1: Summer Begins

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It must be sunny today. Of course it is, its Summer. I watch as tiny rays of sunlight dance through the edges of my curtains, if the suns out that means there will be boys out on the lake. I close my eyes as I drift into my daydream of tanned guys with perfectly muscular bodies that were covered in shiny droplets of water.

Perfect.

In a few hours I will no longer be known as a little kid and I will be allowed to hang out with the older guys. Greg said he was fine with it, I guess he doesn't really care as he will be able to see Gemma. Greg has had a crazy crush on the Styles' girl ever since kindergarden and this year he's going to grow some balls and ask her out, or so he says. Mom's the only one that doesn't want me to tag along with the older kids as she thinks I will leave Louis out. Annoying little brothers.

Being the odd one out sucks. Harry and Zayn Styles are both eighteen (well they should be, their twins), Greg and Gemma hang out with the twins as they are both nineteen and Louis who is nine, is pretty much joint at the hip with Liam Styles who is ten. Then there's me, and I have just turned fifteen.

I roll over and try to get back to sleep, hoping to dream of- "Niall! Niall! Niall!"

"Bugger off, Louis. I'm trying to sleep."

"But mom says you have to help me pack my bag, 'cause we're leaving today." Louis whines and pouts, jumping onto my computer chair and spinning around.

"Ugh, Fine." I groan and toss my sheets out of the way, curling my toes up as I stretch. Standing up I tug my boxers up a bit higher on my hips, I was going to be flashing someone soon if they slid down anymore. "Just get out so I can have a shower."

Louis stuck his tongue out at me before racing back down the hall and skipping down the stairs. I grab a white tank top and some grey skinny jeans out of my drawers, I pull out some socks and toss the outfit on the floor of my bathroom. Making sure the door was locked I strip off my boxers and turn on the water Once it had heated up I step under the stream and relax as the droplets cascade down my body.

Ten minutes later,-after washing myself four times and styling my hair so it sat perfectly- I was finally ready to start the day. I quickly snatch my phone of my bedside table and trot down the carpeted stairs, missing every second step.

"Morning, mom." I walk into the kitchen and give her a peck on the cheek, before snatching one of the pieces of toast she was buttering off the plate.

"Hey!" I only shrug as she lightly slaps my hand before shaking her head and going back to the toast. "I should tell you to get a proper breakfast, Niall. But seeing as you need to go help Louis, I'll left you off. Now shoo." She waved a hand at me in dismissal.

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Opening the door to Louis' room, I step over his many PSP games, accidentally crushing the case to one of them. "Niall! You're lucky that was a spare case, or else I'd tell mom."

Yes my little brother Louis was a momma's boy, not that he would admit it.

"She'd listen to a fifteen year old more than a nine year old."

"Whatever." He sticks his tongue out at me once again, wiggling it for extra effect.

"Stop being so childish."

"Stop being so childish." He mocks me and opens his closet to decide on some outfits to pack.

"Twat."

"Mom! Niall called me a twat!" he shrieks with his head still buried deep in his closet.

"Niall, be nice to your brother please!" I roll my eyes as mom calls up the stairs at me. Opening Louis' drawer I pull out a few pairs of shorts and some socks, I chuck them onto the suitcase he has pulled out from under his bed.

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