The Irish One

"...God I hate rain. Like I don't think you fully understand." Niall complained. We were on our way back from the small little market several blocks down from the complex that I lived at. I normally ride my board down and back and it would take me just under five minutes to do it, but I though that it'd be rude to ride while he had to walk. I mean, I have a long board as well, and if I would have brought Zayn with me, at least both of us could have just rode over there, but alas, the derpy little Irish one offered to come. "Like, how do you walk in this?"
"I don't." I blurted. Shit, I thought.
"Oh," he says. Not picking up on my unintended sarcasm. I think what made this worse was that I'm normally the biggest asshole you're going to ever meet, but in this moment it was COMPLETELY unintended.
"I'm kidding," I say. I shrug my shoulders, in which have started to twitch and become restless- a nervous habit that I've got. And there was no particular reason for me to be nervous or anything, I just seemed to have one of those tics again. Which always seemed to happen at the oddest times. Again, odd.
We climbed up the stairs and entered to closed building. Warmth immediately hits my face and I couldn't help but sigh. We got up to the apartment and stumbled through the door. As Much as I liked the rain, it was nice to feel dry. The other four men were sitting around my kitchen table, discussing something and upon hearing us enter, went silent. I put the paper bags down on the counter and began shuffling about.
"We're sorry, A.J." Louis spoke up. "About the roads."
"Why are you apologising?" I ask. They all just kind of looked at each other.
"Its all good." I say. My back was to them. "Hey Lou, why don't you get Fifa started up for me, yeah?"
. . .
"Niall, that same car has been following us for the past hour." Liam murmers behind me. I look up to the mirror and bit my lip. He was right. They really have been.
I had to think. Shortly after visiting Ireland, the boys decided that it would be fun to do a road trip back to London. That way we could get some inspiration for our music first before the whole writing process-- to show that we could do more than just sing. That was over an hour ago that we had gotten off the fairy and got a rental car.
We really wanted to be left alone so we could actually do that. But it seemed as though we weren't going to get away that easily. The paps were on our tails now. Think. . .
There was an exit coming up quickly. I went for it.
I swerve the car to the right lane and went down the off-ramp. Apparently the car behind up didn't expect that coming- and neither did any of the lads..
"What the actual fuck was that Niall?!?!" Shouts Zayn- something that would be rarely expected of Zayn, the shouting and the swearing.
I shrugged my shoulders as I sped up a bit more. I wanted to put as much distance as I possibly could between that black van and us. So the guys' comfort was not much of a priority at the moment.
We continued down this old road that lead into this little town, but I didn't really care. I took a right and a left and then. . .
We were lost. I found myself driving along this archaic little farm road that seemed to stretch for ages.
Now what do we do?
Then we saw someone walking along the road..
It was interesting actually, how it all came together. And now that I am sitting here, watching as A.J. kicks Louis' arse at fifa, I had found myself infatuated by the idea of her. I'm not saying that I had liked her in anyway, because I probably didn't. It was just an infatuation. She was attractive. But when we first laid eyes on her, we didn't even realize that she was a her. She was wearing these skinny-jeans that sagged a bit, showing her plaid boxers, and a shirt that said 'Falling In Reverse'- whatever that meant- and a red zip-up jumper, hair about as short as mine that clung to her face. We thought- to be honest, we didn't really know what to think. She looked so masculine. And, judging by all the photographs on the wall, I could see why. A.J. seemed to be surrounded by guys- that and she was a skater. There were tons of pictures of her at the ramps.
She had an interesting personality. Unique most definitely. Her voice was low for a girl, but it was pleasant to listen to. She also had these freckles that were delicately dusted over her cheeks and nose- but there was nothing delicate about her. She could probably snap my arm if she really wanted to. Another thing that got me was her height. She was as tall as me. She could look me directly in the eye. There was no having to reach or anything...
I needed to stop. I found myself staring at her. Like, staring..
And Liam had noticed me doing so and sent me a text.
LIAM: Crushing mate?
ME: Fuck off
LIAM: Careful, remember last time.
I didn't respond after that. what an arse. I didn't need him to parent me.
A.J. was just so oblivious. Like how did she not know who we were? You'd think that at hearing Harry's name it'd click for her. But no...
She did not know us. Which meant...
We were safe.
And I leaned back against the couch and let out a sigh.
No paps, no worry. No heartbreak.
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