Trouble Maker

"He hasn't been the same since you guys got together. He seems happier and kinder. He acts like a totally new person, like he has a new purpose to live. You're changing his life."

"No, he's changing mine."


1. One

“Zoe Tomlinson! You get back here right now!” My mum shouted from the first floor of our house.


“What now?” I groaned, stomping down the stairs. She had just finished giving me a lecture on my behavior or something. 


“Don’t you dare speak to me like that. You know better.” Mum wagged a finger at me. “You need to learn to treat your mother with some respect.” 


“Why? You didn’t seem to care about me when you left Dad. You didn’t seem to care about my feelings when you split our family apart and moved us half way across the country. And you certainly didn’t care when you went and had 4 other kids!” I yelled, running back to my room. I slammed the door as hard as my strength allowed me too. 


I threw myself on the bed as tears poured down my face. I felt my cheeks burn with anger. I buried my face in my pillow. Taking in a few deep breathes, I sat up and wiped my face. “I hate it here. This isn’t home. I can’t wait to turn 18 so I can leave here.” 


Pulling my legs up to my chest, I realized I left my phone downstairs. I walked to the hallways and tip-toed down the stairs. I reached the bottom step and sat down when I heard my mum talking to my soon-to-be step dad. 


“I don’t know anymore, Dan. She’s been so out of control lately. I don’t know if I can take it.” She said softly. 


“I know, honey. But she can’t be like this forever. Right?”


“I shouldn’t be saying this, but I’m a bit excited for her 18th birthday. Then, her choices will be her choices and we don’t have to worry about the consequences.” 


“You don’t mean that. After all, she’ll always be your little girl.” 


“I know. I just wish Louis was here, maybe he could talk to her. They’ve always been close.” 


“That’s because they share the same father and have been together through everything. Plus, he isn’t her parent. He’s always been able to play the ‘good cop’ role.”


“Yeah, I guess your right. I just really hope things change soon.” 


“Don’t worry. Everything is going to be alright. Okay? I love you.” Dan said, wrapping his arms around my mum. 


“I love you too.” She said, nuzzling into his chest. 


I took this as an opportunity to grab my phone off the kitchen counter. I stood up and dashed silently across the hardwood floor. As I reached for my phone, Dan grabbed my hand. 


“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get your phone until you gain some respect for your parents.” Dan scolded me. 


“1. You aren’t the boss of me. 2. This is my phone that I paid for with my money. And 3. You will never, ever be my dad!” I snatched my phone and hand away from him. 


“Excuse you?” Dan asked, with a shocked look in his face. 


“Zoey!” My mum exclaimed. 


I folded my arms across my chest and avoided making eye contact with them. The lock in the door clicked open and my mum turned to look at the figure in the doorway. 


“Hey guys.” My older brother, Louis, waved at us.  




After dinner, I ran back up to my room and shut myself away. I sat on my bed and turned on my MacBook computer. I quickly typed in my username and password on Tumblr. I had made a One Direction fan account so I can keep up with the latest gossip with my brother and his friends. 


    I’d like to take the time to update you all on the fabulous life of moi. Jk no. I’d actually like to talk about a pretty serious topic today. Yeah, I know. Shocking. 
    I want to talk about Larry Stylinson. As you can obviously tell, Harry Styles is a walking pile of sex, who I will marry one day. And Louis is a fine, fabulous bitch with quite a nice arse. Wow, I’m getting side tracked. 
    It honestly really annoys me when the Elounor shippers go at it with the Larry shippers. Like, can we just be the happy little fandom again? If Larry is real, and Louis and Harry are happy, who cares if they are together? And if Elounor is real, who cares? If you’re a true fan, you care about their happiness, not their relationships. Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are adults. They can make their own choices. And if you disagree with me, then kindly fuck off. 


My blog is 100% made up. I don’t really spend my day stalking the boys, considering one of them is my brother. But that last post is honest. I hate how everyone is always calling Louis gay or a fag. I don’t know what’s true, and I don’t really care. I just want my brother to be happy. 


“Hey girl.” Louis said, tapping my door as he opened it. 


“Hi.” I crossed my legs and closed my laptop. 


“Can you stop being awkward and quiet? Just give me my hug already. I missed you, baby sis!” Louis opened his arms as I stood up and embraced him. Louis was just an inch or two taller than me, so my head fit right on his shoulder. 


“I missed you, too, bro.” I said softly. “Things have been pretty tough with Dan, and the girls, and Mum.” 


“Yeah. She told me about that. Said you guys were getting into some pretty heated arguments.” Louis rubbed my shoulder as he plopped down on my bed. 


I hopped up next to him. “Here we go. She sent you in to give me a pep talk about being respectful and stuff. Am I right?” 


“Well, sort of. She asked if you could spend the summer with me.” Louis scratched the side of his face, looked down, and then looked up at me. 


“What? I thought you were touring with the boys. And I haven’t even finished school yet.” I questioned. 


“School year ends in a few days, and the American part of the tour doesn’t start for a week and a half. I’m gonna be staying here until we leave so,” Louis said. 


“What are you saying? Are you inviting me to go on tour with you?” I asked. 


“Yeah, it’s the end of the tour. United States is our last country. I want to give both you and Mum a break. Mum has one less kid in the house and you get to go on vacation with your favorite brother. It’s your last summer before senior year and I want it to be special.” He slung an arm around my shoulders. 


“I’d love to. But have you talked to the other boys? I’ve only officially met Harry.”


“You’ve met the others at my birthday.” 


“No, I got Niall a beer, Liam a towel at the pool, and Zayn a change of clothes when drunk Niall spilled his drink on him.”


“Oh yeah. But you’ll have plenty of time to meet them on tour!” Louis laughed. 


“But what if they don’t like me?” I looked up at him. 


“You’ll be on tour with the world’s biggest boy band. There will be millions of fangirls that stalk us nonstop and do a whole crap load of screaming. And you’re worried about the boys not liking you? I think I’ll have a problem keeping them off you.” Louis joked. 


“Alright, fine. I’ll go.” 

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