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"But mum!" "You've sat around here for months doing nothing! This will be good for you, and you can bond with your brother." "Yeah right. I won't even be able to talk to Zayn and he's engaged! Liam's way too overprotective." "That's your problem!" My mum laughs. I sit down on the couch pouting. "It will be good for you Emma. You've never been out of the country and now you get to travel everywhere. I promise you, you will have fun."
"And if I don't?" "Too bad." I frowned at her and Liam walked in. "Emma, what are you doing tonight?" "Might go see a film with Mac." "Who's that? I've never heard of Mac." "She's my best friend Mackenzie. She goes by Mac now!" "Right. Do you need me to drive you?" "I have my own car Liam." "I know, I just want to make sure you get there safely." I turned to my mom as if to prove my point that Liam is extremely overprotective.
"Liam, she's almost 18, she will be fine driving to the theatre." "Don't forget a jumper." "Stop Liam. Seriously! I don't need a babysitter anymore." "I'm just looking out for you!" "Well stop." I walk to my room, starting to pack for the tour I know I won't be able to get myself out of.
My phone begins to ring and I see it's Mac calling. "Hey." I answer. "When are you getting here? The party already started!" She freaks. I look at the time and realise I've been packing for well over an hour. "Let me change and I'll be on my way."
Thank god my hair was naturally straight. I put on a skater skirt with a cute shirt with just a little bit of makeup so Liam doesn't assume too much and I head downstairs with my phone and car keys in hand. I slide on my All-Star converse and quietly try to sneak out of the house but as I close the front door and back away I run into Louis.
I let out a loud yelp and turn around. "Hello Emma." He smiles. "I gotta go Lou. See ya." I run to my car, driving to the party.
I arrive and so many people are already here.
Mac spots me and runs to me. "I thought you'd never show!" She squeals. "You know how Liam is." I roll my eyes. "So where are we then?" She grins. "Theatre." "Nice."
We walk through the house, and I say hello to a few people. "There's so many people here!" I gape in amazement. The music pulsed through the house and I bobbed mg head to the beat.
"Ladies! How can I help you? Drinks?" John comes over, slinging his arms over both of us. "Hell yeah." I say, grinning. "That's what I'm talking about!" John shouts, leading us to the kitchen.
He gets us each a beer and we stood around talking. At the table was a bunch of guys doing shots and Mac got excited and pulled me over. "C'mon Em! Do it!" She squealed. "No..." "Emma. Emma. Emma! Emma! EMMA!" "Fine! Alright!" I laugh. I stand across from some boy I don't know and someone says start and I begin to down the shots. I finish an entire shot before the boy.
"Yeah! That's my girl!" Mac shouts, holding up one of my hands like I'm a boxer. The boy stumbles away, I'm guessing he had drank way too much. He went into a corner and puked everything back up and I had to look away for fear of losing my stomach.
"EMMA! Do your keg stand!" John yells to me, pointing to a keg. I grin, then get into position. Someone gives me a drink and everyone's cheering me on. I am back on the ground giggling and swaying a bit from blood rushing to my head and a lot of alcohol consumption.
I went around giving people high-fives and stopped when I saw Liam in front of me and Louis behind him. "I-" "we are going home right now." Liam says, taking ahold of my arm. "No." I say, pulling my arm from his grip. "No? Emma, you're 17 years old, not old enough to be drinking, yet here you are doing a keg stand! We are going home! Give me your keys, Louis is driving your car home." I silently hand them over and follow Liam out of the house.
The drive home was silent and when he pulled up to the house I ran inside, locking myself in my room.
"Emma!" I hear Liam shout. I ignore him. "We aren't done talking about this!" He says through my door. "No we aren't. You need to stop fucking babying me! I'm 18 in a month! That's legal for me to drink, live on my own, do whatever the fuck I want! You won't get to rule my life because once I'm 18, I'm out of here!" I yell at him. "And until then you will listen to me! I'm your older brother and I don't want to see you end up in jail because you made an idiotic mistake."
"Oh, so now I'm an idiot!" "I never said that! You're twisting my words!" "I don't care Liam. You're not my dad so stop acting like it!!" It got quiet and I went into my bathroom and took off my makeup, changing into sweats and a tank top. Walking back into my room, Harry sat on my bed. "How'd you get in here?" I ask him. "Window." He simply answers.
"That's fucking creepy Harry." "Why was Liam mad?" "I snuck off to a party." "Dear lord you're gonna give him a heart attack before he turns 21." He mumbles, shaking his head.
"Well, I should probably head downstairs. We have a band meeting before the tour starts." "See ya." He climbs out the window and I watch him do down the vine then a second after he disappears, the doorbell rings.
I head downstairs to get some water and an aspirin because I'm gonna be very hungover tomorrow.
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"Bye mum." I give her a hug goodbye after Liam does and follow him into the SUV. Harry was laughing at something and Zayn looked half asleep. Louis was quiet in the front seat. "Where's Niall?" I ask. "He was running late so we are meeting him at the airport."
The ride to the airport was pretty quiet, Harry tried to make conversation with me but being hungover on the way to the airport wasn't fun. So I was a bit bitchy.
When we got there fans were waiting. It was 5 in the morning. These people were crazy. I walked inside, ignoring all the fans. They knew who I was so I didn't have to worry about them making up rumours. We went through security and boarded the plane, I was sitting next to Louis and Harry.
I slept 5 hours and woke up with Harry on my shoulder asleep and Louis on Twitter. "Do I wake him?" I ask Louis about Harry. "Just flick his nose a few times." I do and Harry shifts, leaning against the window. "How're you feeling?" "Meh." "Even if your brother didn't catch you at the party, he would have figured out you were hungover this morning." "I didn't exactly plan on drinking Louis." "You shouldn't have gone in the first place. Apparently 5 minutes after we left the cops showed up, you're lucky we got you out when we did!"
I sat there quietly, not sure what to say to that. I didn't want to go to jail, so I guess it was a good thing they made me leave. "He's just looking out for you Em. That's all." "Tell him to dial it down a bit then." "We have, trust me. He just doesn't want you to end up hurt or in trouble." "I get that, no brother wants to see that, but he's overreacted." "Once you're 18, he has no say over what you do, he just wants you to learn early what's right and what's wrong, so you don't make them when you're on your own."
"He's right." We both jump at Harry's remark. He chuckles but sits up in his chair stretching. "Liam doesn't want you to make mistakes when you turn 18 next month, he wants you to have a fun time, not spending it in jail because you drank too much or something."
"I hate when you guys gang up on me when you're right." I mutter.
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We landed in Bogota, Columbia, the first stop on their tour. Fans were waiting, holding signs, I'll admit, they were adorable.
I followed the guys out to the cars waiting for us, weaving my way through the fans.
At the hotel, I found out I was rooming with Liam. "But he snores!" I whined as we walked towards the elevators. "I do not!" Liam defends himself. "Yeah you do." Niall pats his back and Liam frowns. I giggle but cover my mouth when Liam glares at me.