Louis' Sister, the Autistic One

Louis' Sister, the Autistic One: Chapter One

                                          -Chapter One-

     "I promise, June," Louis says in a serious, calm tone. It was almost unheard of the chap to do this. "You would've had my neck if I told," now its gone. He slings his arm over my shoulders and pinches my cheek. "Now come on, Junie, before the lads blow their minds off by waiting so long."

     I follow Louis out of the stretch-Hummer with my over-sized Coach purse and one of my light pink luggage bags. Lou swore that I had everything in my purse. It could be Aspirin or floss, maybe even a damn notebook or a novel. Lou's eyes would widen every time he carried my bag in the mall, swearing it was ten kilos.

     The screaming, raging fans were yelling at Louis, yelling things like, "I love carrots Louis! Marry me!" or "You and Eleanor are the most epically couple ever!" I had an urge to cover my sensitive ears, but I need to be 'normal.' I can't look like an 'Aspie' or else they would treat me different, and that's not what I want.

     Louis and Paul squish me between them, trying to protect me from the fans accidental scratches and pushes. Louis always took pride in being my big brother, never making me feel different from my younger sisters. He treats me like... June. Not the Autistic girl who got bullied at her school. Louis isn't the kind of person who treats you different from everyone, unless you did it to him or his family.

     "Crazy, huh!" he shouts/chuckles over the raging fans. I didn't answer until we were in the privacy of the lobby, where only the people with rooms could be in.

     "Craziest I've been to in a while," I answer softly in the elevator. Louis smiles down at me and presses floor seventy.

     "I'm not trying to be rude or mean, I sometimes worry about you and the crazy male fans. But do you have your mace spray I gave you yesterday? Mum would kill me if she thought I left you unprotected." I nod at his reply, pulling out my key-chain to reveal the bedazzle mace-spray he gave me just yesterday.

     "Did I give you a credit card too?" I giggle lightly, it seems awfully funny how much he asks me questions, so sweet too,

     "Yes mum!" I reply and bump my left hip into his. I hold in my laughter when he almost falls over but stop when I see his face. "Don't you dare, Louis William Tomlinson!"

     "SUPERMANAH!" He bellows and rips open his button-up top to reveal a "Superman" symbol shirt. Louis picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, then begins running out of the elevator.

     "Our bags!" I exclaim.

     "Paul will get them sissy!" I just lie there dead-looking, seeing no reason to fight my older brother. He wouldn't put me down until we got into the room, if he had a plan he would either get me later tonight or tomorrow. "Louis Tommo Tomlinson up, up and away!" he bellows and slides in the key. "Honey! I'm home!"

     "I'll do your laundry if you put me down, Lou," I beg.

     "Okie-dokie! That's what I was going to ask," he grins and puts me down on the plush carpet floor. Paul comes in seconds later and sets my purse on top of my two bags of luggage.

     "Thank you," I say with a light smile.

     "Is June here!?" A mixture of British and Irish accents yell from what I believe is the sitting room.

     "Find out for yourselves lads!" Louis yells back and grabs my two luggage bags.

     "I like your new look, Boobear," a dark-curly haired boy snickers.

     "Really? June here just told me it complimented me eyes!" I laugh lightly, Louis picks up my purse as if it weighs a thousand kilos. "What do you have in here?!"