker out." I cracked a smile, but I could tell Rosa was uncomfortable.

"Hi," she muttered.

"Well, I'm Harry," he said in such a flirty tone I couldn't believe it. I felt my cheeks go hot and I looked at Gemma, who could tell. Harry was chatting Rosa up, and Gemma was smirking at me, knowing exactly what was going inside my head.

"Harold," Gemma scolded. "Do not flirt with the guests! My goodness, have you no manners at all?" I mouthed Gemma a 'THANK YOU' and she winked, going over to Rosa and introducing herself.

"Niall, I assume you have dirty laundry for me to wash. You always do, honey, so fork it over." I laughed, nodding and telling her in a minute.
"Ross, would you like for me to wash your clothes also?"

"I wouldn't want to be a burden," she says.
"None sense!" Gemma claimed. "Here, I'll give you some clothes and Mother can wash those for you, also."

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