Molly's POV
"So this is LA?" I state, glancing around at the rundown buildings as we pass them, "I imagined it being nicer."
"It is," Luke argues, "That part is out of our price range." I snort and pull my suitcase into the shabby apartment building. Luke leads me over to the elevator and hits the up button. We wait in silence for it to arrive. Neither one of us is sure what to say.
The silence lasts the entire elevator trip up and the walk down the hallway. It only stops after he unlocks the door to the apartment, and we're met with loud conversation. I frown while Luke smiles.
"What are you guys doing here?" My older brother laughs, closing the door behind me. As soon as I see them, I recognize his friends and bandmates.
"We wanted to wait for you to get back to see if you guys need help or anything," Ashton answers, pushing Calum over. He falls onto Michael's lap, earning protests from the guitarist. I watch them silently, wondering why they have to be so loud.
"Hey Molly," Calum greets, smiling warmly at me, "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine," I answer simply, tired of the same question.
"Are you sure?" Ashton continues, "It's okay to not be fine, you know?"
"I know. Jesus Christ, I'm not the twin who fucking died," I snap, my head pounding. The four boys stare at me in shock.
"Language Molly," Luke mutters under his breath, "Mum will kill me if you start cursing."
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose, "I'm sorry. Really. I just- it was a long flight, and my head hurts. I didn't mean to say that. I shouldn't have." They nod, but stay quiet.
"Anyways," Luke says awkwardly, "Your room is down the hall and to the right, if you wanna unpack or anything. The bathroom is almost right across from it." I nod and leave the room, pulling my suitcase behind me. I ignore their stares on my back as I leave.
"Are you really sure that bringing her here was the best idea, Luke?" Michael whispers in the other room. I let go of my suitcase and press my hands against my ears.
Luke sighs softly, "No. But our mum and dad aren't exactly the best at understanding Molly. They won't be able to help her through this, whether she think she needs it or not."
"And you can?" Calum inquires, genuinely sounding curious.
"I don't know. I really don't know, guys. No one really gets Molly. She's always been so closed off and distant. Not even Drew could get through to her sometimes, and they were twins." I wince at the "were".
"In all honesty, I have no idea why I fought so hard to bring Molly to LA. I just woke up the morning of Drew's funeral, and something was telling me that she needs to come back with me."
"Maybe the universe is speaking to you or something," Ashton suggests, "Fate or shit like that."
"Maybe," Luke agrees, sounding distracted, "or maybe not. I guess time will tell." The other three agree. I unzip my suitcase and grab a hoodie out, pulling it over my head, before I move over to the window. I push it open and climb out onto the fire escape. I hurry down to the bottom and take off running away from the conversation about myself.
