Being a Sister of the Drummer (One Direction Fan Fiction)

*Chapter 4*

{ Chapta dedicated to @love_1D_and_5SOS bc she's been so kind and sweet to me. Loveyaa, Ash :* }

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Angel's P.O.V

"Don't forget where you belong, home." Josh sang, loudly if I may add, as we entered our home.

"Song title?" I asked nonchalantly while closing and locking the door behind me.

He was shocked for a moment. I don't really understand why. "Why'd you wanna know the title? I know you don't really give a fudge about One Direction's songs."

That doesn't really answer my question, but oh well. So One Direction sang that song! Now I know why he was so shocked. Ha-ha. 

Let's just say I'm not really a fan of my brother's band and he knows it. What? He's the drummer, considered as a part of the band. And I just don't really like them.

"I didn't know they sang it." I shrugged and went to the kitchen leaving Josh in the living room.

Opening the fridge, I took two cans of coke and went back to where Josh was seating.

"Where's mom and dad?" He asked after taking a can from my hand.

"Oh right. Mom's at home and--" as if on cue, Mom rushed down the stairs and went to Josh hugging the life out of him.

"Oh, Josh! I missed you so so so so so much!" Mom exclaimed kissing Josh's cheeks while saying so, which is five times.

"Mom." I just stood there feeling amused, watching them while Josh groaned.

Mom pulled out of the hug and looked Josh up and down. "Look how much you've grown! Ben, come downstairs!"

Did I ever tell you I have a twin named Ben? No? Read again. Now I told you.

Ben Devine is my twin. We have lots of things in common. One of them is having passion on photography. We love to take photographs and that's one of a few things that brings us closer. 

Ben came running down the stairs.

 "What now, mom?" Ben groaned. "Oh. Hey twinzie, hey Joshie."

"Wait. . . Joshie?" Dumb faggot. "He's-- You're here? Oh my god I missed you man!" See? Told you. Dumb faggot.

They did their silly but cool handshake which consists of a bro fist, high-five, a snapping sound coming from their wrist and a flick in the forehead. I mean, how'd they do that snapping?

Mom looked over at me and her eyes widened.

"What?"

"Did you wear those," she motioned towards my outfit, "when you picked Josh up in the airport?" Disbelief was prominent in my mom's voice.

I looked down at my outfit. Sweatpants, hoodie, a simple slipper, and to top it all off, my hair was in a messy bun. And it was pretty messy. Strands of hair sticking out everywhere.

"Uhm, yeah. I don't really give a fugg." I tried not to cuss.

"You should. What will people think about you when they see you wearing those type of clothes?"

Let me tell you this. Mom likes us to be well organized and good grooming. But she isn't a perfectionist. You get me?

As she turned around to face Josh, I mumbled an "I don't really care what they think mom." and rolled my eyes.

"Okay so you're dad will be home at six and he told me he reserved a dinner at a restaurant. Dress nicely." She addressed the last sentence to me.

We, Ben and I, helped Josh with his luggage and tried to help Josh unpack. Keyword: tried.

"Ugh, I'm so tired." I groaned, plopping down on his bed.

"I should be the one getting tired. Not you." Josh shot back.

"I should be the one getting tired. I was the one who helped mom with the chores. That was so tiring." -Ben

"Hahaha, no. I was the one on tour with the lads and my hands hurt like crazy." -Josh

"Well maybe you should stop masturba-"

"Enough." -ME.

They both looked at me. I continued, "We need to dress up for dinner."

Ben went back to his room, Josh started picking what clothes to wear, while I just lay down on his bed.

"You need to dress up, too."

"I know."

And then, he lied down next to me. "Don't forget where you belong, sis."

"Err, wut?" What is he talking about?

He rolled his eyes at me. "The title of the song."

What song? Oh.

He carried me, opened my door, and dropped me on my bed. "Now dress up. Dad's here already."

"How'd ya know he's here already?" He didn't answer my question because he already closed the door.

Well, I guess it's dinner time already.

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