Tally Tale 卌 [DISCONTINUED]

Nine

(I update when I want I'm punk rock. Nobody's reading this at the moment anyways)

(Notice the chapter name. jaNINE. Yes 9 is my favourite number for the sole reason that it's in my name)

(But guys literally his hand is bigger than his face. Yes this the only photo I have that can prove that.)

(Anyways, chapter. Alright. Let's go.)

I place my empty bowl in the sink, walking stiffly through the thick tension filling the room. I sigh, walking to the living room and plopping onto the couch.

I lean my head back, closing my eyes. I drift into a light day dream, dreaming of what my life could've been like. Suddenly, something hits my chest, startling me awake.

"Alright." Mali instructs. "We're going out to pick up Harry from school. Then, we're going to a secluded beach. Ashton and Calum, you guys have to sit in the back and you can't look out the windows."

I see clothes in my lap. Black jeans and a black and grey striped shirt were the things that hit my chest.

"Get changed, get ready." She says. I nod, walking to the bathroom. I change out of my pyjamas, having a little bit of a struggle to put on my black skinny jeans. The black and grey striped shirt turns out to me a long sleeves shirt. I slip it on, noticing it shows my collar bones and goes over my palms.

(From the Amnesia lyrics video guys. The one that made him look absolutely adorable.)

I look in the mirror, noticing how small I look in the sweater. I frown at my long hair falling in my face.

"Mali!" I yell. Footsteps echo and she stops in front of the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

She enters, looking me up and down.

"What's up?" She asks.

"My hair." I huff as a golden brown strand falls in front of my face again. "Fix it."

She chuckles, reaching in the drawer beside the sink. Mali pulls out a mint green hair brush.

"What are you guys doing-" Calum whines slightly as he walks by but he cuts himself of. "Mali no."

"What?" Mali asks.

"You are vicious when it comes to brushing hair. Ashton doesn't need to know the pain."

"I'm not vicious." Mali scoffs.

"You are. You and your friends never did each other's hair at sleepovers because of it." Calum states. He reaches for Mali to hand him the hair brush. "Let me do it."

Mali huffs in annoyance and gives Calum the brush. "He wants his hair out d his face. I was thinking to do the ponytail. Harry has some of his bandanas here and his fedora. Which one?"

"Fedora." Calum hums, starting to attempt to brush my hair. "Jesus, Ash. When was the last time you brushed your hair."

"I haven't brushed my hair since I woke up." I laugh, wincing a little bit and Calum mutters an apology.

"Ow."

"Sorry."

"Ow."

"Whoops sorry."

"Oooooowww."

"Sorry!"

"Ow, fuck."

"Ow."

"Ow."

(That right there was my childhood. Anyone else have a parent that nearly made your head bleed?)

"I'm so fucking sorry, Ash. It's just a bird's nest here." Calum says. "By the looks of it, your hair is actually a little bit longer than what you saw."

"Why did I not cut my hair?"

"I don't know. But you haven't for a long time. All the ends are really split." Calum hums, examining a chunk of hair. "Do you want to cut it when we get back? Harry could help us."

"My brother? Cutting my hair?" I question. "Is that normal?"

"For the Irwins? Yes." Calum say.

"Ouch."

"Sorry."