Chapter 3 - The Tommo's

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Chapter 3 – The Tommo’s

The waiter bought me my thee; I thanked him and took a small sip of the still hot beverage. The familiar taste of Yorkshire Thee hit my taste buds and I sighed in content. A buzz in my pockets made my eyes snap open. I took my IPhone from my pocked and slit my thumb across the screen to unlock it.

From: The awesome Irishman

Merry Christmas to you too. And happy birthday :) – Niall and Liam

My right eyebrow raised in surprise, receiving a message from Niall was the last thing I suspected to happen on the day of my birthday. And it seems like Niall and Liam are indeed with each other, wherever in the world they may be. But it’s still great to know I’m not completely forgotten on my birthday.

I decided to compose a text to Harry. I really need to change their names in my contacts.

To: Hazzybear

Niall and Liam are alive. Just got a text from Niall to wish me a happy b’day

I quickly typed on my phone and pressed ‘send’, I immediately got a response from him. He was always quick in composing texts.

From: Hazzybear

Good to know they are still alive. Have a great day mate.

I chuckled to myself and finished my drink. I placed some money on the table and left the restaurant to go back home. My shoulder itched on the way back home and I frowned in confusion. Mostly it itched somewhere in the middle of the night, this is the first time it happened at daytime.

Absently I scratched my shoulder till the weird feeling went away. I had the feeling in my gut that something was about to happen to me, and I had no idea if it was a good or bad thing.

I ruffled my feathery like hair and tugged a purple beanie over my head. I kept my head down, in the hopes that no one would recognize me, and I walked home.  

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“Okay, what is the matter with you? And don’t you dare lying to me,” Lottie scolded me. I looked up at my younger sister with wide eyes. “It’s your birthday and Christmas, and here you are, sulking in the corner of the living room. What in the world are you doing?”

I gave her a sarcastic smile. “I think about entering the Olympic Games. I want to win gold for Britain with sulking!” I told her with sarcasm dripping of my voice like venom.

She raised one of her eyebrows. “Why are you always so sassy?” Lottie huffed in irritation.

I raised one of my own eyebrows and crossed my arms. “Why is the sky blue?” I retorted.

Her shoulders slumbered down. “You are hopeless. Why are you so sad? You’re my big brother, and I want to help you.” She told me, sarcasm gone.

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