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The Wandering On Wheels tiny house (more photos here)

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The Bohème from Baluchon 

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Tiny house for sale in Zionsville, Indiana (200 sq ft)

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Chapter 1- Lost

I’d never been so fucking pissed in my life.  Stuck in the middle of the Irish countryside, pouring rain, and no sign of human life.  “This sucks!” I muttered to myself.  

I had been on a sightseeing tour with some girls I’d met in England a couple of days ago.  They’d convinced me to take this tour around Ireland and I’d agreed. I mean you only live once right?  So feeling the YOLO spirit we’d departed England for Ireland and I have to admit I was pretty excited.  Oh how things change quickly.  After a late night in the pub my friends were nowhere to be seen this morning for the tour, so I hoped on the bus by myself.  I wasn’t going to miss out on this opportunity because of them.

Man was Ireland ever beautiful.  I could see myself living here someday.  All the greenery.  Amazing.  I could do without the rain though and it was a little chilly. It sure was peaceful though.  The bus had stopped for photo ops and I’d gotten off the bus.  I must have wondered too far from the bus because next thing I knew it was headed down the road without me.  I ran after it but it was useless.  So here I am stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a foreign country....and no cell service.  Just great!

I started walking down the dirt road in the direction of the bus hoping that I would reach civilization soon.  It was starting to get cold, and dark.  I was going to murder those girls when I got back to town.  I can’t believe they’d ditched me because they were a little hung over.  To be fair, I can’t actually remember what time they’d made it home.  

I’d been walking about 2 hours (well it felt like 2 hours but was probably less) when a car pulled up beside me.  It startled me because I’d had my headphones in.  I turned to look at the car, as it slowed down.  The window rolled down and I peered inside.  There was one occupant.  A cute guy, early 20s maybe.  Blond hair and blue eyes.  Oh dear, he was very attractive.  He seemed familiar too but I couldn’t quite place him.

“Hey,” he said.  “You look like you could use a lift.”

Now I don’t normally support taking rides from strangers.  Especially in a foreign county but let’s be honest, I was freezing cold, and it was starting to get dark.

“Ugh, are you sure?  I don’t wan to be any trouble.”

“No trouble at all! I’m heading into town myself and I saw you walking on the road,” he replied. His Irish accent was strong. “It’s not a safe place for a lass like you to be out by yourself.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “That’s very nice of you.”

I got into the car and fastened my seatbelt.  The stranger turned up the heat in the car and I was grateful as the warm air blasted on my feet.  We started on our journey back into town.  I was silent for the first couple minutes, not sure what I should say or do.  I was secretly praying that this guy wasn’t a psychopath.  I’ve watched too many Criminal Minds episodes.  Finally, the stranger broke the silence.

“The name’s Niall!, What’s yours?”

Niall?  What did that name sound so familiar?

“Hi Niall, I’m Becky.”

Then it hit me....Niall....as in Niall Horan?  No way!  There is no way Niall Horan would be driving a car on the Irish countryside.  He lives in LA or something doesn’t he?   I was sitting in the car with One Direction superstar Niall Horan.  Oh man this day was looking up!