My Brother the Popstar

Chapter 30: Forever Young

A/N:

Before you read...

I can't believe this is the last chapter to MBTP. This book has been my own little corner of the universe, and I hate to see it end. I've been able to get out all of my feelings through it. It has honestly been an amazing journey throughout this book, and I couldn't done it without you guys supporting me the whole way. So, thank you.

That surprise I've been talking about will come at the end of the chapter. :)

-M x

P.S, Sorry for not updating for so long, but my laptop was broken. The good news is, I got a new one for Christmas. By the way, Merry Christmas!

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*Rachel's POV*

"Aw, I can't believe our babies are growing up, Michelle!" Mum squeals to Ms. Mitchell, and Ms. Mitchell nods.

"I know, Karen, It's going to be so different without having them in the house!"

"All of my baby birds have left the nest." Mum says sadly, putting her arms around me and Liam's shoulders.

"Aw, Mum!" I exclaim, wrapping my arms around her in a tight hug.

Us girls are standing around in the driveway. Meanwhile, the boys are doing our dirty work, loading our stuff into an SUV that Paul, the boys' manager had come to pick us up in.

"Jesus, How much stuff do you need?" Harry cries. The curly-haired boy stumbles over a few loose stones in our walkway. The amount of luggage he's carrying causes him to almost teeter over, but he catches himself just in time.

"Quit complaining, Harry." Paul commands as he easily lifts two duffle bags full of our shoes into the trunk.

"Humph. Show-off." Harry huffs. We all laugh at him.

Paul is really very nice, I can tell why the boys treat him like their father. I'm sure he sometimes has to act like a father while he's on the road with them. It's also really sweet that all of the fans know his name and show him just as much dedication as they do to the boys. Paul is awesome, and if you ask me, his Irish accent is way cooler sounding than Nialler's.

Niall and I have already had several arguments about this.

We're preparing to go to London, as the Summer has finally come to an end and it's almost time for Miley and I to start school. We'd agreed that both me and Miley would be living with Liam in his flat, and he would be watching out for us. Of course, this was after a very strict talking to by both of our mothers. Most the talk included "being a woman in today's world" and how we "really need to watch out for ourselves in today's society" (things that Miley and I were already both painfully aware of). 

Mom and Ms. Mitchell also talked to Liam about taking care of us. They lectured him for what seemed like hours, but was probably just twenty minutes. It included a bit of what the three of us should do if Miley or I broke up with Niall and Louis(just in case, because you always need a backup plan), and what to do in case of an emergency. You know, classic mom stuff. I'm glad we have those plans in place, because it makes me feel a whole lot safer going into a big city where I practically know no one. 

As for me and Louis, we're better than ever. We've been on many dates, and we haven't heard from Zack since 'the incident', as we're now calling it. Oh, and I got a diagnosis for my panic attacks.I just have to take a pill once a day, and I won't faint or anything.