Chapter 5

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"ELLIE!" Max shouted from downstairs. I groaned. 

"WHAT? I'M TRYING TO LOOK AT CLOTHES ON THE INTERNET!" I replied. 

"Oh well you have to come downstairs, because it's important!" Max said. I grumbled and got up pushing back my chair which made it make a horrible screeching noise on the wooden floorboards. I groaned, well it would be important if he made me stop looking at clothes. I stomp downstairs to the living room and Max is sat there fiddling with his thumbs. I know Max well, in fact I knew him too well, it's a band sign when you see him fiddling with his thumbs. 

"What's up Max?" I asked casually. He looked at me and gave me "The Look". 

"Do you like any of the boys?" he whispered. My heart stopped. Does he know about me and Tom?

"No! They're like my brothers Max, that's just...Ewwww!" I responded pulling a face. Those acting classes really have paid off! 

"Good. Because I don't want you dating any of them." he growled. Wow! He was getting angry!

 "Why?" I said. He took a deep breath. 

"They're my best friends and you are my little sister. If you date one of them and then he hurts you, the band will have to split! I would not want to be around the man who hurt my sister! And the other thing is so will we! You couldn't bear being around the boys anymore and you would leave. It will ruin everything!" Max explained. I guess he was right. I nodded my head.

"You're right Max. But what if I do like one of them! They are all extremely good looking!" I said. Whoops wrong words! Max looked at me.

"Ellie!" he shouted. I cowered back, he could become so angry sometimes. 

"WHAT MAX! YOU CAN'T CONTROL MY LIFE!" I screamed. 

"YES I CAN BECAUSE YOU'RE UNDER MY WING AREN'T YOU? SO THEREFORE I'M IN CHARGE OF YOU!" Max shouted back. Ugh he was so infuriating sometimes!

"THAT'S SO FUCKING UNFAIR MAX! I'M TWENTY I SHOULD DO THE THINGS I WANT! NOT THE THINGS YOU WANT ME TO DO!" I screech throwing the nearest thing at him. Luckily it was a pillow.

I raced out the room and ran to my bed room. I wish Tom was here. He and the rest of the boys had to go out and do some recording. Max did it yesterday so that's why he's at home. Don't ask me why they did it that way they just did! I heard the door slam opposite me, obviously Max. A tear fell down my cheek. Why was it always me who got the bad luck?

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