Siblings (an O2L FanFiction)

London

~Abby~

The morning was honestly horrible. I woke up with a pounding headache and a guilty feeling. I was so exhausted, yes I slept last night but only 3 hours.

It was 10 in the morning when I booked my flight. Tears were in my eyes as I tried to gather up enough courage to talk to Connor.

I knocked on his door, "C-Connor?" I asked shakily.

"Come in!" He said. He was laying down on his end scrolling though Tumblr.

I say on the edge of the bed, "c-can I talk to you?" I stuttered, not looking him in the eye.

He placed his laptop on the nightstand and sat up straight. "What is it Abby."

I bit my lip, "well, I... I am moving to London, Connor." I said quietly, I gazed up but didn't dare look in his direction.

"Why Abby?" He asked, his voice strained and confused.

"Im so stressed, Kian hurt me... I'm moving in with my friend Dan and Phil." I said.

Connor sighed, "what did Kian do?" He asked.

I shook my head, saying I didn't want to talk about it. Luckily, Connor didn't push it. "When do you leave?" He asked, sadness in his voice that made me feel guilty.

"Tomorrow." I said, looking into his eyes finally.

His eyes bulged, "what? Why? Why so soon?" He asked, his eyes forming fears of their own.

I shook my head again, "I don't know Connor... But I better start packing." I said and rushed out of the room. I plugged my iPhone into a speaker and put it on shuffle, Famous Last Words by My Chemical romance was first.

Tears rushed down my face and Connor banged on my door. I placed my ear on the door to hear him crying on the other side. "Abby, I love you... Okay?" He said, after that I didn't hear anything.

"I love you too." I whispered, I know he couldn't hear but I couldn't help it.

I put my music up higher and cried to myself. This is pathetic, I thought, wiping my own tears away. I ignored my own thoughts and focused on my packing. I packed some of my clothes, a couple books, the stuffed animal that I could never forget, all my fan-art and my photo album.

'Dan, I leave tomorrow. - Abby.'

'Ok, Phil and I will pick you up at the airport!!! - Dan.'

I laughed at his response and packed my carry-on. A sweater, extra socks, a book, a sharpie and all my phone accessories.

A couple songs into the playlist and Photograph by Ed Sheeran began to play. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. With the state I was in, this was not the song for me. I cried harder as the song continued on.

Now, I was tried of music - I was tired in general. I sighed and turned the music off before opening the door. My room felt sweaty and hot while the air in the hallway was cool and crisp, like someone blasted the air conditioner.

I silently went downstairs then into the kitchen. I brewed myself some coffee and drank it. "Hey Ricky, I see your up." I said dryly as Ricky walked into the kitchen.

He chuckled, "I'm exhausted."

I laughed bitterly, "why?" I asked, sipping on my coffee.

"I had a rough night, I guess." He shrugged and poured some coffee into his light brown mug.

I looked away and sipped on my coffee, you're telling me. "I bet." I muttered.

"So what are you doing today, Abbigail." He asked and giggled lightly.