Little Things

Lizze was always close to her brother, Niall. When they're parents split Niall went with their mom while Lizze when with their Dad. What happened when 14 years later they meet up again. Will Lizzie still be close to her brother or will another band member steal her away.

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1. Chapter 1

Lizzie's POV

I run out of the house tears streaming down my face. Mom and Dad we're fighting again. There was only one place I wanted to go right now. I ran for my treehouse. My brother Niall and I had build it together the year before. I clambered up the tree till I reached the ladder. I huddled in my corner of the treehouse. "Lizzie." I look out the window to see Niall and Conner heading for the treehouse. "I'm not here." I cry ducking away from the window. 

I hear them struggling up the tree. I stifle a laugh, they could never climb as fast as me. I slip out the window and sit on the branch just outside. "Lizzie?" Niall called. "I thought she was up here." Conner muttered. I let out a small giggle. "Found her." Niall cried looking out the window. 

I let out a cry as he pulled me back into the treehouse. I felt Niall's golden hair tickle the back of my neck. "Niall." I cry pushing him away. "Mom and Dad were fighting again." He stops for a second before replying. "It's ok. We will get through it together." He held out his arms. I let out a whimper and fall into them. "Erm." I turn to see Conner watching us. "Should I go?"  "No way Conner." I laugh pulling him into the hug. "Us three will be friends forever." 

"For sure." Conner said while Niall nodded. I settled down on Niall's lap snuggling into my brother's chest. "Your my favorite sister." He whispered. "I'm your only sister." I laughed. "Still." He said wrapping his arms around me. "You'd still be my favorite." I sighed closing my eyes. Niall reached over and grabbed his guitar and started strumming softly. I grabbed my little pink guitar and started playing along with him. Conner sat across from us strumming the air like it was a guitar. 

The three of us sat up there for hours. The two older boys and the little girl strumming guitars acting young happy and free, while over in the house the two parents fought on. They wouldn't last any longer, they knew that now it was time to tell the kids. 

"Niall Lizzie." I look out the window to see Mom and Dad walking across the grass. "This isn't good is it?" Connor asked. Niall nodded. "See you tomorrow." Connor slid down the ladder and set off across the lawn towards his house. We followed close behind. "What is it?" Niall asked facing our parents. Mom let out a sigh. "We have some bad news." I share a glance with Niall. Something was happening, something bad.

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