"Niallllll!!!" Olivia jumps out of her seat and into my arms. I greet her with a kiss and hold her to me tight, never wanting to let go. "I missed you so much," I whisper into her wispy dirty blond hair. She smiles up at me eagerly as I finally let go and address the situation around me.
The first thing I see is Harry, his curls wrapped up into two space buns and sticking his tongue out at everyone in the room, pretending to be Miley Cyrus. Then, Lou, my hairstylist, is holding baby Lux over a drum set she's banging blindly on. Louis and Eleanor look confused and Zayn is talking to Perrie in a corner. Liam has his head in his arms (poor Daddy Direction's all stressed out) and Paul is shouting over the loud music streaming from speakers overhead. I'm surprised I don't spot any police cars from the window on the street, coming for complaints from the hotel room's neighbors.
And lastly there's Raye. She looks like she just walked into heaven. Loud noise is all she needs to forget the fight. But, at this point, I don't really care. I'm just concentrated on helping Paul and Liam to clean this room up and not get the cops called on us. "HEYYYYYY!!!" Everyone, including Lux, turns their head towards me. "Are you crazy? The cops are gonna be called!" And although the music stops playing, and everything settles down, no one starts to get everything back in order. Suddenly, everyone's either passed out on the couch or the floor and Eleanor and Louis are escorting Raye out the door. They all seem just as confused as I feel.
Raye's POV-
When i walk into the hotel room, I know this is just what I need to forget my fight with Niall. To forget my dad, my mom, and to forget Sawyer. Until i feel a warm, strong hand on my back, whirling me around and out the door. When the door slams behind me and we're in the empty hallway, I turn around again to see Louis Tomlinson, the famous singer I've only seen on television and YouTube. Eleanor's there too, a kind grin plasted on her face.
"What're you doing in there, lass?" Louis asks, sounding just like Niall. "I... um...." Suddenly I'm confused. Sure, he know who I am, right? Eleanor is peering into my face, eyes squinted. "You look familiar.... are you related to Nialler?"
"Um... yeah."
Louis' face lights up. "Are you Jen?" My heart sinks. Apparently Niall talks more about our 2nd cousin than he does of his own sister.
"No. I'm Raye." Louis stares at me in confusion and I feel like crawling into a hole. Why hasn't my own brother ever talked to his best friends about me? As the hotel door room opens again, my throat burns, threatening to close and make me choke on my tears. Stop it, I tell myself as Niall steps into the hallway. Why do you even care? You don't. But for some unknown reason, I do, and when I look at Niall, the tears come out of my eyes and spill onto my cheeks. I'm running out of sight of him, and I feel stupid because I still don't understand why I'm so upset. But at the same time, way deep down inside of me, I do.
