Sister Styles

{12} Cherry Tylers Show

The door shut behind me and I sighed gazing around the flat. I've lived here for almost a two years now thanks to my mother in paying for it, but it's also a gift from Harry to keep me hidden. It still agitates me that I have to be kept secret.

I tossed my keys into the key bowl then padded to my room. The flat was fairly nice and cozy. It wasn't big, but it wasn't so small either. It was perfect. And the way everything fit together decoration wise, was perfect as well.

I turned the TV in my bedroom on, flipping through channels until something caught my eye. It was something I wasn't, but yet, was expecting at the same time.

"Up next, One Direction will perform one of their famous singles from their album, Story Of My Life, then will have a little sit-down chat about some exciting news." The reporter, Cherry Tylers said as the screen faded to commercial.

I walked across the room to my closet, pulling my suitcase out from the top. It was a big suitcase and could fit ten days worth of clothing in it.

I folded, rolled, and piled all the clothing I would need into the luggage before zipping it closed. I lifted it from the bed and set it by the bedroom door beside the dresser.

I dug out my duffle bag and started filling it with other junk. Makeup, hair products, curling iron, laptop, shoes, some books, and my dance gear. As I closed it, Cherry Tylers appeared back on the screen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the talented boyband, One Direction!"

The guitar strumming began and it was a count of about eight beats until Harry lit up in spotlight and began singing.

"Written in these walls, are the stories that I can't explain. Leave my heart open, but it stays here empty for days." He finished, then as Liam started they rotated so Liam was under the spotlight.

I couldn't help but watch Harry in the back. He looked so much different. I mean, yes I have seen photos and videos of him since he left, but it never struck me how much he's grown. He was no longer the sixteen year old that left me back on the X Factor, he was a man.

Harry's hair was longer but looked good. His face lost all baby fat and was replaced with a strong jawline and nice cheekbones.

He smiled and waved to someone in the audience.

His smile was still the same, his eyes still bright and happy with the matching green to mine.

I resembled Harry very much. Same nose, same eyes, same hair color, same smile. At least, that's what I've been told. I put Harry and I in a photo together and don't see much.

The song continued as my eyes followed each of the boys around the screen. I must say, they were all really attractive. I'm about to go on tour with them for eight months too. A dream any girl would love to have, but I'm the one going to live it. Holy.

My life has changed a lot in the past four years. I was a teenage girl missing half of herself. I was moody, hormonal, and had quite a temper. I was depressed and lonely. I would fight with my mother, argue with my best friend, and just completely miss my brother. I ran away about four times, almost died three times, went missing at one point, starved myself, almost gave up dance, and cut myself till I could no longer bleed. I was bad. But I also had a bad story.

Story Of My Life ended and then it was another commercial break. I walked to my closet, opening the doors and clicking on a light. I parted my hanging clothes revealing a small safe built into the wall. I had a lot of valuables in there. Half of them because I was paranoid about my life, half of them being things I cherished since the day I was born.