Harry had his arm draped over a faceless girl with ever-changing hair colour. We were sitting in a limo and were obviously coming back from a black tie event. My feet hurt and harry looked like he had been dragged through a bush backwards. Louis sat next to him with his arm also draped over a faceless girl with ever-changing hair colour. They both were death staring me and harry looked the same way he had when I hadn’t told him about the girl at preschool who cut my hair and stole my lunch… a look that could make hell freeze over.
“Get the hell out of our site!” he screamed at me. “No one here ever wants to see you ever again, understood Bitch?” he screamed, his face getting redder with every word.
“I’m so disappointed in you…” said Louis shaking his head. “We trusted you.” I tried asking what I had done wrong but all that came out was a strangled cry, I felt like my chest was closing and I realised I was crying.
“You don’t even care that you could have killed us, do you?” said Harry in a voice that sounded on the verge of tears. “You could have killed everyone, Natasha.” He never used my full name… ever.
“You don’t even care that you just pushed me into the train and stood there and laughed on the side lines!” Everything they were saying didn’t make sense but this only added to my panic. I hated letting people down, especially Louis and Harry. I loved them both so much.
“You don’t love us… you hate us for being special when you aren’t!” screamed Niall who was suddenly sitting next to me.
“You don’t even support us…” trailed off Liam before he started crying. I wanted to scream at them that it wasn’t true. I have always supported and loved them. They were my brothers. How could they be saying this to me? What had I done so wrong?
“Get out of our lives… NOW!” screamed Harry.
“Yeah! Get out!” the other three boys started screaming.
“No!” I screamed. “No!”

I woke up with a fright. There was a slight sweat on my forehead. “It was just a dream.” I tell myself and get out of bed. It was starting to get dark outside and I could smell mum’s lasagne cooking. My favourite. There was a slight knock on my door and Harry came into my room with a frown.
“You alright?” he said coming over and joining me on my bed. “Louis said he heard you mumbling in your sleep when he came upstairs to wee.” He closed his eyes and yawned.
“Just a dream…You seem tired?” I ask jumping out of bed and pulling on my sweater.
“Yeah, it’s been a long week, we played in USA on Monday.” He said standing and walking over to me. His long shaggy hair was a mess and as usual, looked like it needed to be washed and brushed.
“I know, I watched bits of it on Youtube.” I admitted.
His long strong arms pulled me into a big brotherly hug. “I’ve missed you, sis.”
A lump formed in my throat. “I’ve missed you too Hazza.”
“Gems coming tomorrow which will be fun.” He said with a smile, pulling me away from him to look at me. Gem and I had that awkward age gap that caused us to sometimes not get on to well, but I smiled. She was still my big sister.
“Come.” He says pulling my hand and making me laugh, his eyes grew wide and his dimpled smile dominated his facial features. “Mum’s making your favourite and the boys and I have a surprise for you.” We race downstairs, and as usual I lose. But Harry is caring enough to blame it on my concussion.

I walk into the kitchen and see mum look up and smile. “Sleep well?” she asks turning back to the mince and cheese sauce cooking in separate pans on the stove.
“Yeah.” I lie and make eye contact with Harry to tell him not to question it.
“You lie!” says louis from the couch in the sitting room. “I heard you half screaming to death earlier.”
I walk into the room and see him sitting on the couch next to Liam and across from Stu, Jared and Niall who are deep in some conversation.
“Hey Lou?” I say walking up next to him.
“Yeah?” he says looking at me with his blue eyes. I hit him hard on the head and walk out of the room to hear Niall and the others laughter drown out his complaints and insults.
“Watch your mouth, Tomlinson!” screams Harry still standing next to mum, trying to steal some of her cooking.

“So, now be honest. Why didn’t you sleep well?” asked mum turning to me with concern on her face, giving harry a perfect opportunity to steal whatever he was after. With a smile he looked at me and put a figure to his lips to tell me to not say anything.
“Just bad dreams…” I trail off not wanting to go into it. Not while Harry was there. A part of me is concerned that the guys do think that I don’t care about them.
“Shame my love. Well they are just dreams so… How’s the head?” she walks over and tilts my chin to the light to check the cut and three stitches that will leave a scar for sure.
“It’s okay-ish.” I mumble while I shrug.

“Well supper is still going to be about another twenty minutes or so, so go and do some teenager-ly things in the sitting room with everyone.” She says waving her wooden spoon around and smiling.
“Thanks mum.” Says harry kissing her on the cheek as we walk out of the kitchen and into the sitting room with everyone else.

Harry squishes in between Louis and Liam who make space for him. I grab a pillow from one of the couches and sit on the floor.
“Oh come now, lads!” says Louis, looking positively peeved. “The only lady in the room, who’s concussed, and she’s sitting on the bloody floor? No manners men… no manners.” He says shaking his head as Harry pushes Liam off the couch.
“Here,” says Liam pulling me up, “sit there with tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee. I’ve had enough antics for a life time.” I blush at all the eyes lock on me as I sit down.
“I might be a concussed lass,” I say leaning forward towards Louis, “but if there was a problem with the floor I just would have kicked someone off a chair anyway.” I wink at him as he starts to laugh.
“Yeah right, who? The Irish Princess over there? Green eyes one or two? Mr Daddy Direction, the bloke you live with or me?” he says with a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes, testing me.
“She’s my younger sister, wouldn’t have been green eyes number one.” Says Harry with a smile as he shoves Louis playfully and winking at me.
“As you say, she lives with me, wouldn’t have been me.” Says Stu with a sly smile on his face. I flip him off and stick out my tongue at him.
“She’s far too polite to kick an Irish Princess off the couch.” Teases Niall from his couch.
“What is this?” I say raising my hands above my head in defeat. “Pick on the only girl in the room day?” I say as Louis jumps over Harry’s lap and starts hugging me.
“It’s alright! Don’t cry luv!” he starts squeezing me and I begin to struggle.
“Lou! Get off me!” says Harry laughing as he attempts to push Lou off.
“Gross!” I squeal, “Get him off!” he raises his head and smiles a devilish smile. “Louis, no!” that look only meant one thing. He ignores my protests and starts tickling me.
“Lou – stop!” I say in between breaths and giggles.
Suddenly the torture stops and I realised Lou is on the floor and everyone else is also laughing. He’s got his hand to his crotch and a look of utter pain on his face.
I jump up and kneel next to him unsure what to do. “My god, im so sorry Lou.” I say as I realised I must have kicked him in the family jewels in defence.
“I feel sorry for your husband.” He says with a raspy voice as he slowly stands up. “No foreplay for you.” He whispers so only Harry and I hear him. He winks at me and returns to the couch. Harry slaps him for me and shakes his head.
I look around the room. “Let that be an official warning to everyone with testicles in this room.” And can’t stop the smile creeping up my face.
“Oh great, you’re safe!” says Jared patting Stu on the back. The room erupts into laughter as Stu flips him off.

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