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?


13. Meeting the Other Boys

When I crawled out of my bunk after changing into jeans and a Black Sabbath long-sleeved t-shirt, I was greeted by the sound of a bunch of boys. Only, this time, there were more. And they were Australian. I remembered Louis talking to the boys about another group that was opening for them, but I couldn't remember anything past that. I groaned and chose to go to the front of the bus; it sounded like there were less people there. I should've picked the back of the bus, because when I walked in, I saw a grand total of three boys: Louis, Harry, and one from the other band.

I groaned inwardly and grabbed a bowl, some cereal, poured some milk in it, grabbed a spoon, and sat at the little table in the corner to eat. "Keegan," Louis said, looking at me, "this is Luke."

"Okay...?" I didn't really see the need for introductions. "Wait... Why is he on the bus?"

Louis laughed and turned back to Luke, "Ignore her, she's not exactly thrilled to be touring with her big brother." He rolled his eyes, then turned back to me to answer. "The boys are our opening gig, though they'll be headlining soon," he said to Luke, "and their bus is having difficulties, so they'll be on our bus for a while." I nodded.

"How many of them are there?" I didn't want to be stuck on a bus with a dozen boys. I knew it was a pretty big bus, but still, five was already too many. 

"Four," He replied. I nodded again and mentally counted the bunks. Eight. That meant that two of us on this bus of ten would be on the couches. I knew I'd be one. 

I cocked my head to the side, looking at Luke, trying to remember where I'd seen him before. "What?" he said when he caught me staring.

"You look so familiar..." I narrowed my eyes, still trying to place him.

"5 Seconds of Summer?"

"Oh yeah! I love your music," I smiled at him, glad to have that out of the way.

"Sure... You love 5SOS but you hate your own brother's band?" Louis feigned offense, I just shrugged.

"Not my fault they don't all seem like pricks." Harry looked away, trying to hide a smile, Luke clasped a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh, and Louis got a devilish look in his eyes. 

"Oh yeah? I'll show you what a prick I can be." He jumped up from the couch and was by my side in seconds, tickling my stomach. I backed away as far as I could, but the seat was only so big. I screamed as I tried to push him away, laughing. 

"Louis!" I screamed, trying to push him away with my feet as the tickling continued.

"Say I'm the best." His evil grin intensified.

"You're the best!" However, he kept tickling me. "LOUIS STOP!!!!"

He just laughed and continued. After a few more seconds, he stopped and looked at me, still holding me down. "I'll stop if you cuddle with me." I wanted to smack that devilish smile off his face. 

"No way."

"Fine." He went straight back to tickling me.

"Okay! Okay!" 

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

"Good." His hands released me and he backed away, offering a hand to help me up. I accepted it and scooted off the bench. He then lead me over to the couch Harry and Luke weren't sitting on and plopped down, pulling me down with him. He threw his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him. If I was stuck cuddling with my brother, I might as well be comfortable.

The boys went back to chatting about whatever and I closed my eyes, curling into Louis, a little cold. He wrapped his arm tighter and planted a kiss on the top of my head. This was what having a brother was supposed to be, and I'd missed it. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against his chest, just waiting for something to screw up my happy moment. Only, just this once, nothing did.



"Keegs?" I woke up to Louis shaking me ever so slightly. I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep, but he hadn't moved.

"Sorry." I sat up and pulled away from him, stretching my arms out in front of me. "I didn't mean to fall asleep. How long was I out?"

"Don't worry about it." He ruffled my hair and stood. "A couple hours. I would've let you sleep longer, but we stopped for lunch and we all know how much you love food." He smiled at me and offered me a hand to stand. I rolled my eyes and took it. We then exited the bus and walked into a French restaurant who's name I couldn't pronounce even if I wanted to.

After looking like a goof by standing on his tiptoes for a few seconds trying to scout out our group, Lou eventually found them and headed towards them, me in tow. We found our seats, I was seated between Louis and Luke, and Lou introduced me to the remaining three boys.

"I know who they are, Lou."

"Well you didn't realize Luke was from 5SOS so I didn't know." He pulled a face and I rolled my eyes at it.

"Well that's cause it's 2014 and I've only seen the videos from 2011, 2012. They look just a tad bit different. I mean, Michael has freaking highlighter hair so... No offense." I said to Michael.

"None taken," he replied cheerfully. I then picked up a menu as the nine boys discussed what to order. 

The waitress came over to our tables and took everyone's orders. It took almost ten minutes. I just ordered a Cesar salad and a water, which earned me a weird look from Lou. I just shrugged and handed her my menu. 

It took almost a half an hour to get all our orders (we had ten of them, nine of which were from teenage/early twenty-year-old boys!). The guys filled the silence with talk of girls, concerts, bands, music, and the broken down bus. We discovered that the situation was actually a lot worse than we thought and that the boys had to get a whole new bus, so they'd be with us for a few weeks. Joy... Actually, I was pretty happy. They were cool and they gave me someone to talk to other than my brother and his mates. I was actually relieved and found myself joining in on the conversation as we ate. 

Naturally, I was the first one done, so I excused myself to the bathroom. I was having a good time, I was. So why was my arm itching? I pulled up the long sleeve of my shirt and looked at the cuts and scars. It was an on and off habit for me. It started when Louis left in the middle of the divorce. I stopped after about a year. Then when he stopped coming home and caring about a year after that, I started up again for a few months. And then he came home and left again, so the blades came out again for a couple days. It didn't become a habit again until Jules died a month later. I was still cutting as a way of coping, but it made no sense for the urge to come back so strongly right now... I shook my head and pushed my sleeve back down, washed my hands, and returned to the table. 

The boys were finishing eating and gradually sat back, content. I just remained silent, watching my hands. I didn't trust them not to scratch at my arm. Not that anyone would notice, but still. 

"Keegan?" I looked up at the person who pulled me out of my thoughts, expecting Louis, but seeing Luke. I frowned at him, curious as to why he wasn't talking with the boys. "You alright?" 

I smiled a practiced smile at him and nodded. "Of course." Even I would've believed my tone. He nodded and turned back to the conversation at hand. 

About 20 minutes later, the check had been paid for, courtesy of Louis, and we were all piled back on the bus, driving to yet another location. I crawled into my bunk, just wanting to get away. I hated when these feelings came back. And they always came back, sometimes at the most random times, like today. And it was such a good day. 

I curled up and pulled the curtain closed, pulling out my phone. I opened the locked photo album and flipped through all the photos of me and Julianna. I loved those photos. We were so happy... And the photos she took of me... She had so much potential. I quickly locked my phone and pushed it away from me. Why was I doing this to myself? I rolled on to my back, aimlessly scratching at my arm.

"I miss you Jules," I whispered as the tears finally came.

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