My Brother the Popstar

Chapter 4: Kitchen Talks and Tears

A/N: Hey Guys! Chapter four is here! This chapter has some drama, so if that's what you're looking for, you've come to the right place.

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*Rachel's POV*

As soon as we get into the house, Liam, me, and the rest of his little band head for the living room. We're still not saying anything to each other. When we have all sat down, I shift uncomfortably in my chair and ask, "So, um, do you guys want to watch a movie?"

"Sure." Liam replies, obviously grateful to me for breaking the awkward silence.

Mum appears in the doorway, a slightly pained look on her face. "Rachel, may I see you in the kitchen, please?" she says, trying to sound casual. But I know something's up.

"What is it, Mum?" I ask when we get into the kitchen, concerned.

"Well, um, there is only so much room for everyone, and since you have a room all to yourself, I was wondering if-"

"Absolutely not." I cut her off, knowing where this conversation is headed. "Liam cannot sleep in my room!"

"Why not?" Mum asks, half mad, half puzzled. "You used to have sleepovers all the time when you were little."

Well, at that point, something in me just snaps. Maybe it's the fact that I've tried so hard to be cool about all of this, even though I'm not very good at it, or maybe it's the fact that I don't want five, hormonal teenage boys living with me for 3 months. Talk about a nightmare. When would the testosterone fest end?

"I don't care!" My voice raises along with my anger level. "I don't want him in my room, I don't want him here, and I don't want any of them near me!"

I pause my unnecessary tantrum to take a breath, and then notice Mum's stunned face. However, she isn't looking at me. Her eyes are on the doorway just behind where I stand. Liam is there, shocked and hurt-looking. He blinks a few times, clearly trying to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

Before I have a chance to say anything, he whirls around and swiftly exits, heading out to the porch. Guiltily, I turn back to Mum, who is clearly pissed.

"Go talk to him." She growls through gritted teeth.

I find Liam on the porch, curled up on his favorite couch. He has his head down in his hands. I hate seeing Liam sad. What I said was totally uncalled for.

I glance at the white wicker couch and it's flowery cushions. Smiling, I think back to when we used the couch cushions to make different pillow forts, and we'd play in them for hours and hours until mum called us in for dinner. We used to do stuff like that all the time. Now, not so much.

"Li?" I say softly, using my old nickname for him. My older brother ignores me.

I sit down next to Liam, gently patting him on the back.

"Li, I'm sorry, it's just that..." I find myself telling him everything that has happened, and how I've felt about him leaving.

"I, I thought...that you wouldn't like me, that you would be used to living in big hotel rooms and mansions, so our house wouldn't be good enough for you anymore. I assumed that you'd come, hate it, and then you and the rest of..." I fight back the urge to say 'The Snob Squad' "...your band would leave and never come back. I was already struggling to even remember what you looked like. Liam, I was just afraid. I'm sorry. I really am."

I don't realize I 'm crying until I finish.

Liam looks up at me with love in his eyes as always. Smiling, he says, "Rach, you want to know a secret?"

I nod.

Then he whispers to me, "I was worrying about all of the stuff you were."

We smile at each other, then we hug. For a while we just sit there, hugging, not having to say a word for who knows how long. I realize that I shouldn't be wishing for the old Liam back, because, he really never left.

By this point I can feel four pairs of eyes on us, and I look up to see Zayn, Niall, Harry, and last of all, Louis. Louis looks at me for a moment, then shouts, "GROUP HUG!"

All of a sudden, all the boys crowd around me and Liam, embracing us. I giggle, and so does Liam. I somehow feel safe with them. I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me and look up to see Louis, smiling down at me.

Okay, I know I've just met him and all, but I feel really comfortable with his arms around me.

The fact that Louis and the rest of the boys would hug me even after I have been so rude to them, saying that I don't want them anywhere near me, is amazing. I know I wouldn't be that nice about it if someone had been so mean to me.

I begin to realize how horrible I've been. To Liam, his band, and Mum.

Mum's going through the same thing as me, except for the fact that Liam is her son, so it is actually harder for her. So why should I act like what I'm going through is so much worse than what she is, when what she is going through is actually worse.

I should really apologize to Mum. And the boys.

As I look around me at all of the smiling faces of the boys, I begin to think that maybe, just maybe, these guys aren't so bad after all.

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