1D: Forbidden

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“Lou!” a voice shouted downstairs. “Lou, are you ready?!”

            I was fumbling with my tie upstairs in my room when my mother’s voice came booming into my eardrums. We were going to be late if I didn’t hurry it up so, I threw the damn tie off and somewhere else. I knew my mum wouldn’t be pleased that I didn’t have a tie to “top off” my tux. But, better on time then late trying to fix a troublesome tie around your neck. Before heading downstairs I grabbed my wallet that carried my driver’s license inside for I knew the punishment that awaited my arrival at the car.

            “You’re driving!”  My mother snapped as she got in the passenger seat. “The nerve of you! Church starts in less than a minute and you have the audacity to take your time getting dressed!”

            My mother is one to exaggerate almost everything when she’s angry. She claims that we have only a minute to get to church when in actuality we have thirty minutes. And it only takes about ten minutes to get there. I usually block her out by turning up the volume on the radio which also causes my sisters to sing louder so they can hear themselves properly but, once my hand inched for the dial my mother smacked my hand away and turned the radio off.

            “Not today mister!” she shouted. “When I talk you best be listening!”

I groaned. “Mother.”

            “Louis, I am not in the mood for your complaints! And another thing! Why aren’t you wearing your tie? How many times do I have to tell you, the-“

“I know! The tie “tops off” the tux. You don’t have to remind me.”

            “Then why aren’t you wearing it?”

I paused. She is not going to like my answer. “I uh…”

            “Come on. Out with it.” She pressured.

“…I don’t….know how-“

“What?”

“I don’t know how to tie it.” I avoided eye contact and kept my eyes on the road. Even when I did I could feel her cold hard stare burning through the back of my head. The ride was a bit quiet for a moment until a small laugh erupted from the backseat. “Guess who’s in trouble.”

I glared at the puny twin called my sister. “Shut it Daisy.”

“Don’t say that to your sister!” My mother finally snapped. “Just drive! I’ll deal with you later.”

                                                                                  ~***~

After arriving at the church we all went our separate ways. The girls all had their little friends to play with before service began as well did my mother with her lady friends. I headed inside and up onto the stage where the lads were. Zayn, Niall, and Liam. They were my bestest friends in the world since our diaper days and always will be because ever since the first day we met we were irrespirable. They were all setting up the instruments on the stage and tuning all the basses and guitars. All occupied with something too busy to acknowledge my presence. So, for fun I quietly grabbed the mic from the stand, turned it on, and dropped it on the floor which caused a screeching blood curdling sound to burst through the speakers. They jumped and Niall screamed causing himself to drop the guitar he was tuning. I laughed.

“What the hell man!” Liam shouted.

“What? I was just having some fun.”

            “Well, your so called fun caused me to almost snap the neck our beloved guitar.” Niall complained as he carefully smoothened out its invisible scratches.

“Don’t you mean YOUR beloved guitar?” Zayn corrected. Niall shot his tongue out.

            “Very mature Niall.” I said while putting microphone back in its place.

            They went back to work and finished rather quickly. I guess I came later than usual then because it normally takes them ten minutes after I arrive to finish up. I sat on the steps of the stage waiting for them to follow my actions. When they did Liam started the conversation.

            “So, tell me.” He began. “Why were you late this time?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Firstly, I couldn’t tie my-“

Niall burst out in laughter. We all stared confused. Then he explained. “You still don’t know how to tie your own tie?!”

            “Shut up Niall! I don’t see you wearing one.”

 He fell silent and the boys laughed. “Go on.” Zayn told me.

“As I as saying, I couldn’t tie the stupid tie around my neck, my mom got mad at me and nagged the whole way here. And you all know when someone is yelling or causing a big distraction in the car I can’t really concentrate on the road a so I drive slowly.”

            Liam put his hand on my shoulder and chuckled. “Lad, that’s why you buy clip-ons.” And he waved his in front of my face.

            As we continued to chat people slowly arrived and began to file through the doors. People greeted others and began conversations as well. The pastor also greeted some friends and families as he made his way up to the podium and as he walked by the lads and I he stopped. He was awfully young for to be a pastor. He was around my mother’s age or older. To many of the women here he was rather handsome.

            “Hello boys.” He smiled. 

“Hey, Pastor John.” We replied.

He was about to go on but he made eye contact with me then stopped again. “Louis.”

“Yes sir.”

            “Keep your mother happy okay.” With that he moved on and my jaw dropped. The boy died in laughter instantly. “I can’t believe your mother complained to the Pastor.” Zayn cried.

‘Shut up!” I was about to get up when one of the ushers came up to me. Eleanor Calder. A very good friend of mine that also goes to my school. We’ve been friends since the first grade when she first moved here. Her long brown hair was down and in its natural waves and she was wear a simple white blouse along with a black pencil skirt, identical to the other ushers, that looked rather nice on her. She smiled a hello.

            “What’s up Eleanor?” I asked.

“Your mum told me to tell you that you’re sitting with her and the girls this time around instead of sitting with your friends.”

            I stood up in shock. “Why?! That’s unfair.”

She held up her hands in self-defense. “Hey, I’m just delivering a message, don’t get mad at me.” And with that she walked away.

            And to make it even worst she’s sitting in the front row. The only reason she’s sitting there is to annoy me and because she thinks that when you sit in the front row you get “full effect”. I don’t know what she means by that. 

“Good luck bro.” Liam padded my back and went to his seat along with the others.

I sighed frustrated.