I’m in my hotel room it is a bit late… tomorrow afternoon after rehearsals?
Mkay. Why’s everyone always so sleepy? It’s boring.
Of course i can! come over! im sure he isn’t are you in your room by yourself?
Where are you? I think he really is… No, I’m not by myself, but everyone’s sleeping.
Yes you are :) Im great thanks im just in the hotel room playing some guitar! what are you up to? are you with haz?
Guitar? Can you teach me? No, I’m not with him… I think he’s mad at me.
Liv! how are you gorgeous?
‘M not gorgeous. But I’m fine. How’re you? And what’re you doing?
“You think me and mum don’t like you? Fine, you don’t think I like you? OK.” Harry crossed his arms over her chest, heading over to the kitchen and getting a drink before heading over to the TV and switching it on. He grabbed the remote and flicked it over to a sports channel, his eyes locked on the screen.
“You don’t!” she called out after him, stomping her foot. Fuming, she sat there silently for a few minutes, still in the midst of her little tantrum, before she spied the keys Harry had accidentally left on the table. She eyed Harry, wondering if he really would notice her taking them. He seemed to be focused on the screen… Olivia made up her mind. She scrambled out of the seat, reaching one small hand out to take them. As soon as her hand touched them, however, she pulled it back, already feeling terrible about it. Miserably, she quietly plodded over to Harry, shyly standing in front of him and looking at her shoes. “‘M sorry,” she mumbled.
“You’re not old enough Olivia! Now stop moaning and be quiet!” Harry huffed angrily, a headache banging at the back of his head as his younger sister continued to pester. “Because you’re my little sister! You’re far too young to be walking around by yourself!” He rested his head against the frame of the door.
“Hmph. Fine,” Olivia muttered, a furious look gracing her face. Her scowl deepened and she shifted in the seat, crossing her arms in front of her chest. “I’m never gonna be old enough to do anything, am I? Mummy says the same thing. I bet it’s ‘cause you both don’t like me.” She wasn’t thinking about what she was saying at all right now, too upset to filter the words before they passed across her lips, else she would have stopped at this point.
Harry picked her up and threw her so she landed on his shoulder, he walked into the decorated, small sitting area and put her down on the chair. “You’re 9 years old Liv, you either go to the shop with me, security or the other guys. You’re not going by yourself and that’s final.”
“Exactly!” she said, struggling against his grip as she was tossed bodily over his shoulder. “I’m nine years old! I’m a big girl now, so I can go by myself!” she exclaimed, scowling as she was set down. “It’s not fair! I can do things by myself; I’m not a baby anymore. Why won’t you let me?” she asked, stilling, eyes welling up with frustrated tears.
