Brother

Five

Louis' POV

Today is sure to be like all the rest. I'll pace around, my mind racing about Ellie and the letter. Then I'll finally have the piece of mind to just relax and go about my normal life, and then I'll be back to the wondering and questioning about her.

I'm currently laying in bed with my eyes shut just imagining situations that probably won't ever happen, like getting an award from the queen and how I'd walk across the stage in an amazing print suit and shake her hand while cameras flash around me.

But I also image scenarios that I hope happen. Like getting a knock on my door, and when I go to answer it, it's Ellie standing there, with a bag in her hand saying she's left home to come live with me. Or going through my mail to find a letter from her. Or even my phone pinging and seeing a text from her.

I've gone most of my life now without her, and everyday there was always this little empty feeling that I could never get to go away. In recent months I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her, and that's when I had the idea to write to her. Sense I sent the letter all I can do is miss her. Of course, the last time I saw her we were both children, but she'll always be my sister and I'll always be her brother, and all I want is the chance to be that for her.

A heavy sigh leaves my lips, and I turn my head to read the clock next to my bed. 9:28am reads in blocky red numbers. I grab my phone and click the screen awake. I scroll down the list of notifications.

Alerts from Twitter and Instagram clutter the screen. A couple texts from Harry and a Snapchat from Liam are all that appear. I was hoping to see something from her. But with nothing there I decide I'll answer the messages I do have. I unlock my phone and hit the messages app. I click Harry's name and read the texts he's sent me.

Harry: Louis! Haven't heard from you in days! You haven't died have you?! Lol No ones seen you around

Harry: Seriously tho... your not dead right

Harry: Louis I swear to god mate answer me back or so help me I'll come over there right now!!

That last one was sent 11 minutes ago. I text him back to calm his mind.

Louis: Mate I'm fine, just laying low for awhile. Been a crazy past few days. Thanks for the concern, but just been hangin home. I'm not dead

I leave my screen awake, and I spot the three dots curiously pop up in the lower left corner, notifying me he's typing. That's quick.

Harry: Jesus Christ man! I was genuinely concerned. No one could get ahold of you. I'm on my way over, you need to leave that house of yours and see some day light. Be over in 10, get dressed and be ready to go when I arrive. No if and or buts. Guys day!

A groan escapes my lips when I know there's no way of getting out of this. Harry's my best mate, and the boy knows how to get his way.

I set my phone down, and roll out of bed. I let my feet hit the floor, and the soft, cream colored fabric of my carpet sinks it's way in between my toes. I slide my feet around awhile then finally force myself off my bed. I walk across my room and into my bathroom. I take a wee then walk to my closet. I throw on some black pants and a long Tommy Hilfiger hoody, and slip some red shoes on. I walk in front of my mirror and move my hair around in hopes to make it look less like I just woke up. When I'm finished with that, I unplug my phone, shove it into my pocket, and walk out of the room.

I walk to the front door and unlock it knowing the second Harry gets here he'll let himself in anyways. I then walk into the kitchen and look around. I pull on the fridge door and peek around. There's an orange sitting on the shelf. I take it out and start to peel it. The citrusy smell hits my nose, and I can't help but smile as it reminds me of my childhood. I loose myself to yet another memory...