Security's Sister

The Plan

Liam's POV:
It's been a few days now since Evan's birthday so I figured someone should bring up the topic of what we are doing during our break.

"BOYS! COME TO THE KITCHEN!" I yell hoping to get their attention.

As soon as the boys file into the kitchen I get started "Okay do we all have a Plan while we go on break, its still a few months but I would love for us all to call or text our family's to tell them so they can prepare." I continue, "But we all know Evan will have a rough time with his family so we will of course go with during this upcoming American holiday."

Louis interrupts "Which one is it again?"

Niall asks "Is it the one with lots of food, because I would love to celebrate that one."

"It's the one where families gather around a table to celebrate the peace made between Americans and Indians, they have turkey, biscuits, corn, mashed potatoes, and other veggies." I inform them.

"I like that one." Niall added in.

"But do you think they will let us in?" Zayn asks.

"I sure hope so." Evan adds.

"I know they will!" Harry yells, receiving stares from us all. " We could all use a little hope." He says jokingly.

"In a few months, the beginning of November, we will leave for our separate families. We can do what we please until November 23, where we will all meet in New York, New York. At New York we will have a photo shoot, get a hotel, and sleep. The very next morning we will fly to Evan's family's town, get a nearby hotel, sleep and go to Evan's house around dinner time." I tell them the exact plan Uncle Simon told me over the phone.

"We only get a month for our break?" Louis asks.

"No we get 5 but one of those we will spend with Evan's family, after a month everything should be sought out. Otherwise Evan will spend Christmas with one of us." I add.

"Hopefully that doesn't happen." Evan adds depressed.

"Cheer up lad, any family would be lucky to have you." Niall says gleefully.

"No, I'd be lucky to have any family." Evan quietly replied.

"If they don't accept you then so be it! The One Direction family accepts you for who you are." Harry says lightening the mood.

"I hope they aren't too mad at me." Evan added and for a second I saw a glimmer of hope.

Laura's POV:

"Why did I have to talk?"

"I messed everything up!"

"Am I getting over him? NO!"

I started talking to myself that night after I locked the door, no one has come in or out.
I can hear everything in the house, including my parents fighting and my mom "sleeping" on the couch. I think no one is getting any sleep. I think it's been a week, I haven't touched my phone.

I hear every time my phone pings from a text message. They are probably from Keaton and Liza, Liza doesn't deserve this but I can't talk to any one.

I decide to do my makeup to hide my ugliness.
Once I'm finished, I scream, there is no hiding the ugly. I can't even taming it. A drop of black comes from my eye, I forgot which mascara I was using.

I grab a canvas and paint what I see, a close-up of my eye with black streaming from it.

A gleam of light stretches into my face. The blinds! I run to shut them, I almost loose my balance.

I look at what I would've fell to, a paintbrush.
I put it away and take a look at my room, which looks like a tornado blew through it.
I start to clean while my art dries. As I clean I find books, dirty clothes, old movies, video games, posters, food, food wrappers, and a camera. Was this the camera my brother, sister and I made videos on?

My questions are answered when I turn it on to one of the videos. I pressed play and memories started to fly back, Sherrie's laugh, Evan's dirty jokes, my creativity. More mascara floods down my face when I look at the weird picture we took, half the pictures, Evan gave us bunny ears. Sherrie was born to preform, you could tell with the dedication in some of our plays. I was full of artistic capability with all or the backgrounds I made, taping posters together and painting like a madman.

We had a video where we were on a cook show and I was the host starring Sherrie and Evan as the guests and we would talk into a whisk as a microphone. It all ended in a huge food fight and my parents walking in. When they asked whose fault it was we would all point at someone else.

We had so much fun then.

I miss it, her, him, happy parents.

Why did it have to end, them leaving me behind.

I pick up my phone as it pings once more.

283 unread messages from Keat
400 unread messages from Liza
Great
It's all spam basically Liza wanting to know what's going on, Keat also wanting to know any news. As if on cue there's a knock on my door.
"Laura open up its us." I hear Liza shout through the door.
"Come on Laura." Keat adds on.
I pretend to sleep when the door busts open.

I start to cry as Liza soothes "It's alright honey we are here." I sob, as she points to Keat and gestures to the door. Once he shut the doors Mom Liza kicks in and points to my bathroom.
"Shower, you, now." She orders as I nod my head.
I finish my shower and Liza cracks the door enough to pass me an outfit but not for her to see me.
I dry off, slide the clothes on brush out my hair. I decide to blow dry my hair and curl it.

When I'm finished I wipe all the makeup off, and put waterproof mascara and eyeliner on with a light pink baby lips.
I walk out to Keat sitting on my bed and Liza pacing like crazy.
"Can we go to the back yard?" I manage to get out.
"Yeah." Liza says tearing up, I don't think she was prepared to hear my voice this early.

As we walk outside to the upper deck connected to my room, I realize how bare our backyard is. We only have a pool, which is sad considering my dad is famous and my mom and stepdad are lawyers.

"We should build a treehouse." I suggest.

"That was random." Liza adds.

"Let's do it." Keat says not waiting for an answer.
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Authors note:
Wow, this got pretty intense, but that's alright. some changes I made 1.) Evans birthday, I changed it to January. I think that's it, if you see something comment or inbox me privately. it's up to you.
Song of the week: Fight song by Rachel Plattern, I find it really inspiring.
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