“Can we stop this for a minute? You know, I can tell that your heart isn’t in it or with it.”

I sat there glaring at his stupid smile. He was smiling down at his phone and typed in something with his fingers; those lose fingers. I looked away and back down at the book in my lap. I had to keep my head clear of those thoughts; it had been two weeks and we haven’t slept together since the last hotel. Then again, he wasn’t fighting with Eleanor. I sighed and closed my eyes hoping that the migraine would go away.

“You okay Kat?” I looked up and looked at my brother who stood in the hallway of the kitchen. The bus hit a bump making him hit the table and groan. I laughed and shook my head.

“I’m good Harry.” I sent him a smile as I watched him scratch his curls. He nodded then came over to sit down next to me. I was perched on top of the couch snuggled up into the cushions, in yoga shorts and a tank top. My hair was thrown up in a messy bun and I had remains from last night’s eyeliner on my eyes considering I was too lazy to take it off. I put my head back again, groaning at the summer heat flowing through the windows. I felt soft curls brush against my legs making me lift my head up. I smiled at my younger brother laying his head in my lap with his eyes closed. I moved the book from under his head so he could me more comfortable.

I’m Katherine Styles, Harry Style’s older sister by two years, making me Louis Tomlinson’s age. Yes, One Direction is on the same bus as I am and I am touring with them around the U.S. Every girl’s dream right? Guess again. Living with five teenage- to whatever age boys is not funny. Especially, when you’re the only girl.

I’m a writer at one of the magazines in the UK. I got stuck with this job being told by my boss that he wanted me to track and record their U.S tour. I didn’t mind, until I realized it would be almost half a year on the road with these boys. It would be half a year on the road with him.

Louis Tomlinson. Our relationship was complicated or lack of one.

I felt a body jump onto Harry making me snap up from my daydream. I looked over to see Niall Horan. Niall was my best friend, yes he was younger than me but I didn’t care. He was the only other boy besides Harry that I trusted with everything. Except Louis. I laughed at their antics until Niall gave me a funny look making me give one back.

“What’s up Leprechaun?” He pouted.

“I’m hungry.” I nodded signaling him to continue.

“Can you please heat me up some-“

“Niall! No!”

“Please! I’ll do your laundry for you at the next stop!” I sat there glaring at him. He knew how much I hated during laundry. I sighed and finally gave into those blue eyes. A smile grew on his face and he clapped his hands happily making me snort a laugh. Harry looked up at me, pouting as well. I groaned, already knowing the question.

“Move your head Styles.” He lifted his head up.

“Thank you Kat.” I shook my head and pulled down my shorts a little as well as my tank top. I then proceeded into the small kitchen area. I started humming a tune as I pulled out the macaroni and cheese packets that I could heat up in the microwave. It was all we had until we stopped again which wouldn’t be for about another hour or so. I put both macaroni bowls into the microwave and set the time. I leaned against the counter top, pulling out my iphone form my bra. I smiled as I saw the lock screen photo which consisted of me and Harry. The boys were of course in the background photo bombing us but in that moment we all looked so carefree. I unlocked my phone and right away I had a text message. I frowned at the name on the phone.

Louis.

I sighed and opened it, “Your butt looks great in those shorts.” I frowned harder down at the screen. I knew he was watching me because I only heard Niall and Harry talking to each other. I typed back quickly, “Bite me.”

I stopped the microwave and let the bowels cool down. I then felt my phone vibrate inside my bra again. I pulled it out already knowing who it was.

“Only if you want, you’re the vocal one.” I scowled at the screen. He was being an ass and he knew it.

“Really?” That was all I sent back. I got a reply not even ten seconds later.

“Yes, really. We haven’t spent time together for the past two weeks. Meet me in the back bunk room, I’ll tell them we are talking.” I groaned. That means him and Eleanor was fighting; they always were. So when they fought he came to me. I didn’t know why I let him use me; it was probably the fact that the sex he delivered was good. Which was probably the reason why I put back, “k,” because I knew I was in fact going to feel sedated after this.

I sighed and put my phone down. I heard him get up from the floor and make his way past me, he looked up and smiled and continued on his way. I knew where he was going and I knew the look he wore. He wore it so many times before. I shook my head turned toward my brother and Niall.

“Boys, your food is ready. Careful, it’s still hot.” They both ran for the counter making me jump out of the way. I walked to the back of the bus ignoring the light snores that came from the bunks. It was a late night last night and Zayn and Liam were still tired. Usually Liam was up already but Danielle had visited so he stayed out with her all night. I continued my way to the back of the bus and walked into the bunk room as they called it. It was the only room with a full bed and a door that locked. Basically it was the only place on the bus where anyone had privacy.

I heard the door close and as I turned around, I tried to look away. Louis stood there with his shirt already off and tight dark wash jeans hanging low on his hips. He hadn’t done his hair today so it was still messy and rustled and he had that look in his eye, that he was up to something. I held my ground though.

“Really Lou, booty calls in the middle of the day? That is not like you.” He shrugged.

“You came didn’t you? So don’t act like I’m the only one who wants this, love.” I glared at him. Taking my tank top off, I threw it at him which left me standing there in nothing but my bra. He tossed the shirt to the side and let his eyes glide over my now half naked form. He walked forward and gripped onto my hips making me let out a squeak.

“This is going to be fast.” I nodded knowing he was right.

My name is Katerina Styles. I am older sister to Harry Styles of One Direction, best friends with Niall Horan and other woman to Louis Tomlinson. This is the story of how love is never easy and sometimes it’s not just your heart on the line.

“Whether we’re together or apart, we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start.”

Notes

Response? Anyone?
Hope you guys like it. I have been looking for a fanfic of Louis for awhile. So I just decided to write one. I hope you guys enjoy!