Brothers Best Friend.

28. The Ick.

I'm woken up the next day with a relentless pounding on my door. I just try burrow under the duvet but that doesn't seem to work as the door flies open and my brother gracefully lets himself in.

"Go away." I shout from under the covers.

"Khloe come on! Get your arse out of bed." Will huffs as he drags the duvet off me. "Why aren't you ready yet?" He whines.

"What are you talking about leave me alone." I groan in frustration.

"Khloe you agreed to come with me today! We need to get a move on." Will tried pulling my ankle this time, I lazily kick out and connect with something hard that hurts my toe more than it seems to have hurt him. "Kick my arm one more time I dare you. Stephen will be here soon, if you're not up and ready by then we will drag you exactly how you are to the studio." This grabs my attention and I sit up.

"Sorry Will, studio? Stephen?" I squeak slightly on the last word.

"You agreed you'd come to the studio with Stephen and I today to prepare more for our tour. Now come on chop chop. I'll make you breakfast." He says before finally leaving my room. Oh heck. I roll myself out of bed and make my way to my wardrobe. The last thing I want to do right now is see Stephen. Especially after his creepy cryptic phone messages he's been leaving. He seems to have not understood whatever we had in America was purely physical and not a real thing. I 100% had the ick from Stephen. Even before the whole vidcon thing with George. The Ick was real. I decide I may as well try look decent today, especially if we were going to a studio. As I'm pulling on my jeans I try rack my brain for the conversation where I agreed with Will to do this, but I can't. He's knocking again at my door.

"Khlo, I have you a bacon roll here and a coffee." He says before nudging the door open slightly. "I'm coming in." I just sit on the floor next to my shoes and look at him walking in with his eyes closed.

"I'm dressed you don't need to close your eyes, don't want you spilling coffee all over my rug." I say as he peaks his eyes open slightly before putting my breakfast on my makeup table, he then sits himself on the end of my bed and pulls his phone out. "Sure make yourself at home." I say rolling my eyes before quickly filling in my eyebrows and putting a little eyeliner and mascara on.

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"I love the tube, don't you love the tube Khloe?" Stephen asks me for the 5th time. I just roll my eyes and try move another few steps to the side away from him. Ever since he arrived at the flat he has been doing whatever he can to be as close to me as possible no matter how hard I try move away. Will is as oblivious as ever. "Come on Khloe you have to love the tube." He says again winking at me.

"No I don't Stephen." I snap causing a few other commuters to send glances my way. I just scowl. Ick. Ick. Ick.

"What's up with you K?" Will asks sending polite smiles to the surrounding gawkers. I just huff and move to a vacated seat and sit down. "No idea mate." I hear him whisper to Stephen.

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"This is our stop come on." Stephen says reaching his hand out to me. I attempt a smile and take his hand. I may as well attempt to be nice no point being a mardy cow. "Is that a smile? Knew I'd eventually cause a reaction babe." Stephen says smirking at me and immediately I feel like the hand I'm holding is made of slime. As the three of us make our way into the busy, bustling street Will is arguing with his phone map about what way it is we need to go.

"Will, surely the map knows best." I say, "Let's just follow the map, if we get lost we can blame technology." I suggest.

"But Khloe it says to head west." Will wines as if that will support his point. I just raise my eyebrow at him.