Complications ||L.H.||

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Calum's POV

"What do you mean Bryn is coming on tour with us?" I demanded of my mother.

I was leaving to go on tour in the US with my band, 5 Seconds of Summer, in two days. It was our first big tour on our own in North America. I didn't exactly want to bring my little sister along. Little being two minutes younger, but still.

My mum rolled her eyes at me. "She's on break at her college and she wanted to visit with her family, specifically you, Calum! Now you are going to suck it up and bring her along."

"But the guys..." I whined.

"I've spoken to your supervisor and he's fine with it. You will pick her up in New York." She patted me on the shoulder and left without another word.

I groaned and threw a pillow across the room. It wasn't like I didn't want to see my sister, of course I did. She had left for college a year ago and I hadn't seen her since. Partly because that college was on the other side of the world. I missed her everyday, but that didn't mean I wanted to take her on tour with the guys. That was guy time.

But there was no arguing with my mother.

***

"Your sister?" Luke asked as we were loading the car.

Today was the day. We were packing our bags and flying to America. And picking up my sister from her apartment in New York City.

"Why does your baby sister have to come with us?" Michael whined.

For some reason the phrase "baby sister" upset me when other people said it. I know I always made a show of being older, but I couldn't stand it when other people did.

"Hey man, two minutes. She's two minutes younger."

Michael raised his hands in mock surrender and backed away. I could tell he still wasn't to thrilled, despite the goofy grin on his face.

"I think it'll be fun!" Ashton chirped. Count on Ash to be the positive one in the group. I nodded at him once then proceeded to the front of the car.

"Look guys," I began once everyone was in the car, "I'm not thrilled about this either, but we need to make the best of it. Okay?"

"Okay," they replied in unison.

After a while of driving in silence I decided we needed some music. I flipped down my visor where I help some of my favorite CD's. I made my selection and popped it in. When the first song came on all the guys groaned.

"Why would you play this?" Luke demanded. He reached over to change it but I swatted his hand away, then cranked up the volume. There were more groans.

"Come on guys! You know you love it!" I started singing along. It was Teenage Dirtbag, our first cover as a band.

"It's awful," Ashton retorted.

"I'm sorry. I can't hear you over the sound of Luke's amazing singing!" I yelled just as Luke's part came on. Luke put his head in his hands and faked a sob. The other boys in the back started laughing.

I smiled. Finally, I had gotten them to loosen up.

After a while we were all singing along to old covers we had done. We were singing horribly, I might add. Ashton pulled out his phone and started filming Luke dancing in his seat.

"And here we have Luke, the party animal," Ashton announced. I assumed he was making a keek.

Luke stopped dancing and turned a deep shade of red. Michael reached over the seat and shook his shoulders.