Twice the Tomlinson

Keegan's not overly fond of her brother. He left. But now he's back, and he has no idea why she hates him so much. Can he get her to forgive him? And what'll happen when she is sent on tour with him? What happens when 5 Seconds of Summer is thrown into the mix?

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4. Injured

"Keegan," Louis yelled. I could hear him just under the hatch in my closet. Great... He found me. "Keegan!" His yelling was annoying. He was all screechy and girly, but I think he was trying to do that. "Keegan! I'm going to keep yelling until you let me up! Keegan! Keegan! Keegan! Kee-"

I opened the hatch to silence him. "What?!"

Louis smiled triumphantly. "Let me up, or I'll keep yelling," he threatened. 

"Ugh. Fine," I said, letting the ladder down. 

I moved back over to my mattress and started strumming "Guns and Horses" by Ellie Goulding on my guitar while Louis came up.

He pulled the ladder up, shut the hatch, and sat down on the mattress beside me. "So whats up?"

"Small talk, really Louis?" I raised my eyebrow, still staring at my guitar.

"It was worth a shot. Whatcha playing?"

I rolled my eyes. This was still small talk. "What do you want?"

"Straight to the point, okay then."

"Louis," I snapped. He was beating around the bush and it was getting on my nerves.

"Why do you hate me so much?"

I stopped playing and gave him an incredulous look. "You honestly don't know?"

"Nope," he said, popping the "p". "So please, enlighten me."

"Figure it out on your on. Go away," I said, pointing at the hatch. 

"Keegan," he began.

"Go," I shouted, cutting him off once again. I was doing that a lot lately...

"Alright, alright." He got up off the mattress and I suddenly missed him beside me. He walked over, opened the hatch, and left. He took my ladder... I could hear him put it against the wall. Idiot... He wasn't thinking. As usual... How was I supposed to get out? Last time I did that, I broke my ankle trying to jump out.

*****

It was a few hours before Louis came back up. "It's time for your gymnastics class," he told me. 

"Finally," I said, standing up. I stood up a bit too quickly and the room started to spin. I didn't show any signs of that and I replaced my guitar in its case. I came down the ladder, shooed my brother out of my room, and got dressed in my leotard and a pair of yoga pants. 

As I walked down the stairs, I noticed all four of Louis's friends staring at me. The tan one with the quiff seemed to not stare as much though. He was my new favorite.

"Louis," I called, "I need the keys!"

"I'm driving," he announced, hopping around on one foot like an idiot, trying to put his shoe on.

"No no no. If you drive, you have to take your stupid friends along too. Just let me drive. It's not far away, I know my way, I'm 18, I have my license, and I'm going to be late." I started tapping my foot impatiently, holding my hand out, waiting for the keys.

He finally gave in. "Fine," he said, slapping the keys into my hands.

"Thank you," I said as I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.

*****

I could hear the doctor outside talking to my brother or the phone. He assured Louis that I was fine, but that he needed to come and pick me up from the local hospital.

Louis arrived shortly. I could hear him frantically asking one of the nurses what room I was in. Louis and his gang bursts through my door as I pulled my shoe onto my good foot.

"Keegan, what happened?" Louis used to be funny and he never had a care in the world. He was a wild child, and now here he was, back in my life, obsessing over every move I made.

I was about to dodge the question when the doctor came in. "You must be Keegan's guardian," he said. Louis nodded. "We'll, Keegan has a compound fracture in her ankle and one of the bones in her foot is shattered. We have her on pain medication. The symptoms range anywhere from weakness to unconsciousness, but the effects should wear off shortly. She is expected make a full recovery. You're free to take her home at any time." He shook Louis's hand with a friendly smile before exiting the room.

*****

"What happened," Louis asked me as he placed me on the couch. I had insisted I could walk, I had my crutches after all, but he was being rather difficult.

"I was on bars. I was doing new moves, and well, lets just say there's a reason those moves are banned. I got it the first couple of times, but trying to fit it into a routine instead of just landing it is extremely difficult."

"Banned?! You were practicing banned moves?! Why?" Louis started shouting. It was almost laughable really.

"Because I wanted to." I shrugged. He wasn't allowed to question my motives. He was gone the past 3 years of my life.

"Because you 'wanted to'? Did you want to get yourself killed?!" He was infuriated, but it only fueled me.

"Yes, Louis! Gymnastics is the one thing I'm good at, and I'll do whatever moves I feel like!" I stood up so I wasn't craning my neck to look at him, then promptly remembered, too late, that I had a broken ankle. I gasped and fell back onto the couch, closing my eyes.

"Keegan," all five of the boys shouted.

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