Sister Styles

{15} Meeting Lou

The train ride was long. Only because I wasn't doing something except looking out a window wondering what just happened. Payton just kissed me. Why? Does he like me? It's just all so confusing.

The kiss was good. Actually no, it wasn't. It was hella amazing. Holy crap. He was one heck of a good kisser. It was better than what I had ever imagined. It was sweet and passionate. And it obviously meant something to him. It's not like we were in a moment. We were in a stupid argument when all of a sudden he kissed me. It obviously means something. But what? And why hasn't he told me?

My feelings and thoughts were everywhere in my head. I was trying to gather them and sort them out, but they kept running off. I first tried thinking of Payton's behaviour lately. He's been more touchy-feely. He's been hugging a lot, cuddling me, and kissing the top of my head a lot too.

Then I'm thinking of what he's been saying. He used to mention how hot this girl was and wanting to go out to the mall. Nowadays, he's more talking about me. He wants to know what I'm doing and what I'm feeling right at that moment.

Now I'm thinking, what are my feelings towards him? Well, first off, he's my best friend. He has been since we were in middle school. We've been through a lot. He's very attractive, yes, and I think he'd be a perfect boyfriend. But a boyfriend to me? I just, I don't know. After all the relationships he's been in, I've witnessed how they all end. Payton loses feelings and just leaves. Would he do that to me?

The whistle blew, snapping me back to reality. I peered out the window and saw the station pulling into view. Holy moly, I'm already in London? It's gone by so fast, but so slow at the same time.

I pushed my thoughts about Payton away and tried focusing on what was about to come my way. Harry, my brother, was about to see his twin sister after four years of being in hiding. What will his reaction be? I'm scared, confused, happy, angry, and sad all at the same time.

I don't know what to feel. I just got kissed by my best friend, now I'm seeing my brother after four years. I'm numb. Completely lost. Let's just say I did not see this coming.

The train shrieked to a stop. I gathered my bags, hauling them off the train. I started looking around, hunting for someone who was supposed to be here for me. At least, that's what the choeographer told me yesterday.

"Lillian Styles?" A lady greeted me, walking up with a little girl by her side, holding a sign that read my name. She had short, wavy lilac hair and dark makeup. But it looked beautiful on her smoky eyes. She wore a warm and comforting smile. The little girl was blonde, a ponytail sticking from the top of her head. She had a smile on her face that reflected the stranger.

"Sam--uh, actually, yes, that's me." I corrected, pulling the duffle bag higher on my shoulder. I almost completely forgot that I put my last name as Styles on the application, and when I've been in hiding for four years, I almost forgot that that's my actual last name.

"I'm Lou Teasdale. I'm here from the 1DHQ to pick you up." She held out a hand, snatching my suitcase. "This is my daughter, Lux. I've heard lots 'bout you, hun." She winked and inside my head, I narrowed my gaze. From Harry? Or just in general from the choeographer.

"Well, it's nice to meet you," I smiled, genuinely.

"Here, follow me," she said, rolling my suitcase behind her. The little daughter, still carrying the large Bristol board sign, following her mother like a lost puppy. "The boys have been excited about meeting all the dancers. They've never really had other performers on the stage with them so it's going to be a journey for all."

"So how many other dancers are there?" I asked, catching up beside her.

"About seven," she explained to me. "You're the last arrival."

I nodded. "So when do I get to meet the boys?" I asked her, turning a corner towards the parking lot. I was excited to see, not only my brother, but the other boys too. I've grown to like them and their music over the years. I've watched interviews and seen music videos. They're quite a catch.

Lou looked at me, smirking. Something flashed behind her eyes but she turned to look back in front of her. "Are you a big fan?" She questioned.

"You could say something like that," I covered, trying to hide my smile. She brought her eyes back up to me, but I didn't look at her. In my peripheral vision, I saw a wide smile plaster her face. She definitely knows something.

"Well," she started, as we walked towards a parked black SUV. She popped the trunk, stuffing my bags in. "You won't be meeting the boys until dinner. They have a photoshoot then some 'quality bonding time' while you and the other girls get comfy in your rooms."

"What do you mean rooms? So we're staying in a hotel?" I asked her, climbing in the passenger seat while she settled her young daugther in her car seat in the back. She nuzzled into her seat, blasting the heat, then rolled out of the parking lot.

"We'll be in a hotel for the next couple weeks until the tour starts, then once that happens, there will be lots of coach buses which is going to be smelly and a little uncomfortable to stay in, and there will be taxis and SUVs and private airplanes, it's really all confusing..." She trailed off, pausing, fixating her eyes on the road and me. "It's quite confusing, so I'll just have Danny tell you everything. He'll be in charge of all of you on tour."

Oh, I have someone else who'll be "in charge" of me too. I'm scared to know what Harry's reaction will be. I'm just hoping Mum didn't tell him early. I wanted to surprise him.

I nodded in understandment. "So what are you in the One Direction entourage?" I asked, smiling at my wonderful word play.

Lou laughed ligthly. "I'm one of the stylists on tour, I'll be hanging out with the dancers a lot though too, so you won't miss me too much," she looked at me and playfully winked.

I laughed. "You're funny, I like you."

She looked at me, smiling kindly. It was a contagious smile that now had me smiling. "I like you too, hun."