"Al stop." You scorn him in a whisper as he once again kisses the back of your neck as you stand in the queue for Space Mountain.
You're really trying not to indulge in the feeling of his lips on your skin because it's an extremely addicting sensation. But you're in public, in Disney World of all places, where everyone has their phones and cameras out, and the band are all standing in front of you in the queue.
"Alex." You whisper shout again, pulling yourself out of the hold he has on your hips when you feel his lips press against your skin once more.
You turn around and shake your head when you note the mischief in his eyes and the slight smirk gracing his pretty lips. You want nothing more to have them on your own in such a beautiful place but that can't happen since you both decided you wanted to keep your relationship between yourselves for a while longer.
You're their official photographer which meant that you didn't want things to get weird with them on tour. And after you and Alex both decided to keep your relationship on the downlow - back when you initially started going out with each other - you sort of wanted to keep it that way, so nothing changed the dynamic of your group.
You're only 2 years younger than Matt and Alex, 3 years younger than Jamie and Nick, so you've always been pretty close with all of them. For a long time, you've thought of them all as your brothers as you grew up together. And that was natural considering Alex had gone to the same primary school as you and Matt, and the pair have been best mates since the beginning. Since you could remember really.
They both met Jamie and Nick in high school along with Andy who was obviously initially in the band, before he stepped down and Nick took over. They had always been your family who'd taken good care of you and you knew just how lucky you were to have them all.
But obviously to them, you've always been Matt's little - and sometimes annoying - sister. When they reached the ages of 14/15, they all wanted nothing to do with you, and you were certain Alex had hated you once upon a time. However, that may have been because you were a 12 year old who'd started growing up having crushes on all of your brothers friends.
Thankfully, they didn't disown you completely as when you reached the less annoying age of 15, they didn't seem to push you out as much. You liked hanging out with all of them, and you saw them more because they always had to come to your house because Matt couldn't move the drum kit unless it was for a gig.
You'd always liked music as it had always been an escape for you. Back when your brother's bandmates first starting attempting to make music, you'd go up to your bedroom to escape the utter shit they were 'playing', and you'd have your Pulp and Blur records on.
Your music taste even ended up influencing your brother's and his bandmates taste in music because you remember introducing them to The Strokes when they were just starting out. It's comical in hindsight because if you'd never told Alex and Matt to listen to their first record when they caught you humming along to Barely Legal, you weren't sure Alex would have had the motivation to keep the band going and get it as big as they had become.
After all, it's no secret that Alex's hero is Julian Casablancas.
A few years later, with the band starting to get bigger, the excitement in your household at them potentially making it big was intense. So much so that your Mum and Dad threw a party for them all when they got scouted and got the record deal.
It was at that party that Matt and Alex drunkenly agreed to let you be their photographer as soon as you were done with your photography apprenticeship. It was something they never forgot though and they did actually let you become their photographer.
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