We Had the Right Kind of Love // L.S.

Chapter 8. Distraction

August brought many things into my life that year. The first thing was Liam's news that he'd joined a band over the summer after attending a three-week music camp.

"Replacing us, are you?" Zayn joked, taking a lick of an ice cream cone, and letting the sweet cream dripped down his chin.

"It's nothing personal," Liam said, "Just because I hang with them for practice doesn't mean I'm not you guys' friends anymore."

"Are they as cool as us?" Niall asked, also licking his cone. His tough and chin were both blue from his cotton-candy ice cream which made him look like a peculiar Smurf half-breed.

"Definitely not," Liam promised us, "Guys don't worry, I'm not ditching you for them—"

"That's what Harry said about Gwen," I point out and Harry covers his face with his hands.

"Can we not mention that. That's in the past."

"Fine."

"So what I was saying," Liam continued, "You guys can all come to our performances."

"What's your band name?" Zayn asked.

"One Direction."

"That's stupid," Niall laughed, "What does that even mean?"

"It means we're all going in the same direction, as a band."

"But what's the direction? Right, left? Up? Down?"

"That's not the point," Liam groaned, rolling his eyes, "The point is we are all going the same way."

"What if that way is the wrong way?" Zayn asked and he and Niall bump fists.

"You two are impossible!"

**

Another change that came summer was my parents had officially decided to separate.

Mom didn't tell me and the girls why exactly and left the reason for the split on the lines of, 'we just don't work well together anymore, but we still love you all dearly and will continue to love and take care of you... just from separate houses.'

The twins were too young to understand the significance of this new arrangement but Lottie, Fizzy, and I spent many long evenings in my room discussing our fate.

"My school is doing a play of an orphan named Annie," Fizzy told Lottie and me one night. "Do you think we'll be orphans?"

"Of course not," Lottie snapped, "This is just a separation. As far as we know it's just a break. They aren't making the split legally so there's a possibility they might get back together."

"But is that really what we want?" I had asked, "When they are together things are awful and we were at Harry's almost every weekend while they argued so much. Maybe if they do split, they'll both be happier."

"What about the movie The Parent Trap?" Fizzy piped up, "Maybe they'll separate us from each other too!"

"Fizzy," Lottie was going to lose it, "You're way too immature to be here with your silly ideas that are all based around movies. Lou, why is she even here?"

"Because she's part of this family too and she deserves to know what is happening."

"Fine but act older Fiz. This is serious stuff."

"I'm sorry," she whimpers, climbing into my lap, "No need to be mean. This is hard for me too."

Lottie's face softened and she scooted over to wrap us both in a hug. I could smell the fruity shampoo they both used, and I inhaled, letting her arms engulfed us as she said, "I'm sorry too Fiz. I was being a bitch. We're in this together as siblings."