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?


8. The Morning After

The night passed in a blur. I mean, I remembered the basics: we went out to dinner, we went to some chic flic, then we went back to her house and went to bed. But I couldn't tell you what restaraunt we went to, what I ate, what movie we saw, or what time it was when we finally got back. I could only remember the disappointment and anger, just as fresh as the day he left. He always left. Why couldn't I just learn my lesson?

As I sat there contemplating my mistakes, waiting for Jules to wake up, the doorbell rang. I groaned and stood, unhappy to have to move from my comfortable position. But since she was asleep and her mom was working the night shift at the local hospital, I was the only one left to answer it. 

I moved to teh door, rubbing my eyes as I yawned. When I opened them again, Louis was standing there, his face heartbroken. I kept mine stone hard. "What?"

"Can we talk?" He glanced back at the car full of boys and I knew he didn't have much time. This would be my last chance to see him for the next few years at least and get everything off my chest in person. 

"No." I began to close the door when he slid his foot in the opening. I glared at him as I opened it wider, waiting for him to leave.

"Keegan... Please. I'm sorry."

"I don't care." I shrugged, nonchalant and very convincing. I could see in his eyes that he believed me, even if I didn't believe myself.

"Keegan..." His voice cracked as his eyes began to water. I could clearly see what this was doing to him. I was destryoing him, taking his livelyhood. But it didn't matter. He was doing the same to me. Again. 

"I don't want to hear it, Louis. Go; your friends are waiting." I tried closing the door again but he held hsi hand against it, effectively stopping me again. How strong had he gotten since I'd last seen him?

He extended his free hand to reveal a piece of paper. "Here."

"I don't want it."

"Just take it. Just in case."

"Louis, I'm not-"

"See you around, sis." He pulled me in for a quick hug, kissed the top of my head, and walked back to the van before I could react. 

I closed the door before he could see the emotion in my eyes, then slid dow the door, hiding my face in my hands. Had I made a mistake? Would he stay away forever? Would I even see him if he came home again? No. No, I did the right thing, and I wouldn't have to worry about seeing him again because he wouldn't come home. He'd stay far away, just as he should.

I stood, took a deep breath, ran my hands through my hair, and walked back up the stairs. I smiled slightly at Julianna's still sleeping form. With a small smile, I shook my head and sat back down on my makeshift bed, unfolding the slip of paper Louis had handed me. It was nothing fancy, and it took me a few seconds to decipher my brother's handwriting, but I quickly realized it was the phone number for each of the five boys, as well as the number for their secutrity guard, Paul. 

I wanted to burn the paper, but decided against it. For now. I don't know what possessed me, but I even put the numbers for each of the six men (I use that term loosely for the five of them) in my phone, took a picture of the paper (just in case), then crumpled it up and stuffed it in my pocket. 

It took a whole hour for Jules the zombie to awaken, and another half hour for human Jules to emerge. I chucked at her, then followed her down the stairs to get some breakfast. She even got everything for me since it's kind of hard to do some of the normal things people not on crutches do.

"So how long until you're off those retched things," she asked as she took a bite of cereal, gesturing at the crutches.

I shrugged and waited until I had swallowed my food to respong. "About another month, and then I'll be in a boot. No more gymnastics this summer..." I sighed, rather dejected. "But it also means no dad's house, so." I smiled a little brighter. Yeah, he was daddy dearest. But he was kind of annoying. He always fawned over me and made a huge deal about everything and was always in my business. It felt like I never even got to have a conversation with another person without him jumping in, even when I was texting he'd try and strike up a conversation. There was only so much I could talk about with the man before I became bored out of my mind. Which usually happened four hours into my trip. So yeah, I was really glad I was staying home. I could always Skype him and hang up when I was done. That's what lying about the internet connection is for.

"Got anything in particular you wanna do today, Keegs?"

"Huh?" I hadn't realized I'd zoned out.

"Plans. You got any for today?"

"Oh, no. I think I'm just gonna head home, help my mom out, write some music. Sorry." I hated coming to her just to excape my problems, then leaving again when they were over.

"Don't worry about it." She gave me a quick side hug and I flashed her a humorous scowl to remind her that I hated hugs. She just chuckled and waved goodbye as I left to walk home after refusing a ride.

It was a long walk, but it was nice to clear my head. The emotions continued to swirl around inside my head, but I managed to keep a lid on them. The clear, crips, morning air helped too. It was nice to just get out and walk. 

For some reason, I kept having a nagging feeling in the back of my head that I shouldn't have burned that bridge. That maybe I'd need him. No matter, it was summer, and I was determined to enjoy myself.

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