5. Stupid Rental Car
"Bye!" Nessa waved to me. "See you again soon!" I waved back and smiled. When I got to my rental car, the damn thing wouldn't start up.
"Ugh!" I groaned. "Stupid rental car!" I kicked the tire. "Ow!" I grabbed my foot and sat on the curb, putting my head in my hands. I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"You alright, love?" A British voice asked. I looked up.
"Oh, my car. It won't start up."
"Need a lift?" He asked.
"Thanks so much." I said, and he helped me up and took me to his car: a black Audi. Nice.
"What's your name, love?" He asked.
"Clover Connors. I just moved here from Ireland earlier today, so I don't really know my way around." I explained. He nodded. "What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Harry. Won't you stay for a bit?" He asked once we got to his house. His very big house.
"Um, sure. Do you live alone?"
"No, I live with my four bandmates." I nodded. He opened the door and let me in. I was startled by a scream from another room.
"Hazza's back!!" The sound of eight feet thumping on the floor could be heard. Four boys rushed into the doorway, one of which I recognized.