I hope you guys liked that first chapter! I know my sister did! I did, too! Yeah, and Louis is mine. No fighting or trivia challenges because I will win.

ON WITH THE STORY!

"Hi, Louis." I said, obviously ticked. I did not want to see him again.

"Hey, Louis, who's your friend here?" the blonde headed one asked.

"Shut your face, blondie!" I said, pointing at him.

"Look who's talking!" he shot back.

"Niall. Shut up." A curly haired boy said. I glanced over at the 5 boys in the taxi. Seeing them together made something pop in my head like an old memory.

"You guys are One Direction . . ." I said, my voice trailing off. The boys seemed to brace themselves for something. I looked at them like they were mental.

"What?" I asked.

"Aren't you going to scream?" Zayn asked.

"No . . . I mean, I love you guys, but you guys are normal people, too." I said. The boys relaxed.

"Thank god! Because whenever we're seen we get massive screaming." Liam said. I noticed I was still sitting on Louis' lap. I quickly got off, sitting between him and Zayn.

"What's your name?" Harry asked.

"Dani," I replied.

"Dani . . . nice to meet you, Dani. I'm Harry." Harry said.

"Niall."

"Liam."

"Zayn."

I already knew Louis.

"I know who you guys are; you don't need to introduce yourselves." I laughed.

"You've got a keen accent there, Dani." Liam noticed. "Where are you from?"

"If you were in my country, you'd get the same question." I said. "But I'm from Canada."

"Where are you heading?" Niall asked.

"Uh . . ." I said, pulling a piece of paper from my pocket. "1213 Willow Drive, London."

"We'll get you there in no time." Louis said, smiling at me.

Geezus!

I knew he was trying to be nice but I knew what he was like. He's a musician. I don't date musicians, police officers, or army men.

Musicians are too self-centered.

Police officers and army men may never come home.

But why is he making me like him?

"Here you go, Dani." Louis said.

"Thanks," I mumbled. I slipped Harry and Niall my number (as a friend) and got out of the van taxi thing.

"Bye, Dani!" Niall called.

In the 10 minutes Niall and I knew each other we've found a lot of things in common. We have the exact things in common. Both Niall and I swear we were twins separated at birth.

"Bye, Niall!" I said.

"Bye, Dani!" Louis echoed.

"Goodbye, Louis." I said. He frowned. I smiled.

"I'm just messing with you, Louis! See you later!" I said happily. Yeah, okay, I warmed up to Louis so much in ten minutes! My host family ran out to greet me. There were the mother and father, a teenage daughter, and a 10-year-old boy.

"Hello, Dani, I'm Rachel!" the mother greeted warmly. She then spotted the boys in the taxi.

Rachel whispered in my ear, "Is that One Direction?"

I nodded slowly. Rachel went back to her husband. The husband covered his daughter's eyes.

"Clarisse has a huge obsession with them. She sees them on ITV2 and she cries." Rachel explained to me.

"Oh, then quickly, help me get my stuff out of the trunk!" I said. We ran to the open trunk and took out my 10 suitcases.

"BOYS, QUICKLY, GO!" I yelled.

"What?" Louis yelled back.

"DRIVE, DAMN IT!" I yelled. Louis slid the door shut and yelled at the driver to floor it. He did and they sped away.

"Bloody hell, Dad!" Clarisse yelled, removing her dad's hand from her eyes. "What was that about? What boys?"

"Oh, nothing." I said. I looked at Rachel. She winked at me and I smiled.

I like this family already!