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?


3. The Attic

I walked into my closet, pulled out my ladder, opened the hatch in my ceiling, and climbed up into my loft/attic space, pulling the ladder with me.

When we moved in, I had found the hatch. I asked Mom what it was, and she explained the purposed. She told me I could put my toys in there and it could be my space, since I had the smallest room. As the years went by, I stopped using it for toys and started to put my music stuff up there. I had 2 different guitars (an acoustic and an electric), a piano, a set of drums, a microphone, my sound board, my stereo, and a matress in the corner. The entire room was sound-proof, so I could be as loud as I wanted; I could hear what was going on outside, but nobody could hear me. 

I walked over to my stereo, popped in my Cher Lloyd, "Stix + Stones", CD, and flipped to "Beautiful People". I flopped down onto my matress and listened. The song was exactly how I felt about Louis. Ugh! He infuriated me so much! I yelled and threw my pillow across the room, knocking a family picture off the wall. 

"Shit," I muttered as I crossed the room to where the class had shattered around the photograph. I brushed the photo off and placed it on the desk, doing the same with the frame. I started to pick up the pieces of glass and put them in a pile, but quickly deemed it a horrible idea when a shard slipped out of my hand, leaving a huge gash across my palm. 'Cause I'm just that skilled...

I held my other hand under the bleeding one, making sure I didn't get blood on anything. I managed to get my ladder in place and out of the attic without my hands. Skills. I walked out of my room and down to the kitchen. I turned on the sink, ignoring the silence that was coming from the living room. The boys stopped talking when I came downstairs, but I didn't really care. I turned the faucet on and ran my hands under it, washing the blood off. I then grabbed a dish-cloth and wrapped it around my hand. I turned around and ran right into Louis.

"Jeez! What's with the sudden close proximity?" I put good hand on his chest and pushed him back. 

"Keegan! What happened to your hand?" Hm, he was pretty good at faking the worry.

"None of your business." I tried to push past him, but he held my shoulders, shrinking down to my eye level. 

"Keegan. Look at me." I kept my eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at him or his stupid band-mates. "Keegan," he snapped.

I fixed him with a mild glare and he seemed to recoil slightly. I took that opportunity to remove his hands from my person and push past him. "Just leave me alone, Louis." I quickly ran up the stairs and back to the attic. Couldn't he just mind his business! He needed to stop acting like he cared. It was really starting to piss me off. 

It wasn't long before the boys were joking around and goofing off like the idiots they were. I shook my head in disgust and annoyance before returning back to the glass. I picked it up more carefully this time, only getting a few cuts minor on my fingers. I threw the mess in the garbage, checked to make sure there weren't any other little pieces, then sat on my matress and strummed my guitar, just letting the music float around me, not caring about my surroundings. 

I put my guitar back in its case leaning against the wall, and left the attic, making sure to take the ladder down with me. I looked into my room, realizing it was lighter out. Weird... But the sun sometimes did that, hiding behind the clouds, then coming back out again. I didn't keep a clock in my space. I didn't want the constant reminder that time was always ticking away, that someday, it would run out completely. I didn't want the pressure that always accompanied getting things done. I just wanted to relax and not have to worry about anything, hence why I didn't keep a clock up there. 

I was about to get ready for bed when I heard the boys all yelling for me. Some were farther away, others closer, spread out around the house. Were they looking for me? Why would they be looking for me?

I went over to my door and popped my head out. "What?"

"Lou, she's here!" Some kid with an Irish accent came out of a nearby room and came over to me and hung up a phone. It wasn't long before the other boys were there too, all looking extremely relieved.

Louis bursted through the little half circle around me, looking extremely out of breath. "Keegan," he breathed, pulling me into a hug. 

"Get off," I said, shoving him away from me. "What is wrong with you?" I was honestly so confused. It's not like anything had happened to me. The boys gave each other a confused expression.

"Keegan, where have you been?" Now that his worry was gone, he sounded a little ticked off. 

"What do you mean? Have you gone mental?" Honestly, he was acting really odd, even for him. 

"I came up to say goodnight and you weren't in your room and your window was open. We figured you suck out. We waited to see if you'd come back in the morning, but you didn't. We've been looking all over."

"Wait, what? Night? Morning? What?" I pulled out my cell and saw that it was indeed 7:30 A.M. I'd been up in the attic all night! No wonder my hands were sore... "I didn't leave. I promise. What's it to you anyways. It's not like it matters." 

"Of course it matters!"

He began another sentance, but I cut him off. "Oh, you're right. Mom wouldn't be particularly happy. So sorry. Besides, it shouldn't matter if I leave for a night, you left for three years," I screamed, slamming the door in his face and locking it.

I ran back up to the attic again. I guess he'd forgotten about it, since he didn't even think to check here. 

"Keegan! Open the door!" I could hear Louis banging on it, but I didn't care. Let him be mad. It's nothing compared to how I felt after I got over the fact that he'd left me. 

I sat up there for hours. I was starving, but I wasn't about to come down. I couldn't let him win. Just then, I heard a crackling. It was in the attic, loud and clear. I started fumbling through the drawers until I found the source of the noice: it was my old wakie-talkie. Louis and I used to play with these all the time, and Mom took to using it when I couldn't hear it while I was in my music room. 

"Keegan? Are you there?" I could hear some dude over the line, but it wasn't Louis.

"Who is this?" I was suspicious. I didn't trust any of his friends. What were they up to?

"My name's Zayn." Weird name. It was kinda cool though. No. No it wasn't. I hate him. He took Louis from me. "Do you think you can come down, please?"


"Louis wants to talk to you."

"You mean yell at me," I corrected him.

"No, I promise, he wont yell at you." He sounded pretty convincing.

"I don't trust you," I stated.

"What about me?" A new voice came over the line. It was the Irish one.


"Me?" This boy had a really deep voice.


"Me?" This guy had a sweet voice.


"What about me?" That one was Louis. What? Did he think that if he got the other guys to talk to me, I'd respond?

"Especially not you."

"Why not?"

"Go away."




"You sound like a girl when you scream..." I took my hand off the talk button before I burst into laughter.

"Do not!" Now he was purposefully cracking his voice. "Where are you?"

"Not telling."



"Oh! I know!" I could hear the excitement in his voice.

Please don't remember, I pleaded silently. This place was my sanctuary. He'd forgotten about it, and I wanted to keep it that way. This was a place I could get away from him, not for him to find me.

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