Don't Ask // l.payne

This

I could hear my heart race over every sound in front of me. That is, I don't think there was sound in front of me. I settled myself in the pure white snow and waited. Mentally, I was freaking out. The thumps of my heart were shortened by a gasp when I saw the towering figure beside my snow fort.

I let out and inaudible squeak as I saw the shadow of a tall, toned figure from behind my large snow mound, "This is it, I'm dying now..." I said under my breath, the figure moved and I let out a sigh of relief as I saw who it was, "Lou, get down!" I hissed at the Doncaster boy as a slight smirk played on his frost-pinched lips.

"Found her!" he called as a low chuckle escaped his mouth.

 Shoot! Now I'm gonna die! I thought as 5 other figures rose around me...Their target? Me.

*FLASHBACK 1 WEEK*

"Cam, I'm going out!" I screamed up the stairs of out huge, modern house. As I waited for her response, I picked up my pair of black Toms and jumped around while putting them on.

"KK, babe!" she screamed, louder than I did.

I walked towards the door, shoving my arms into an old Armani leather jacket, as my best friend came bounding down all twenty stairs, two at a time, "W-w-wait, Jazzmyn, make sure that your back by eight forty-five, concerts at nine-thirty. Please don't miss it! Maybe then you will like One Direction!"she gave me a queer look before laughing, "For your information, your hair is going in all directions!" she said with a slight laugh to her words.

She picked up her I Love 1D hat and set it my head. I gave her a look before she ran back up the stairs.

"She's not afraid of all the attention, she's not afraid of running wild . . . "

"Shut up!" I groaned at her and ran out the door, only to be hit with the bitter cold of our London winters. "Why does it have to be so bloody frigid?" I mumbled as I ran to my Smart+ car, laughing again about how the plus was one seat. I got in, slammed the door, turned on the heat and relaxed into the grey seat.

A minute or so later, my phone went off. I hummed, sitting up straight. I picked it up without looking at the caller ID, "Shoot!" was my chirpy, yet bored pick up line. I heard a low chuckle from the other end and a smile dashed across my face.

"Sorry honey, the dorm won't allow guns." a deep voice said, reassuring my guess as to who it was.

"Ben!" I exclaimed into my iPhone.

My brother was in an American college, far away from London. He got a full-ride scholarship because he was a globally ranked rower - one of the best. We didn't get to talk much, from his hourly classes and meets to my modeling job, and schoolwork, there wasn't enough time in the day.

"Hi, honey! How are you? I miss you so much!"  he said with a tinge of different emotions to each sentence.

"I'm great! Cam and I just moved into the new flat Mum and Dad bought us! You know the agreement: we pay tuition, they pay for housing." Me and Cameron go to Kingston, but decided to live far away from the holding cell people call 'dorms'. "And I miss you too, Ben-Ben!"

My brother and I - a few years apart, him being twenty-two and me being 18 - have gotten closer since we both left our upper UK home. Both of us fighting the same fights on our own, being normal siblings didn't work for us. When I went to see him, we made a pact, to become friends, to set aside our differences and carry each other through whatever we went through. That was three years ago, today we're still friends, not just siblings.