if youre the one for me then i'll be your hero

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ou're insecure
Don't know what for

"Ugh," Louis groans as he throws his head back. "I'm fucking going to kill her."

You're turning heads when you walk through the door
Don't need make up
To cover up
Being the way that you are is enough

Louis sits up on his bed slowly, careful not to close the book he's currently reading. He was peacefully reading, completely into his novel, when his sister turned the music up. And it's too loud.

Especially because Louis hates this song. In fact, he hates all the songs. The songs, and the singer. Harry Fucking Styles.

Okay, maybe Louis is lying a bit. He actually likes the songs, he just doesn't like Harry Styles. Or maybe he's lying here too. Whatever.

Everyone else in the room can see it
Everyone else but you

He closes his eyes and pinches his nose. Okay. Breathe. In, and out.

Baby you light up my world like nobody else

"Ugh, that's it, I'm done."

Louis stands up abruptly from his bed, sending his book flying away. He furiously heads towards his sister's room. He is so going to destroy her stereo. He knocks at the door – because he is polite – but obviously Lottie doesn't hear him with all the racket.

He sighs and opens the door, discovering without so much surprise his sister on her bed, jumping while singing her heart out, eyes closed.

"You don't know-oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful," Lottie sings.

Louis rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. "Lottie," he yells.

The younger girl opens her eyes and beams at him. "Yeah?" She inquires with a happy voice, although out of breath.

Louis wants to smash her head on the floor. Gently. It's his sister after all. "Turn the volume down."

"Am I not allowed to listen to music now?" She frowns, stopping her jumps.

"You can, but at least turn it down a bit, or turn it off, that'd be better," Louis suggests, raising an eyebrow.

Lottie sighs and plops down on her bed, turning her stereo off. "Happy?" she asks with a fake smile, raising an eyebrow in turn.

"Very." Louis returns the fake smile, tilting his head on the side, then closes the door without another word. He hasn't made two steps when the music starts again.

He sighs and goes to the living room, resigned to watch TV. He can hear his mother humming some song in the kitchen while preparing lunch. He doesn't even have time to turn the TV on and put his feet on the table when Lottie appears before him and takes the remote from his hands.

"What the fuck?" he squawks.

"Language!" scolds his mother from the kitchen.

Lottie settles next to him without a care in the world and changes the channel to the program E!News, that is known to report on celebrity news and gossip and stuff.

Louis grunts when Harry Styles appears on TV. "I was fucking watching," he informs indignantly.

Lottie glances at him and returns her attention on the screen. "No, you weren't. You were just turning it on. But I am watching now, so hush."

He watches her incredulously, mouth opened. What a nerve. Teens nowadays. He drops his head against the back of the sofa. "Moooom."

"Oh come on, Louis," his mom replies as she enters the living room. "Let her watch her show, you know how much she loves the curly boy," she says with an affectionate smile as she glances at the TV. Even his mom seems fond of the fucking singer.