Louis' Sister, the Autistic One

Louis' Sister, the Autistic One: Chapter Three

-Chapter Three-

My fingers move rhythmically along the black and white keys, I hum the words to 'Paparazzi.' Piano is a daily part of my life, I have to play it first in the morning and before I go to sleep. It is a release from everything around me, from being different from everyone else and I could finally be me. I don't need to act normal. I'm not the Aspie girl in high school that everyone picks on. I'm June, not Louis Tomlinson's 'Autistic' sister, which made me more angry than pure fire when they said it that way.

Paparazzi was the very first intermediate song I played, it has sentimental value to me because of that. The feeling of achieving a song like that is one of the best feeling in the entire world.

I smile and get up from the bench. I am in a five-star hotel, in a five-star restaurant playing a beautiful grand piano, but am in my pajamas. A pair of light pink and black plaid long pants and a black Cami with my fuzzy bunny slippers and cat robe cover me. I do a quick bow and exit the restaurant, going straight to the elevators.

I only play in front of strangers or all by myself. Or else I'll go into panic mode. Louis would always sneak into my bedroom late at night when we were kids to hear me play. I have always kept to myself, but Lou seems to bring me out of my shell when he's around though. That's the great thing about Lou, he can bring anyone out of their shy selves and make them cheeky as can be.

I knock on the suite's door, stupidly forgetting my purse that has the key.

"Is it the cookie man?" Liam yells from the other side of the door.

"We ordered the cookies a few minutes ago, he should be here." Zayn replies.

"Cookie-man-! oh its June! Did you bring any cookies?" Niall asks with hopeful eyes. I shake my head sadly and let out a loud yawn.

"Night guys," I groan, slipping between the boys and opening the door to Lou's and my room. Collapsing on the bed, I try to fall to sleep. Even though how tired I am, I can't fall asleep. Pulling out my phone I go to my new addiction, Twitter.

JunieLovesCarrots: Good methods of falling asleep ladies and gents? x

A rush of tweets reply to my tweet, suggesting me things like counting sheep or drinking a glass of warm milk. One even said to do jumping jacks and push-ups. I clear my mind, closing my eyes and millions of flash-backs filter my mind.

One month ago...

I look over at David, who looked like he was going to die of nerves. Nudging his shoulder I said, "What's made you so nervous?"

"Lucy and I had a fight last night," he gulped and looked down. Lucy was... bitchy. She whined about everything, whether it was a movie or lunch. She has to have her way and if she doesn't, she throws a humongous tantrum which makes us all look like a foul. Lucy and Dave have been together for a month and she acts like they've been together for years.

"What did she say?" I ask and sit next to my best friend.

"She doesn't like us two hanging out. She doesn't... like you-"

"Is it because Aspergers?" I asked nervously. He hesitates but nods.

"She says its ruining my life, and quite frankly, I believe her." Tears swell in my eyes, was he right? "Lucy says it is either her or you."

My heart was point two milliseconds from shattering, I knew what he chose. "Who did you chose?" My voice was barely audible, I hold back my tears that threatened to burst down my face.