Tiny Dancer (Luke Hemmings' Little Sister)

Chapter 1: 'Cover Up Story'

Putting the finishing touches on my ballet bun that I had recently learned how to do without my mother's help, I grabbed my dance bag and headed out the door to meet my older brother, Jack in the car.

"You ready to go, sunshine?" Jack asked me, and I simply nodded at him. I've been having a hard time recently. One of my three older brothers was in a famous band and my mom didn't want people knowing about me.

I was 'to young to be in the spotlight' or they 'didn't want me to get hate'. I understood for a while, but it started to make me upset when the only time I could be out in public with Luke was if Lauren and Ashton where there.

Our 'cover up story' was that Lauren was my best friend and babysitter so I hung out with her a lot, and that sometimes meant hanging out with the boys too. If I wasn't with Lauren and Harry, I was in dance class. I loved to dance, and quite honestly I had no clue where my talent had come from. Luke always says I get it from him, but we all know that's not true and I'm pretty sure it's impossible since he's my older brother.

"I'll be here to pick you up at 9, okay?" Jack said, as our car ride came to a stop.

"Yup, on the dot. And don't be late cause I have to get up early tomorrow and I need to sleep." I smiled and kissed his cheek before jumping out of the car. Skipping into my dance studio, I pushed the button in the elevator to get to the third floor. Hey, don't judge me for taking the elevator over the stairs. I was about to dance for 4 hours.

"Hey, Har!" My best friend Mackenzie said as she tackled me in a hug like always.

"Hello, Mack!" I giggled while hugging her back tightly. "Let's go to the dressing rooms." We started walking, with our arms wrapped around each other.

"I heard Luke's in LA. Are you going to go visit him? That would be super cool, the talent level there is amazing!" She said. Mackenzie was the only person that knew Luke was my brother outside of family, and the band.

"I wish I could. I miss him so much, but don't want the fans finding out about me. I don't really get it anymore." I frowned. Pulling off my leggings that I always wore over top of my tights, I slipped on my ballet shoes for class. Right as I turned around to start talking to Kenzie again, Myla, the girl who I never really got along with walked up to us.

"What are you guys talking about?" She asked sweetly. But don't be fooled, she's not always like this. It'll hit you like an earth quake, you never see it coming.

"Nothing, just getting ready for class like always. Why do you care anyway?" Kenzie said back in her 'don't mess with us' tone.

"I was just trying to be nice, is that so wrong?" And here it comes. "You should probably get into class and learn so your technique doesn't get any worse then it already is." She smirked before walking away. I just looked at Kenzie with my eyes wide.

"Ignore her, Harley. She just has nothing better to do with her life." She smirked at me much like Myla did. I giggled and followed Kenzie into the studio to start class.