STOCKHOLM ➵ tomlinson

twenty three

what's your favourite book series/trilogy/saga? (i.e. divergent, twilight, the mortal instruments) tell me here!

what are your future/dream goals, aspirations, or jobs? what do you really wanna do? tell me here! i would like to become an actor, a singer, or an author. i hope you all continue working hard and dreaming big! :)

JOSEPHINE
monday, about 2 weeks after

I've been avoiding Louis since Monday night and it's been hard for me to shake off this feeling. He knows it too. He doesn't know why I'm ignoring him, and he should never know.

I turned my phone on airplane mode so for the last couple hours, I have been with silence. Thank goodness. No two-faces have tried me again.

Since I'm practically flirting with boredom, I decide to watch TV. My nimble fingers swipe the dusty black remote and turn to the MTV channel. To my luck, they're only playing Teen Mom. I never found much interest in shows like these, so I continue surfing the channels.

I go through about seven channels before my ears catch something I never expected.

"Possible runaway? 18-year-old Josephine Horan had gone missing about two weeks. I'm Jocelyn Webber and you're watching the 8AM Buzz.  Family friends say she was kidnapped, however, after just five days following her disappearance, a post on her Instagram would confuse her loved ones," the news reporter stated.

Scoffing, I toss a grape in my mouth and roll my eyes. I'm sure they loved me.

"Claiming to be an adult already, the girl tells her followers to 'stop searching for her'. With deep concern, fellow schoolmates reject any theories of abuse at school and home," Jocelyn Webber continues. "Her cousins Angelina and Jace Horan decline further interviews for the worried family."

They knew absolutely nothing about me. They had no right to say what was going on. Fury stirs in my head and my jaw hardens. I breathe in and out, in deep breaths, in attempt to calm myself down.

They can't bother me anymore. I'm with Louis.

I had him.

I have Mikey. He's always with me and supporting whatever I do. I can trust him. I know he'll cheer me up.

"Josephine, if you see this. Your family wants you home. They miss you a lot. Please go home. If anyone sees this young girl with brown hair and blue eyes, please contact xxx-xxx-xxxx."

Switching the TV off, I jump off the couch and pad over to Michael's room. 

"Knock knock," I whisper. "Michael?"

I peek my head inside his room. He lays on his stomach, sprawled over his bed like a starfish. Stifling my giggles, my feet find themselves sneaking toward his phone by his head. I was going to take a picture of the messy position he was in and set it as his lockscreen, but I stop myself when I see his current one.

It's older picture of us from when we first met. I completely forgot it existed.

I scroll up and take a quick picture before setting the expensive phone down.

"Wake up!" I scream. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, my small child! It is your time to wake up! Wakey wakey, eggs and bakery! Wake up, my Mike!"

I jump on his bed, aware of his legs and careful not to bruise him. He shoots up, in total fear. I fall down beside him, laughing at his reaction.

"You dumb pickle," he groans out while laughing. "It's wakey wakey, eggs and bakey."

We both fall into hard fits of laughter. I could feel my rock abs forming!

"Will the two of you," a sudden voice chimes in, "shut the hell up?"

I snap my head to the sudden bed and body by the door, just realizing Luke and Michael share a bedroom.

"Sorry," I wince, "we'll go now."

I pull Michael out of bed to push him into his washroom to clean up.

"Horan!" Luke whisper-shouts. "Get your ass in here!"

I assume Michael can't hear him so I jog back into the room to see why this  small but somehow very very tall boy needed me.

"I don't know what game you're playing," he says. "But if you hurt him, he won't be the only one in pain."

My eyebrows raise in surprise. This sudden threat is somewhat funny to me.

So I burst into laughter. 

The blonde boy looks at me in exhausted confusion and gives up.

"Hemmings, listen here," I utter. "I may be just 5'4,!which is nearly a foot shorter than you, but I will fight you still."

A smile slowly cracks on his face as I stride out the room. He confuses me more than my own feelings for Louis.

That would imply that I had any for Louis. I don't. Right?

Slowly, I get back to Michael, with clouded thoughts.

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HEY HOWS EVERYBODY DOING TONIGHT

i hope your breaks are going well, and if you're still in school, keep working hard! you got this! :)

ill try to post more because i got back into the feel of writing this book and story! i have more of an idea where i was going with this when i began this 2/3 years ago!

DO YOU EVER FINISH A MOVIE SERIES/BOOK SERIES AND GET REALLY EMO BECAUSE THATS ME RIGHT NOW

i know the movies kinda sucked (at first mainly/especially BUT ONLY AT FIRST AND THEY GOT BETTER I SWEAR) but twilight. not everybody likes them but i just miss the 2009 days ahh!! i love them so much-- the books which i have yet to finish and the movies-- just because of how cute and close and kind and funny the cast were and how they played out the characters ahh!! okay im done im sorry.

thank you for being patient with me. i appreciate it very much. thank you all! :) have a great day!

-el