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?


11. Joining the Tour

I threw clothes into a suitcase, not really paying much attention to what I grabbed. I was a very selective clothing owner, so I knew whatever I threw into my luggage would be acceptable for some reason or another. Once I had a small suitcase packed, I grabbed my carry-on suitcase and began loading it with the essentials: makeup and hair supplies, accessories, and of course, books. Those were a must. I also packed my three photo albums, the only pieces of home that would fit on a plane. 

After my two cases were packed, I started throwing the everyday supplies into my purse: phone, charger, cord, hair ties, a book for the plane, gum, water bottle, something to snack on, etc. 

Truth be told, I'd never flown before, let alone set foot in an airport. I was a little frightened. My nerves only increased when my mother told me it was time to go. I took one last look at my room before turning off the lights and closing my bedroom door. I only hoped I'd be allowed to come home soon. 

Mom took one of the backs from my hands and placed it in the trunk of the car as I placed mine in next to it. We then climbed into the front seats and headed off for the London airport. The drive wasn't extensive, but it was long enough for me to notice the somber mood that settled over the car with each passing kilometer. 

By the time we reached the airport, mom had tears rolling down her face. I tried not to focus on those. Instead, I kept telling myself that she was kicking me out. This was her own doing. She was sending me off; I didn't chose to leave.

We walked into the airport together, a suitcase trailing behind both of us. It took a few minutes to locate the big man in the black suit, looking all official. Ok, it took seconds. He really stood out in a crowd. No wonder the boys were always getting noticed in public. Those damn security guards were like beacons! Over here! Someone important over here! I mean really...

Mom and I walked over to the man and she instantly pulled me in for a hug. I only returned it because I knew I wouldn't be seeing her for a while. As much as I hoped, I knew I'd be gone for a while. The tour was only just kicking off and I knew I'd be stuck with them for the entire trip. So I hugged her back. Tightly. And willed the moisture in my eyes not to fall. 

When we pulled apart, I wiped a few tears off her cheeks, kissed her forehead, and turned away without a second glance back. The security guard nodded once at me, letting me know that he understood I suppose, then grabbed my largest suitcase and lead the way through the airport and on to our flight. 

I didn't say a word the majority of the flight. Neither did he. Watching him out of the corner of my eye, I could see he was a little uncomfortable. But why? He kept opening his mouth and looking at me like he wanted to say something. Eventually, I just said, "Get on with it."

He shifted in his first class seat and faced me. "I'm really sorry you're being forced into this. I know you don't want to be here."

"Oh yeah? What was your first clue?" I knew I was being snippy but this man was forcing me to leave my home, leave my mom, and live with my brother for the foreseeable future. 

He didn't shrink from my attitude though, and I wondered how much lip he got from the five boys. Family friends always told us that Louis and I had very similar temperaments. Had this man seen the same from my brother? Instead, he smiled warmly and shook his head. "Louis told me you would take a while to adjust."

"Adjust? Is that what he told you?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's what he told me. What he didn't tell me was your name. I'm Paul. And you are...?"

"Keegan." I extended a hand, deciding that he wasn't as bad as the others. 

"It's nice to meet you, Keegan. Is there anything I can do to get you to become more comfortable quicker?" He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me.

"Just tell me what the hell is going on. I have no idea. Am I on the bus with the guys? On the bus with the crew? Am I driving? What?"

He laughed slightly at my near hysteria before responding, "You'll be on the bus with the other boys, per Louis's request. And your mother's. The other boys are completely ok with it, so you don't need to worry about upsetting anyone." He smiled, thinking this might excite me. It did the opposite. 

I groaned. "Is there no other way?"

"Sorry..." He shrugged one shoulder in apology. 

"Damn..." I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. Just breathe. It'll all work out. He can't leave this time. Just breathe. Somewhere amidst the frustration, fear, and sadness, my brain overloaded and I fell asleep. 




"Keegan. We're here." I woke up to a large hand gently shaking my shoulder. Opening my eyes, I saw Paul standing above me. I took a deep breath and rubbed my eyes, stretching. How long was I out...?

Upon further inspection, I realized that Paul had already grabbed my carry on and was simply waiting for me to get up. I rose and followed him off the plane, grateful to be on solid land again. 

After we had retrieved my other suitcase, we hopped into a black Sudan. Very original... He then gave me the low down. "The boys are already about a month into their tour. You'll be joining them on the road. We're usually not in a country for more than a few days, but while we're there, we get a hotel room for each of the boys. Louis usually sleeps on the bus. You're welcome to sleep on the bus as well, or we can get you your own hotel room with the other guys." He looked to me for confirmation. I nodded. "Hotel room?" I nodded again. He tapped the shoulder of the man in the front seat, who responded that he understood. "That's Johnathan. He's part of the boys' management. He'll make sure you're taken care of when I'm buys or not around." I nodded. 

Paul looked out the window, then turned back to me as the car came to a stop in the parking lot of a hotel. "We're here." He opened my door and helped me out of the car. Then he and the two others (who had remembered my luggage) formed a ring around me as we pushed through a crowd of screaming girls. It was so foreign to me. 

When we finally made it into the hotel, there were more screaming girls! Were they endless? Luckily, they were confined to the lobby and once we made it to the elevator, we were safe. I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the handrail, waiting to arrive at our floor. 

"We'll only be here a few more hours, then we'll be back on the bus and on the road." I nodded and followed them into a hotel room. Gathered on the bed were Louis, Liam, and another guy I had yet to meet. "Keegan!" Louis shouted. He then jumped off the bed and ran up to me, throwing an arm around my shoulders. I shrugged it off and stepped away from him, glaring slightly. Louis rolled his eyes and sat back on the bed. He and Liam then went back to looking at notes and chatting about what I realized were song lyrics. I pulled out my cell and slid down the wall, tuning them out. 

I opened my texts and selected Jules's name, then typed out a whole long message before I realized that she wouldn't get it. I just sat staring at the phone, wishing she were here. Not just alive, but here. But I'd settle for alive too. Anything but death. But that was reality. 

After a while I realized the room was silent. I looked up to see Louis and Liam looking at me with saddened expressions. I hardened mine. "What?" It was more of a harsh statement. They didn't respond, just shared a look and went back to talking about lyrics. 

A few minutes later, another member of management walked in and told the boys it was time to go. They stood, thanked the man they had been writing with, and walked out. I closed the door behind me and followed the group of boys, hanging back slightly. Once we were off the elevator, though, I got pushed closer to them as the security team encircled the six of us. Our group moved as one to the bus parked at the end of the lot, through the masses screaming girls. It was like they had doubled in those few hours! I placed my hands over my ears, trying to block the noise out. It was so loud! I felt an hand on my back guiding me and looked up to see Niall. He smiled slightly, trying not to laugh at my discomfort. I just pulled away from him as much as I could in the small space and kept walking. 

It wasn't until we were all on the bus and the doors were closed that I removed my hands from my ears. The boys all flopped down on the couches in the bus and I marveled at how huge it was! No wonder they were all comfortable spending days on end in here. Harry and Niall scooted to their sides, creating a space between them, then patted the seat between them, signaling for me to join them. 

I sighed and sat between them, then leaned forward as Harry leaned back and threw his arm over the back of the couch. The boys either chuckled or smiled, but soon resumed chatting about the events of the day. I just tuned them out. 

Gradually, they each retired to their bunks to catch what little sleep they could. I was left with Louis and Harry. Louis was on the couch facing Harry's and mine. "Where am I sleeping," I asked. 

"The bunk above mine," replied my brother. I held back an eye roll. Of course he'd want me near him. There was no escaping him. "The far end of the bus, on the right." I nodded and stood to move to my designated area. Just then, the driver slammed on the brakes, sending me flying towards the ground. Only, I didn't hit it. Instead, two pairs of arms kept me from breaking my nose. Louis and Harry helped me stand and only released me once they were sure I was firmly on my feet. 

"Thanks," I mumbled, before walking away. I was glad I didn't break yet another bone this summer, but I'm not sure if my brother and his best mate coming to the rescue was worth it... Little did I know, this was just the start.


Author's Note: If you guys could comment or like or favorite so I know that people are reading this and want me to continue, that'd be great. Otherwise, I might just stop writing this one. No point writing if nobody is reading, yeah? Thanks! And I hope you all have absolutely glorious days. Just remember, somebody loves you. I know I do!

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