Medication (A One Direction Love Story)

Medication (A One Direction Love Story) -T's chapter

Talia's POV

“Monica! Get the bin!” I yelled, trying to make sure he didn’t ruin her designer shoes that she bought with her salary.

“No! You get it!” she yelled back.

“Your shoes are going to be ruined!” I yelled. Alex was getting greener and greener by the minute.

“Eep! My shoes!” she said, running in. She scooped up her Freddy Flats and held them to her chest as she stroked them. Looking at them, she cooed, “My babies. I would never let anything happen to-“

“Reunions later!” I yelled, and pushed our brother, who was six feet tall, into the bathroom and locked the door.

“He’s twenty five years old, for God’s sake. He can take care of his sick self, okay?” Monica said, yawning. I rolled my eyes at my twin.

“Well, he’s also our older brother, so…” I said, shrugging. “You are going to go get his medication from the pharmacy.”

“Why me?”

“Cause I have a date with Dominic,” I replied, fixing my hair in a nearby mirror.

“That bitch of a boyfriend? Really? I thought you left him after he cheated on you with that tree,” she said casually, jumping on the couch.

“Her name was Maple,” I snapped. “Not that I’m defending her, or anything. I forgave him.”

“Hmm… Sure…” she said, squinting at me.

“Oh, hush. You’re just jealous because you don’t have a boyfriend at all. You scare them off with your personality,” I said, but she was staring off into space. “MONICA!”

“Huh? What?”

“Go get the medication! Alex is-“ I was interrupted by a phone ringing to the familiar song called “How to Be a Heartbreaker” by Marina and the Diamonds. I stared at the caller ID. Most girls put names like ‘Babe’ or some sort of nick name for their boyfriend, but I just stuck with his name, Dominic.

“Hello?” I said.

“Hey, babe,” he said.

“You know, guys make up names for their girlfriends because they have so many of them that they forget their names!” Monica said.

“SHUT UP, MONICA!” I yelled, and went in another room. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, TALIA,” Dominic emphasized. “Look, I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to take a rain check. Can we have dinner some other time?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later then,” I said, my tone a bit upsetting. “Bye, Dominic.”

“Bye,” he said, and I hung up.

“I’m just going to guess that you’re coming with me to the pharmacy,” Monica said, smirking at me.

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“Isn’t it this one? It says something about a sore throat,” Monica said, staring at some cough syrup.

“That’s cough syrup, you idiot! Alex has the following symptoms-“ before I could go off naming them, she held her hand up to stop me and closed her eyes. “What are you, some spiritual communist or something?”

“No. You’re sounding like a textbook. I hate textbooks,” Monica said, thumping my forehead. I rubbed the place she had thumped me and continued looking at the over-the-counter medications.

“And we have to go get a prescription. That means the doctor has to call and tell the pharmacy to get the medication ready so we can pick it up,” I said, as we walked to the counter and waited in line.

“No, you idiot! Llamas are mammals,” a boy said.

“You’re just arguing cause you’re a drama llama,” another boy said, making another boy silently laugh. They were in the same line, waiting for medications. There were approximately five of them, each wearing hoodies and sunglasses. One even managed to put on a fake mustache that I found terribly cliché.

“It’s an alpacalypse!” Monica whispered in my ear, and I burst out laughing. Monica’s whisper wasn’t too quiet though. I could hear a giggle behind us. I gave them an odd look. “Did those boys just giggle?”

“Um… The medication’s probably for them,” I told my sister.

“Says the girl who said alpacalypse!” One of the boys said.

“For your information, that was me,” Monica said, snapping her fingers in a Z-Formation.

“Mon, not in public, please,” I told her. A group of about three men stood behind the five boys in line. They looked quite odd-

“EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR!” they yelled, pulling out guns. I belly flopped onto the floor immediately, not even caring who had said it. I just knew that they had a gun. Whoever has a gun can make demands. The five boys and whoever was in the line had all fallen onto the floor, including the pharmacists. I slowly glanced up at Monica, and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. She seemed to be arguing with one of the three men.

“Are you mad!?” I shrieked, tugging her pant leg. “He has a gun! Get on the floor!”

“Get on the floor,” one of the men said in a creepy, calm voice.

“What exactly are you implying? Am I too gorgeous for you, or what?” Monica said sarcastically, flipping her hair.

“I’m overwhelmed, alright,” one of the boys said from his place on the floor.

“Monica, you’ve had your dosage of stupidity this morning,” I scowled, tugging on her pant leg again. “Get down!”

“Hey, da Vinci,” one of the three men said, directing his command to the one arguing with Monica.

“Your name means from Vinci?!” Monica said, astonished.

“How do you know that!?” I said from the floor, astonished of my sister’s random intelligence.

“I pay attention in class, noob. I’m not that stupid,” Monica said, glaring at me.

“Says the girl who says alpacalypse,” says one of the boys from that group of five.

“Didn’t we already cover this!?” Monica frantically said, her cheeks reddening.

“SHUT UP!” one of the men said, giving me a boot in the head. I moaned and grabbed my head.

“That’s not how you treat a girl!” another boy said.

“Shut it, popstar,” one of the men said. “I was going to say, that I think these boys are that stupid band, One Republic or what not?” Monica turned around and her eyes bugged out.

“What are you staring at, Monica!?” I said from the floor, holding a hand to my head.

“N-Nothing,” she repeated with a stutter. One man yanked off a boy’s hat and glasses, ripping off his fake mustache. The boy seemed all too familiar.

Harry Styles.