I get dressed and ready. Do my hair. Pack my suitcase neatly and put it at the door. Dress Lux. Fold her crib. Grab her tiny bag and fold her tiny clothes. Place her bag next to mine at the door of just another apartment.

Mom’s left. She’s taken her bags to be put with the band’s bags. Yeah, she’s the stylist of One Direction. Big deal. Get over it. They ruined my life and stole my mother. I’m sick of them.

“Ready Lux?” I pick her up as she feels the material of her pink dress. Discovering.
She claps.
At the door, I turn around and glance at the apartment. Just another apartment… Another makeshift home.

I grab out bags and head down the hall. Knock on the door twice and enter.

“Hey.” The guys say as I enter.

“Hi.” I reply back. No smile. Place the bags at the door and take a seat at the table, resting Lux on my lap.

Lux smiles, bearing her two, petite teeth.

“Hey little one!” Niall comes over and takes my little sister from me.
Lux giggles as Niall spins her around.
“Lou!” One of the boys yell. I recognise him to be Harry. “Grab my hair-band. It’s on the bathroom bench!”

My mom rushes out, chucking the band on Harry’s lap.
“If everyone’s ready, let’s go!” My mother yells.
The boys file out the door, and I stretch out my arms, grin when Niall gets sick of holding Lux.

She plays with my hair. Twirls it in her pint-sized, chunky fingers.
We leave the hotel. Pile into a black Van.

Its back seats faces forwards, its front seats backwards. They seats face each other.
We all sit. I place Lux in her car-seat that’s fixed in the Van.
I sit beside it. My mother next to me. Harry drives. Liam in the front next to him. The other three faces my mother, sister and me.

Paul is in a bigger Van in front. Full of security guards and managers.

***
Arriving at the airport, we drive around the back and climb into a private jet to avoid screaming fans.

I sit on the window side, Lux looking tiny in the large seat next to me.
My mother is up the front with Paul, other security guards and managers.
The band at the back. Eating. Laughing.
I turn to Lux. She chews on a biscuit I gave her. Sloppy. Wet with saliva.

“Prepared for Florida?” I asked her.
She nibbles some more.
“We gonna swim?” I tickle her belly.
“Shubee.” She giggles.
“Dop.”
“Dop.”

“I’ll never stop Luxy!” I tickle her. The biscuit drops. Rolls onto the floor of the jet.
Lux tries to escape my hands.
“Dop Shubee!” Her giggle brightening my soul.
My soul. Given-up. Worn out. Soul.

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