My Brother Louis

Chapter 1

Lottie's POV

"Oh come on Fizz! Just ONE game! I promise I won't cheat this time." I begged. Fizzy wouldn't play with me after I cheated at 'Monopoly' last time, but it's not the winning that counts and she needs to learn that. Well, maybe wining does count for something.

"No Lottie! You're two years older than me, it's not fair! Anyway, Louis said he wanted to talk to us before tea, so we need to find out what that was about now or else we'll mis out on gossip. Maybe..." She said, trailing off at the end when she realised how wrong her word choices were. Like Louis would ever tell us anything seriously. He doesn't have a serious bone in his body and can't go five minutes without making us scream in pain or laugh until out tummy's hurt.

"I can't believe you are falling for that! Louis is 18. Why would he tell an 11 year old and a 9 year old what he's thinking? My words were more sour than they meant to be, every word dripping with a hint of venom.

"So you're not coming. Great. I only agreed because I assumed you would be accompanying me. Now it's just boring." Her voice was small and cute, but there was a hint of passive aggression present. Strange for a 9 year old. Very strange.

"Oh no, you must have heard me wrong! I want to come, to see you crash and burn when he tricks you ONCE AGAIN. I don't want to hear you go on and on about it and how you really believe he's being genuine!" I practically hooted. I didn't believe a word she was saying

I fell back onto my pink-checked duvet on my tiny single bed and turned my head to glance at my smaller, brown haired sister who was sitting on her identical bed, not a foot away. Our room was tiny, barely fitting our two beds and a single wardrobre in. The beds were sliver and metal, cold and hard, the wardrobe was meant to be 'shabby chic', but it just looked shabby. Our carpet was engrained with dirt that had been left by us for years, ever since we were old enough to be in cots. The walls were meant to be white, but again had worn grey over the years and had started to peel away. The whole room was just sad, but we couldn't tell mum that, she'd never forgive us.

We weren't poor, by any standards. We had plenty of clothes, food to eat, beds and seperate bedrooms, we go to good schools and have no 'family issues'. But we weren't rich, but who is? People can never be satisfied with what they have, they always have to have more than what they have been give. But lets face it, there will always be something you can't have and people want that thing. For example, I want to model for a fashion line at some point. That would just be amazing. And I know it's not a thing, but is an experience and of course, I can't have it. So I want it.

"Lottie! Are you coming or what?" Fizzy's voice was distant to me now, after I got lost in my thoughts. I had almost completely forgotten what she was talking about. Nevertheless, I rose up and ran over to the doorway where she was waiting and we hopped along the length of the hallway together to Louis' room and then pounded on the door.

The Fray was blaring from his favoured speakers and there was a faint hum from somewhere in the room, obviously Louis. Fizzy went to go and knock on the door again because he clearly didn't hear us the first time, but I stopped her. The song Louis was singing wasn't the song blaring from the speakers, it was different. Slower. Gentler.

"Hey there Delilah whats it like in New York City..."

Fizzy and I turned our heads to each other and our jaws dropped to the floor as we listened to him carry on with the song that was so beautifully sung

"Oooh so what d'you do to me-ee, oh so what d'you do to me. What d'you do to me-ee-ee?"

His voice was a little pitcy in that part but still good all the same. we glanced at each other in pure amazement again before barging into the room to see him standing with a hairbrush in his hands and headphones over his ears.