"Tyler's pov"
                              
                              I jump off of my couch, and go throw on some clothes, Darcy and I never meet up anymore, so I was quite surprised when she called. 
                              
                              We hung out a lot for a while, but we both got busy with work, so we text a bit, but never actually meet up, so I know something big, or important must have happened.
                              
                               I miss her, hopefully we can stay in touch. I GET TO GO SEE MY BABY SISTER!
                              
                               We were pretty close growing up, even though there is a pretty big age gap, I grab my keys and phone, and jump in the car, driving towards her house in silence, just thinking about why she wanted me to go. 
                              
                              I arrive shortly, and go to knock, but decide to just walk in, darn she should lock her doors.
                              
                              "Darcy?" I ask.
                              
                              "Tyler, thank God" She says, as she walks in to my open arms, she looks so tired.
                              
                              "Hey little sis."
                              
                              "Hey Big Bro, how are you?"
                              
                              "Pretty good, better now that I have seen you again, it's been what, a year?"
                              
                              "Close to that, far to long."
                              
                              "Now why did you call me?" I ask
                              
                              "Well, Um, I will explain over coffee, or tea?"
                              
                              "Fine, coffee please" I say with a sigh, knowing she is stalling.
                              
                              She puts the pot on, then comes and sits on the bar stool across from me.
                              
                              "it all started at the Grammy's, Harry Styles got asked a question about being on stage with me, and then I ran off stage at the end, to get ready, then he came to my change room, and tried to talk to me, about everything, but I got mad and didn't let him finish, he sent me a letter, trying to convince me, it got here three days ago, but Luke was here and I knew he would go and kill him, so I waited until today, he told me to meet him at a cafe at 4:30 and I did, a few minutes late, he explained his side, I explained my point of view,  told him I would call him, and then I ran out, crying."
                              
                               I was shocked, I thought she was calling to get me to go get her feminine hygienic's, or something because she is never open with people, but I'm gonna do what a good big brother should, listen, give advice, and try not to kill him.
                              
                              "Shoot, I have to go pick Maria up, she is with Ashton, you still gonna be here when I get back?"
                              
                              "I'm not going anywhere, little sis, how about I order a whole bunch of take-away, and we hang out and watch movies, eat tons of junk food,  drink some booze, and just hang out, like we used to?"
                              
                              "Heck yeah, but don't you work tomorrow "
                              
                              Crap.
                              
                              "Eh, I can call in sick"
                              
                              "You rock, Ty, thank you"
                              
                              "I try" I say and she laughs
                              
                              This is what I missed, having my baby sister.
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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FanfictionShe Was Lost, Maybe Just Starting To Recover, But Nobody Could Tell. He Had Broken Her, And He Had Watched As She Crumbled. He Was Broken, He Knew He Caused Her Pain, He Could See Her On The Magazines, Looking Broken, And To Far To Even Hope To Heal...
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  