The Girl With Lips Of An Angel

Over The Months

Kaitlyn

November 2013

It's a beautiful sunny day in London right now, a nice relief considering it is so close to winter. I've been walking down through the park with Anna, my niece, for twenty minutes now. I've been asked to watch her while her parents are at work. They had a thirty minute gap where they would both be at work and unable to watch Anna, so I got asked baby sit her. And me, being the great aunty that I am, happily agreed to watch the cute little girl. I have to keep reminding myself of what Lyssa had told me, 'she is only six, Kaitlyn, and you have to watch your language around her. She'll repeat everything you say'.

I smile as I watch her blonde hair fly through the air as she chases after a blue butterfly. She stands next to a park bench that is next to a tree that the butterfly has rested on. The butterfly flutters over and sits on the right side of her face, just near her fringe. She hesitantly looks my way and her bright blue eyes are swimming with happiness and her lips pull into a beautiful, toothy smile. The butterfly then lifts off of her head and flutters away.

She then runs off and finds two little girls playing at the merry-go-round. One has straight black hair, and the other is an auburn haired girl. They laugh and play together, dancing around through the little flowers that are littered over the grass. Anna picks up a dandelion fluff and blows it. Then, she closes her eyes and makes a wish like I showed her when she was four.

A ping from my phone grabs my attention and I fish it out of my jeans pocket. I look at the lock screen and my face turns into a frown as I see the Twitter notification and the username.

Louis Tomlinson: Louis_Tomlinson: Glad to be back on home soil after eight months! I'll be spending a few days in London before I go home for a day or two.

I sigh and lock my phone back up and put it in my pocket. I couldn't bring it to myself to block Louis completely from my life. I mean, I'm still a die-hard One Direction fan and a dedicated Louis girl, regardless of the personal experiences I've had with the band.

I will admit, unfollowing him on Twitter probably would be a good idea. It'd save me from the guilt I feel every time I see his name on my Twitter, it just consumes me. But I don't have the heart to do it.

Besides, the pain that I feel would be nothing compared to how Louis must be feeling right now. The feeling of rejection, though is something I have never felt before, must be a feeling that people find hard to cope with. I've heard that it's body consuming. Your mind replays memories of the person you long for, everything you do or see, has a sense of that person in it. And if that is what Louis is feeling right now, then it makes me feel even guiltier and shit about myself than I already am.

Once I got to England, my brother questioned me as to why I was here so early. I just explained that Lucas and I had split up and I didn't want to be with him in Australia anymore. He understood and said that he was sorry that it happened. I was glad I left out the part where he bashed me, because that wouldn't have gone down too well with my oldest brother.

Rae called a few days after I was settle in London, telling me that Zayn told her why I had left so as she would understand form my point of view. She also said that she was sorry, but because of the Louis situation. Rae said that she will come and visit me in England for Christmas because she wants to also meet Anna, as she never has before. We had a conversation for about two hours, which also consisted of her telling me how her relationship with Ashton is going. She said that they weren't going to give it a label and just see where things go. I'm happy that she at least had someone in Australia with her while I wasn't there.

I check the time on my watch and see that it is half past two, and remember that Anna has to be at home to finish packing with Lyssa, her mom, while me and her dad, also known as my brother, take me to a friend of his house that I will be staying at for a little while, while he and his family go back to America for a little bit.

"Anna, baby, it's time to go now. We have to meet mommy and daddy at home, remember?" I call out to the blonde haired girl.

"Coming, Aunty Kaitlyn!" She calls back and waves to the two girls that she has befriended. She runs over to me and grasps my offered hand and we walk back to my car to go home. As we get to the car, I plug her into her car seat, make sure her restraints are tight enough and go to my own seat and start to drive.

Anna talks about the two little girls she met, how they're both six like she is and the auburn haired girl lives in the same street as she does. As she chats away mindlessly about the black haired girl liking the same television show as her, a song on the radio makes her stop talking and scream.

"Aunty Kaity, turn it up please!" She squeals and I oblige. As soon as the song was louder, I immediately recognised it. I recoiled in my seat and stared at the road, concentrating on driving.

"Aunty Kaity, please sing! Pretty, pretty please?!" Anna whines and I laugh.

"As long as you sing with me, baby girl," I compromise and I see her nod as I glance at her from the rear view mirror.

And I'll be gone, gone tonight

The fire beneath my feet is burning bright

The way that I've been holding on so tight

With nothing in between

Anna claps her hands in joy once I finish the one solo that cut me deep. It was his solo. The first time I heard Louis' solo in Story Of My Life, I almost melted. It is so beautiful that it almost had me in tears.

"Aunty Kaity, you have such a pretty voice!" Anna squeals and I chuckle.

"Oh no, honey, your beautiful voice is so much lovelier than mine! It sounds like the bells that chime in a church," I say sweetly to the six year old and I see her smile in the rear view mirror.

"You're full of it, Aunty Kaity," She giggles.

"Anna!" I gasp at her brashness, "Who on earth taught you that?"

"Uncle Nick said it to daddy one day when he came for a visit," She says sweetly.

"I see. Anna, that's not a very nice thing to say to somebody, okay?"

"Okay, Aunty Kaity," She says and there is a moment of silence before she speaks up again, "Aunty Kaity, what does this mean?" She asks and gives me the middle finger.

"Anna! Where did you learn that?"

"Daddy did it to Uncle Nick when Uncle Nick said that daddy was full of it, then Uncle Nick did it back to daddy."

"That is a very bad thing for a six year old girl to be doing, okay. As well as saying what you said before. I'm going to tell mommy that daddy did that. He's going to be in trouble."

"Oh, daddy's in trouble!" Anna squeals and I chuckle.

God, I just love the little munchkin.