Protect You (BTR love story)

Ch. 1

"You want me to what?!" I yell into the phone.

"Come to LA, and maybe come on tour with us?" Kendall repeats.

By Kendall I mean the Kendall Knight, Ya know from Big Time Rush. I grew up with all of them in Minasota. My dad got moved to a base in Paris three years ago, so I haven't seem them in a while. We skype every other day, and ever so often visiting, but it's not the same. 

"Have you spoken to your mom about it?" I ask knowing that he wouldn't have. 

"Yes, and it'll be a suprise for the other guys. Please Kat?" I could almost here those damn puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, but you have to talk to the C/O," reffering to my father. 

"Ok, can you give him the phone?" He sounded hopeful, but knowing my dad, he'd say no. 

I head into the kitchen to find my father making breakfast.

"Morning sir," I say smiling. I loved my dad and I was his favorite between me and my brother, Mason. "Morning early bird, what's up?" He asks since I was holding the phone still. 

"Kendall wants to talk to you," I smile holding him the iPhone.

I can hear Kendall's smooth voice, which he reserves for persuadingmy father, which he uses often. 

There are several "uh-huh's" and that's when he relocates into the other room. I take over making the pancakes. I am crossing my crossing my fingers that Kendall can get me over there. I miss my boys so much. I remember having a huge crush on Kendall, it was the year I left. He never knew, which kept our froendship strong.  

After about 5 minutes of anxiety, he comes back and handed me my phone. 

"Well you should go pack," he is smiling at me so I knew Kendall got him to say yes. 

"Oh my god thankyouthankyouthankyou. I love you so much!" I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. 

"You'll leave tomorrow but remember the rules," he shoots me a glance.

"No drugs, no sex, no alcohol, no breaking international laws," I say knowing what his rules were. I wink then head to my room. I pack for the next to two months which is almost all my clothes but I was gonna do laudry at some point. 

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At the airport I say goodbye to my brother and dad.

"Love you guys. Mason don't go into my room." I warn my 14 year old brother. 

"I won't, unless you're not taking your revolver," my brother loved my gun but it was the last gift my mom left me before she died. 

"It's in my suitcase already," I look at my watch, "Well I gotta get goin."

"Alright text me when you land." My dad hugs me one last time, before handing me my carry-on. I hold the strap tightly then walk towads the security checkpoint, thankfully I got in since I was given a slip saying that I could carry my pocket knife, which I carry with me everywhere.

Once through security, I get a starbucks Passion tea with lemonaide sweeted. I put my music in my ears and open up my laptop to see a picture a picture of my mom and I at the Louve 2 years ago, before she got sick. 

My mom had stage three breast cancer last year. I have some pictures of her with bright yellow silk scarf over her bald head. She wouldn't let me take picturs of her when she got really sick. Sha didn't make it past summer. For her birthday last yearI got a tattoo on my upper back of a pink lily a long with the day she died. She saw me grduate though, I'm 18 but graduated a year a head of my class. I thank god that I was blessed with a smart brain. I miss my mom everyday but having her gun makes me feel like she's still here.