Today was the day Calum was going to make it up to me. We were going to be leaving the bus at four, right after his early concert. I got ready for the concert right away when I woke up. I curled my hair put on concealer, mascara, winged eyeliner, and pink lipstick. Soon we were all on our way to the concert. I was sitting next to Calum in the car and he glanced at me a couple of times. He gently patted my knee and gave me a nervous smile. I returned the smile and started to fix his hair. He had a fringe, put some of it was flipped up so it looked wrong.
"What are you doing?" He looks at me weird slapping my hand away.
"You look like you just got out of bed, and not the attractive way." He rolls his eyes at me and I fix his hair, so it looks better. He looks in a mirror and nods in approval.
"You're lucky. If you would have made it worse I would have slapped you." He sneered at me.
"Oh please you hit like a kindergartner." I roll my eyes at him.
"Shut up." He shoulders me in a friendly way I guess. I hit the back of his chest with my hand. He acts like I stabbed him.
"Calum Thomas Hood! You are Australian, not French!"
"How do you know?" He sticks his tongue out at me.
"I'm your damn sister. Your twin sister to be more specific."
"Whatevs. Don't dull my culture."
"Hey guys, hate to interrupt, but we are here and so are a lot of girls." Michael nods to the huge crowd of fans outside the car.
"That is a lot." I say quietly.
We unload out of the car and we get mobbed. I try to squeeze through, but then I get shoved out of the way and and up right back where I was. I look around helplessly. We are surrounded. All the guys are taking pictures. All of a sudden I feel a hand slip into mine. I look up and I see green eyes. It's not Ashton though.
"Shall we get out of here? I'm Harry. From One Direction." I nod at him and he leads me through the crowd with all of the other boys near by. I look back at Ashton staring at our hands. He raises his eyebrows at me and I shrug my shoulders. I didn't meet the One Direction boys when I was supposed to, so they are all strangers to me. Finally we break through the crowd and make it in the building. I let go of Harry's hand and walk to a couch. I sit down.
"Sorry. You looked kind of lost, so I figured I would help you out." I nodded my head.
"I have to get ready. Good luck at there Cam."
"How did you know my name?"
"That's all the boys would talk about when they got on tour. When I saw you, you fit the description." He winked at me and walked off. Well that was different.
When the concert was over, Cal and I had an hour before we left. I fixed everything up a little and waited. Soon Cal walked out of his dressing room in a suit with a light blue tie to match my dress. His hair was in a quiff and he had a nervous smile on his face.
We walked out to the car without any fans in sight. We got in the car and Calum started it. We drove to an old park.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"Well since I can't bring you to our park back in Sydney, I decided this one would have to do." I smile at him. As kids when we would get mad we would go to the park and then we would always be able to find each other.
I get out of the car and wait for Calum. He walks over with a blanket in one arm and a basket in another.
"Please tell me that in that basket there is food and a soccer ball?" I look at him expectantly.
"That was supposed to be a surprise, but yeah there is." I smile at him. I haven't hung out with him like this for months. He rolls out the blanket and we sit down. In the basket there is watermelon, crackers, toast, Vegemite, and mac n cheese. Real fancy. I start to eat some watermelon and goes straight for the Vegemite. Dork. After we finished, we brought out the soccer ball. Now I will admit he is an amazing soccer player, but we have been in soccer together forever, and we still played together before he left for tour. So I'm not afraid of his soccer skills. We sat the ball down in the middle of the field. The park already had goals set up. On a count of three we took off. I got to the ball first, even though I'm still in a dress. I'm assuming that it's easier to run in this than skinny jeans.
I ran back to the goal and scored quick. Cal started with the ball this time, and kicked the ball hard. I deflected it with my torso and started running back. Right before I could kick it again and score, a hand wrapped around my waist and lifted me up. I started screaming and laughing. Maybe we could be normal again.
When it was time for us to go back to the bus he looked over at me. He looked me straight into the eyes and said,"When I said yes, I meant it. I will never stop trying to make sure that you know that you being my sister is more important than anything. Okay?"