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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12. The Truth Comes Out

I had expected it to be difficult to fall asleep in a new surrounding with a bunch of boys on the bus, but it turns out the rocking helped me fall asleep faster. When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was. The curtain that blocked out the light in my bunk was doing it's job pretty effectively.

I rubbed my eyes, pushed the curtain away, and hopped out of my bunk, careful not to wake anyone when I realized that the bus was both dark and silent. I didn't bother to check my phone for the time, I just walked out of the bunk compartment and towards the back of the bus where the boys had a couch that wrapped around one corner of the bus and faced a plethora of gaming systems hooked up to a flat-screen TV. Kneeling on the couch, I opened the blinds, folded my arms on the top of the couch, rested my head on them, and just watched the city pass by. I counted the streetlamps as they were left behind, observed the lights of the truck stops and gas stations stationed on the outskirts of towns. It was calming really, which is why I didn't notice when someone walked in, closing the door behind him. 

I turned around, startled, but went back to watching the world outside the window when I realized it was only Harry. Out of all the boys, I disliked him the least. He was kind and genuine. When he wanted to be. But normally, he was just like the other boys: loud, rambunctious, and proud. 

"Sorry," he said, his voice quiet and slightly groggy. I assumed he had just woken up. "I didn't mean to scare you; I didn't think anybody was awake." He turned back and opened the door. 

"You can stay, you know. If you'd like. I mean, it is your bus."

"It's your bus too, Keegan."

I turned around, giving him a slightly incredulous expression. "No it's not. I mean sure, I live here, but that's only because I'm forced to. I mean, I'm a prisoner here. I can't leave, even if Louis was okay." I released a pent-up breath and turned around, back to the window.

"Is that really how you feel? Trapped?" He closed the door and moved to sit beside me, drawing one leg up onto the couch, throwing his left arm over the back of it, facing me. 

"Yeah, yeah. I should be grateful I get to spend months on end touring with my brother and his friends. I should be so happy that I get an all access pass into the lives of One Direction. But I don't want to be here. I don't want to see Louis, I don't want to see his friends. And I can't get away. So yeah Harry, I feel trapped." I knew my emotions were getting the better of me this late at night, but I couldn't help it. I was getting worked up, just like I always did when my brother's absence was brought up. 

"Why do you hate Louis so much? It seemed like you were starting to get along back in Doncaster, but now it's like we never even came home. What happened?"

"He never told you, did he?" I turned to face him, pulling my gaze away from the road behind us. 

He tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, donning a mildly sympathetic expression. "He talks about you all the time. More than he talks about his mom, which is really saying something Keegan." He smiled ever so slightly, clearly remembering. But his smile faded as he began to speak again. "But he'd always grow sad and stop talking. We all eventually figured out that the two of you weren't the closest, and when I asked him why he said he didn't know. You two were as thick as thieves and then when he joined the band, you just shut him out. So we're back to my original question: why do you hate Louis so much?"

"Yeah well, he left, so..." I trailed off and turned back to the window, wishing I could be elsewhere. 

"Come on, Keegs, talk to me." He stretched out his hand, placing it gently on my shoulder. 

I shook it off, pulling away. "Don't call me that." 

"Please, I just want to understand." Harry readjusted himself and leaved forward, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. Typical body language, trying to be open and inviting. 

"He left, okay? He left. Our family was ripping itself apart, and he left. Our parents were getting a divorce and I was stuck in the middle of a stupid custody battle. Louis was 19, so I mean, he was fine. He got to stay with whomever he wanted. But me, I had no choice in the matter. It took months before they realized my mom was the better parent. And where was Louis when I needed him? On some stupid singing competition. So excuse me if I don't particularly enjoy being in the company of someone who went back on every promise he ever made to stand by me and all the friends who helped him break them." I stood up and walked back to my bunk, not even waiting for a response. I didn't want to hear him try to defend my brother. 

I heard the door open and close a few moments later, heard the sliding of the curtain of the bunk just across and below mine, and heard a body settle in, closing the curtain again. I rolled over, trying to forget what just happened. I was mad, I was hurt, and I wanted off this bus. I wiped away a tear I hadn't realized I was holding in. I was crying? Really? No. Louis wasn't worth any more tears. I was done with him. I had to live with him, but I was done with him. I never dreamed I'd need him in the future.

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