Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.

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16. Kat

"So," Kat mumbled as she stirred her tea, "Your boyfriend seems nice."

"Yes, I know. He really is something else." I chuckled, sipping on my own drink.

Louis had taken my parents out for a day of shopping. It had to be awkward for him. He knew that my parents hadn't left my side since the second they stepped off the plane. And he also knew that I wanted a little to spend with just my sister.

"I mean honestly, Sis, I never really saw you to be that kind of a girl. You've always gotten along like oil and water with people like Louis! But I must admit, he does look good on you!" Right. I forgot. She though Louis was my boyfriend. She didn't know a thing about me and Niall. And I bet it didn't help matters that Louis was the one that orchestrated this whole family reunion thing to begin with!

"I bet he's good in bed, isn't he?" she asked, causing me to very nearly projectile launch my tea across the room.

"I - uh - I wouldn't - I wouldn't know." I stammered, going completely red, "And I don't have any immediate plans to change that!"

"Oh God. You're not a bible thumper now, are you?" Kat asked.

Of course I wasn't. I was what you would call a "Closet Christian", "No, Kat. I'm not. I just believe in waiting until the right time."

Well, that wasn't entirely a lie. I did believe in waiting until the right time. And the right time with Louis was most likely...never.

"Well, I suggest you get on it, before he gets bored. If you remember anything I've ever said, remember this. Men need sex and if he can't get it from you, then he'll find another girl." her tone told me that she spoke from experience. It kind of upset me that my baby sister had this much...experience. Then I remembered, she's sixteen. She's not my baby sister anymore.

We fell silent, listening to the background noise and radio playing in the peripheral.

"You know," she began again, as if what she had said before was just idle chat to her, "I haven't performed in years. Not since you left."

That almost made me want to cry. I remembered going to Kat's band competitions when she did matching band. I would sit out in the heat with Cameron and Ma all day (Dad would be working) just to cheer like madmen for Kat for all of seven minutes.

I remembered when we tried to start our own band. We both sang and Cameron played guitar. We were a group. We played gigs at birthday parties and coffee shops all the way up until I finally left town.

"Why would you stop?" I gasped, "You were first chair clarinet!"

"I don't know. I just couldn't keep doing gigs without my siblings. It didn't feel right." she shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"Well that's a damn shame," I mumbled, "You had talent, you know that?"

"You did too," she reminded me, "And you had talent scouts coming up to you, beginning you to come to their schools! But you gave it all up to follow some crack pot dream."

That made me fall silent. She was right. I'd wanted to be on Broadway before I wanted to be a designer. I'd been the lead in every school musical and I even started auditioning for dinner theater.

I dropped that idea like a hot potato when we moved to New York though. After that it was all fashion.

Then it hit me. An ingenious idea, really, "I'll be right back." I mumbled, running up to the front counter, "Hey, can I use the phone?" I asked, scooting behind the counter as the employee handed me the house phone.

The phone only rang once before someone picked up, "Hello?"

"Hey, Lou," I whispered, trying to keep my voice low, "It's Shelbie."

"I know who you are, Babe. What's going on?"

"How are my parents doing?"

"They're good old tourists." he chuckled.

"That bad, huh?" I giggled.

"They aren't bad at all? I'm actually rather enjoying the company. How's your sister faring?"

"She's having the time of her life. We just walked down to the shoppe to get some tea. Anyway, that's not why I called. I was wondering if maybe you could do one TINY favor for me."
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