“WHAT!” I screamed at the three smiling idiots sitting across the table from me. “THAT’S NOT FAIR.”

“Oi, don’t yell.” My dad chuckled, leaning his elbows onto the table.

“Don’t yell? Are you serious right now, Pop?” I rolled my eyes in disgust.

“Kenz, come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Don’t ‘Kenz’ me right now.” I stared daggers into my brother.

“Hunnie, our mind is made up. You’re going whether you like it or not.” My mother sighed.

“You’re tearing me away from my friends during my final year in school so I can sit on a nasty boy infested tour bus for a friggin year?! I don’t think so.”

To any outside eye, this conversation would sound completely insane but for my family it was normality. See my brother decided he wanted to join a band and become a famous asshole. I wanted to finish school and go to university without being sucked into the world my brother lived in. It was a rare occasion that all four of my family members were home at the same time. The only time it ever happened meant something bad was coming my way.

My parents were forcing me to go and tour the world with my brother and his band. I wasn’t into it. I was proud of him, don’t get me wrong, but I’d much rather finish school with my friends. I didn’t want to be crammed into a bus that smelled like sweat and testosterone. My mom and dad thought it was a great idea, seeing I had never left the country before. It would be wicked to go just not this year. This was my biggest year of school yet. I was pissed.

“Mackenzie, you can bring friends.” my brother looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

“Can I now?” I tapped my finger to my chin.

“Well yeah, I talked to management and they rounded up an extra tour bus for you. It sleeps 4 so you can bring 3 friends.” he shrugged, like getting one more tour bus wasn’t a huge deal. Rich fucking asshole.

I rolled my eyes. “We got another tour bus…” I mocked my brother. “I’m friggin Ashton Irwin, and here is my tour bus.” I said in my best pretentious voice.

“Seriously, I think if you can get your friends parents to approve of them missing school for the year that would be great. Plus it would give me and the chaps other people to hang out with.” My brother wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re such a dipstick!” I slammed my hands on the table.

“Hun, who would you bring? We can go talk to their family with your brother and see if they’d be able to join.” My mom asked. She was a sweet woman, she had the best intentions, I know she did. She just didn’t always think of the way I would feel.

“I don’t know, Scar, Pipe, and probably Sky.” I shrugged, picking at my fingernail, attempting to act uninterested. Suddenly with the mention of my friends, the trip didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Do you have any friends with full names?” my brother stuck his tongue out at me. “Mom wants to know full names.”

“Dear, I know who she is talking about.” My mom rolled my eyes at him.

“Mother dearest, I would like to have Scarlett Ryan, Piper Harris, and Skylar Vendetta accompany me on this wonderful tour around the world with my darling brothers oh so famous band. Please oh please would you let me?” I flicked off my brother, receiving a warning from my father. He took the beanie he was wearing off and threw it at me. I caught it before it hit me, and slid it over my own head.

“Hey!” he protested. “Give it back.”

“Awe why? Afraid someone might see your gross hair?” I batted my eyelashes.

“Enough you two.” My dad chuckled. “Boy I do not miss being a child with my brother growing up. Kenz you’re lucky you came out a girl or else it would have sucked.”

“Uncle Chuck is kind of cool if you ask me.” I shrugged.

“Yes, he’s cool but back in the day he was a lot worse to me than your brother is to you.” my dad nodded in between the two of us.

“Whatever dad.”

“I’ll go call Scarlett’s mother. See if we can have a chat.” My mom said standing from the table. “Richard, call Henry. Talk to him about Skylar coming.” My mom nodded towards my dad. He too got up, following my mom from the kitchen.

“Arm wrestle?” my brother looked at me.

“You’re going down.” I smirked. “I’ve been lifting.”

“The only thing you lift is a joint to your mouth.” He raised an eyebrow.

“So, that’s some form of lifting, right?” I cocked an eyebrow. “Whatever, you can’t handle me.”

“I drum, Kenz, I can handle you.” he rolled his eyes.

We placed our elbows down on the table, latching hands together. He gave me a stern look before counting down.

“3, 2…1” he shouted.

I put up a small fight at first but quickly realized I would never be able to beat my brother in this sort of contest. He was way stronger. Always would be. My eyebrows scrunched together as I gave my last effort to pin his hand down, unsuccessfully. My hand hit the table and he jumped up in victory. He leaned across the table, snatching his beanie off my head sending my hair flying everywhere. He tussled my hair slightly before speaking.

“Better luck next time kid.” He smirked.

“I’m not a kid. You’re only a year and a half older than me anyways.” I stuck out my tongue, childish yes but we both did it all the time.

“I’m still older.” He chuckled, leaving the kitchen all together.

I sat at the table letting my head fall into my hands. I had my elbows rested on the table, something I would never let my mother see me doing. I sighed. I’m not sure why. I should be excited that I get to tour the world with my brother and his over successful band but I just couldn’t be. I wanted to be normal. I didn’t want to be in the spotlight. Truth is, neither did my brother. He just wanted to do what he loved and that was making music with his best friends. It just so happened that they got good enough to be noticed and sign a record deal. I rarely saw him anymore. I missed him. I guess going on this tour would at least give us some time to hang out. I had hardly seen him at all in the past 2 years. Our life got flipped upside when he became famous.

I was happy that he was able to come home for the past six months. It was like we were normal. Except for the occasion paparazzi that would catch us while we were in town. I ran a hand through my messed up hair, standing up from the table.

I headed upstairs, only to be called back down by my mom.

“Hey dear, we’re having everyone over tonight to speak with them about the tour.” she smiled, running a hand down my hair.

“What do you mean everyone?” I scrunched my eyebrows together.

“The Harris’, Vendetta’s and the Ryan’s.” she said as if I was dumb.

“Oh.” Was all I said. Why did she need to make a big deal out of this? I could have just asked myself. My mom was the over planner. She had to make sure every little detail was taken care of, all the time. It drove me insane. I was the complete opposite. I was wild and carefree. Shit would get done, when it got done.

“Could you and your brother run to the store and grab some things I’ll need to start dinner with?” she smiled again. She also smiles too much. I’m a disgruntled teenager, I don’t need my mother smiling at me all the time.

I shrugged, nonchalantly. “Yeah sure.”

My mom gave me some money and a list then returned into the den. I knew she was making a plan of how everything should go tonight. I rolled my eyes, running back up the steps stopping in front of my brothers door.

“Hey whacker. Mom wants us to go to the store.” I said through his closed door. When he didn’t answer I kicked the door open. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was sprawled out on top of his covers, snoring. He had only been up here for 15 minutes. I walked over to his bed and kicked him in the side.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, sitting up. “What the hell do you want?”

“Mom needs us to go to the store.” I shrugged, my favorite thing to do.

“Just go by yourself.” He said, laying back down.

“Fuck off, get up.” I kicked him again.

“I swear if you kick me one more time I will break your fragile foot.” He glared at me.

I raised my foot to test him.

“Kenz, if you value your ability to walk, I’d stop right now.” He eyed me.

Of course I didn’t listen. I kicked him one last time, quickly running out of his room grabbing a black and red flannel on my way out. I smirked to myself, serves him right. I headed into my room, in attempt to fix my hair. I gave up when it wouldn’t do anything I wanted it too. I threw a plain black snapback on backwards and called it a day. I tied the flannel I snagged from my brothers room around my waist and went downstairs.

I was a pretty average girl. I liked to shop, I liked to push fashion limits, I liked to smoke with my friends, I was always the dangerous one. I went to school, worked a part time job and just enjoyed life. I was edgy but when you cut through my bullshit deep enough, I could be sweet. Acting tough wasn’t a front, I really was like that, it just took the right person to get me to open up.

I waited on the bottom step for a couple minutes before he came down, jingling the keys in my face.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yes, let’s go before mom asks us to stop anywhere else.”

“Good plan. By the way, I’m still going to break your foot. I just don’t feel like going to the store alone.” He smirked over at me as we fought to see who would make it through the door frame first.

“HA! I win.” I stuck my middle finger up behind me as I walked towards his car.

“Only cause you’re smaller.”

“I’m like 3 inches shorter than you.” I rolled my eyes. “You need to grow, you shrimp.”

“I think being 6 foot is tall enough.” He shrugged.

“Whatever.” I waited for him to unlock the car, quickly jumping in when he did.

He backed us out of the driveway and headed towards the main road. We still lived in the same house we did before he got famous. He had his own place but often stayed with us because we missed him. He turned up the radio and I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck off.” I switched to the alternative station. “I’m not listening to fucking Taylor Swift.”

“I liked that song.”

“No, you didn’t.” I shook my head. “You just pretend to like things to piss me off.”

“What?” he placed a hand over his chest. “Why would I ever do such a thing to my adorable little sister?”

I flipped him off again before digging around my purse. I found the carton I was looking for and popped a cigarette out of it. I had it lit and the window open before Ashton even knew what was happening.

“Put it out now!” he shouted at me.

I took a long drag and blew the smoke at him.

“Seriously! Come on Kenz, this is brand new!” he patted the dashboard of his car.

“Mikey smokes.” I shrugged.

“Yes, but not in my car.” he rolled his eyes at me.

“Oh well, I have the window down.” I shrugged.

“Whatever.” He eyed me. “Don’t do it again. I don’t even see why you need to smoke those things.”

“I don’t see why you need to be internationally known.” I shot back.

“Mackenzie, please don’t start.” He sighed. It wasn’t that I was angry at him for becoming famous, he just changed our lives. I just missed him.

“Mackenzie, please don’t start.” I mimicked. Something I often did when I was angry but had nothing else to say or no come back.

“Seriously. I’m sorry, okay?” he looked at me as we pulled into a parking spot at the grocery.

“Let’s go.” I opened the door and got out, not even bothering to acknowledge him. He got out of the car even faster, stepping in front of me so I couldn’t walk around him. He matched every move I made. I gave up, tugging the strap of my satchel onto my shoulder. I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to talk.

“Sis, you can’t be mad at me forever. I didn’t mean for this to happen, it just did. And who are we to say no? This is a chance of a life time. I know you miss me, I miss you too. I know things are different. I just don’t want the fame to tear us apart.” I scoffed at him. “I know things aren’t like they were when we were kids, but please, just please be happy for once.”

“Please be happy for once.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m so happy for you! You don’t even know! I just can’t stand you not being around. I have to call you when I need you. I hate not being able to just walk over to your door at 3 am and sit there until the sun rises talking and being idiots. I have to check the fucking time zone you’re in that day to make sure you’ll even be able to answer me. It fucking sucks. Fame fucking sucks.” I rolled my eyes, dropping the finished cig to the ground, stomping it out. “Let’s just get what we need.”

“Kenz, you realize we are about to spend a whole year together? I haven’t gone anywhere.” He threw a protective arm around my shoulder.

“Great.” I stuck my tongue out, reaching for a basket as we got into the store.

“There’s the Mackenzie I know and love.” He pinched my check.

“Fuck you.” I flipped him off, heading towards the first item on the list.

I guess touring with him wouldn’t be too bad. He was right. I would have him for a year. That’s more than I’d have him if I stayed home. Who was I kidding? School over touring the world with a famous band? Fuck that. Here I come world.

Notes

I KNOW THIS ISN'T ONE DIRECTION. SUE ME.

Anyways, I wanted to dabble into the world of 5sos. I just love them!

This story is going to be wild and interesting! This is just a basic first chapter so give it a chance to pick up!

Sorry for any errors as well.
thanks! xx