Project (1D) Family

Chapter 10 - the Fight

10 The Fight

Okay, I haven’t updated in twelve-ever, so it’s a long-ish update.

We got home exhausted.

I texted Harry How r u going and he replied Leaving in half an hour, home in an hour if traffic is ok.

I glanced at my watch; takeout for dinner sounded good.

“Okay guys, just keep quiet for half an hour. I’m going to take a bath,” I said. I unloaded all the bags and put them in the cupboard under the stairs (THE HARRY POTTER CUPBOARD!!) and slipped off my ankle boots.

“Do not put on my shoes!”

Grace had started doing that; she would ‘borrow’ them and then fall down the stairs or attempt to bounce on the trampoline or something.

Jogging – more like slowly trudging – up the stairs, I grabbed a pink striped T-shirt, jeans and some Ugg boots from my room and went into the bathroom. I locked the door, turned the bath on and dumped a bunch of scented things into the tub. As soon as I found the matches, I lit the candles and turned off all of the light switches except one: the one that had the lightbulbs surrounding the mirror, like a movie star’s mirror. They were also pink, as were the candles and the towels, and sent a rosy glow over the cream wall tiles and beige floor tiles. In case you haven’t noticed, my favourite colour was, as cliché as it sounds, pink. Ty’s was purple; we had been friends for a long time and had many matching pink-and-purple things – shirts, shoes, necklaces, bracelets, even a swimsuit.

Relaxing into the pink, sweet-smelling water, I breathed deeply and closed my eyes. I had set my phone to start playing music at ten minutes, and until then I could sleep.

Wait. Sleep in the bath? I think I’d probably drown.

Heartache on The Big Screen by 5SOS interrupted my weird train of thought.

And yes, I mean very weird.

Don’t even ask.

No I mean, seriously, don’t.

STOP ASKING!

Going down the stairs I saw the two girls asleep. Dora the Explorer was asking for an answer and they were ignoring her, curled up together.

“Aaw,” I whispered, taking a picture. Finally, children with some sense to ignore Dora.

Don’t worry, I turned the flash off and didn’t wake them; I’m not that stupid.

Louis was playing LEGO quietly, and I smiled softly when he looked up. He returned it and then went back to his game.

I texted Harry Pizza for dinner and opened the fridge; was I allowed to drink?

Probably not.

Anyway, there was no alcohol in the fridge. Damn.

I got a reply from Harry and ordered one Cheese pizza, one Ham and Pineapple, one Seafood and one Meatlovers. Figuring that would be enough, I logged on to Twitter and flicked through; then my emails; then Instagram. I got a text.

Got in a minor car crash, be there in 10. Harry xx

I texted back Shoot what happened is everyone okay?

Yeah, we’re fine.

I quickly scanned Tumblr, then Facebook; and then, I heard a knock on the door. The girls were now evidently awake, and at the door with Louis.

“Who is it?” I called.

“Jimmy!”

“Who the hell is Jimmy?”