From the Caribbean to the British Isles

Isabela lived in a town of sandy, blue watered beaches. After graduating High School, she's accepted to Cambridge University under the ideas of becoming a world known journalist. Upon arriving to the U.K. she realizes she knows nothing about the country she is in now. But in an unsightly miracle she get help from a mysterious figure. Let's see what Isabela from Isabela will find in her adventures in the U.K.

*somethings might be written in Spanish concerning my roots.*


15. Louis falls for...

  The door knob turned, and the door flew open.  I honestly expected Nana to open the door. No such luck. Instead it was Tarah, my Nana's goddaughter. Tarah is way pretty. She has tanned skin, long wavy blond hair, big blue eyes, she is tall and slim, and skinny, model skinny. I was a disgrace in modeling next to her.

  She was like around 5'9, she was graceful and pretty. I was short. Period. Nothing else. "Isabella, Oh my Gosh! I'm soooo happy to see you!" I was shocked. Tarah and I had never gotten along, she was a year older than me. (sorry to Louis is mine, I had to alter her a bit. I have loads of ideas for you in the story.) "Hi Tarah, umm, no offense, but I thought you'd be in Australia this time a year." I was not trying to be snotty, it was just true.

  Forgot to mention, she's Australian/New Zealand. Her parents moved to Ireland a few years back. Her smile dimmed. " Umm, little change of plans. Aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" She said, a bit hurt. " Oh, yeah, sorry. Guys this is Tarah, Tarah these are Niall, Louis, Liam, Lexi, Jessie, Zayn, Bianca, Harry, oh and you probably remember Alex." I said. Louis flashed a huge smile. He might be starstruck.

  Tarah led us in. One word, Wow! Nana had out done herself. Imagine the prettiest house ever, see it with everything you would love in a house. This house had it. And it looked way better. I hadn't noticed Tarah's dress. She had a hot pink dress, puffy at the bottom, and heart shapped at the bra area. Her shoes were fau leopard print pumps. I admit, she looked way nicer than me. Louis was about to start drooling.

"Yo, Tommo! Earth to Tommo!" Alex said/shouted. Louis snapped out of it. "Umm, where's Nana?" I asked, eager to know where she was. " She's at the terrace." I didn't wait for the rest. I walked through the house. I knew every single step I took. I heard my Nana laughing. I leaped faster.

  There she was, her back to me. But I was still happy. Her hair was still wavy shoulder lenght, with waves at the ends, it was a soft chesnut. She never let it go gray, she refused to look old. She had an ivory dress, with navy blue pumps, yeah my Nana still could strut her stuff. Hey give the poor widow a chance! "Nana?" I said. My voice faltered. She turned around. Still the same green eyes, the laugh lines, she was still olive skinned. She was still her. That made me smile.

"Look at my little Niamh. You're so big. You look so pretty. And thin. But so pretty. Come here and give your Nana a hug!" She still had her silky voice. And that thick Irish accent that I love. "Nana, I want you to meet..." I trailed off. Nana laughed. I looked at her. Why was she laughing?

"So, you want me to meet Niall Horan? Brida pretty much spilled on you yesterday. And Gwen couldn't stop babbling about how alex is so hot. Her exact words. Not mine." Yeah, she was all about the gossip. I was relieved. I mean, I didn't have to go through an awkward stage. The others entered the terrace. Louis and Tarah were laughing at the back. Does 2 bonded fast.

______________________After awkward moment_________________________

  Nana adored Niall. And I think Niall liked her too.

I'll be honest, I'm happy. There's still things Nana doesn't know, like me no longer being a virgin. But she was glad with me being happy. And that was pretty good for me.

  If I was happy Niall said he was happy. That was good enough for me.

And might I point out, Louis asked Tarah on a date.



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