Tired of Feeling Alone

"I am Alissa Brook Styles. All I can tell you is there is no word to describe how much I hate my brother. No not one of those brother-sister, love-hate relationships, I mean I hate him."
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Right then my mom told me, You're going on tour with your brother, are you not excited or what. I was fuming, how could she do this. I lost it , " How could I be excited to spend months with my stupid brother, it is bad enough having him back for a week, I am not going. My mom quickly responded " yes you are i'm going to Australia, for 6 months and you're going with your brother and that is final. I had no use fighting i was stuck in a hell hole for 6 months how could this get any worse.

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13. Why Not?

        Niall get off of him!! I grabbed Niall shoulder pulling him off, but Niall kept punching him. Niall I screamed as loud as I could, get off! Niall looked over and got up of Harry. Leave, just go I said to Niall you made it as bad as it could be. Niall walked into his room with a sorry look on his face. I got Harry placing him gentle on the couch. I ran to the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. I knew the moment I saw Niall punch Harry that if I didn't do anything Harry was going to be knocked out or worse. Niall was running on pure adrenaline he could do anything even if he didn't mean it. I went back to Harry, he was pretty bad, he had a split lip, a two black eyes, and a few cut. I don't know how we are going to explain this to the paps but we need a story, and fast. 

        I applied cream to the cuts and gave him a tissue for the lip. there was nothing to do for the black eyes. He got you pretty bad didn't he I said to Harry. I guess he said angrily. I gave him an ice pack leading him to his bed, give him a kiss on his forehead. Feel better! I said quietly. Thanks Love you Lis. I love you too Haz, I said using the nickname I gave him when he was little. 

*A few day pass*

      I haven't talked to Niall since the day he started to punch Harry, I don't feel bad either. Me and Harry are doing much better brother and sister wise, and I started to hang out with Liam a little, he really is a good friend. I still wore the Irish charm around my neck, to show Niall after all I still want to work it out. I was sitting on my bed, getting ready to start the day. Harry walked in with red eyes, and a swollen face. I looked as through he had been crying, He wasn't an emotional guy so I knew something was up. He didn't even cry when our father died let alone go to his funeral. Lis he called as came in. What? Harry I said trying to look as sympathetic as I could. Umm well he sniffed. Mom, umm he sniffed again. What Harry what about mom I said truly caring. He started crying harder, she, she died. What Harry how ? I said starting to hyperventilate. Her plane crashed on the way to Australia, he said looking in to my beat red ones. 

         I didn't know what to think, he just told me my mother had died the only person I truly had a close relationship with. Her funerals Wednesday he said. That's tomorrow, I said crying harder. I'm going I said to Harry. Are you? I asked. No I sorry Lis I have to be on tour and I'm just sorry ok. I got up off the bed running to my closet to get everything together. I ran down the stairs of the hotel and immediately rushed to the plane, I had booked. I still had tears steaming down my face as I stepped off off the plane going home for the first time in weeks. We had the funeral the next day lets just say I rather not talking about. 

*three months later*

    . No I said to my roomate. I am not going to the concert with you I said standing firm. Please Alissa she begged, please. No Alivia I am not going. Why not? she said mad.      

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