Who are you?

chapter 8.

Louis finally zoned back to reality after it was dark out, to the sound of his ringtone going off. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. 

Mum

Louis knew he was in deep shit, his mom usually would let him do his thing in the real world, but he's assuming his mum here wasn't as laid back, considering he didn't suddenly leave for three years to become world-famous. 

"Hey mum," Louis said over the phone his voice slightly cracking from crying for hours before. 

"Louis William Tomlinson, where are you? You've been gone for hours," His mum asked, her tone angry with a hint of concern. 

"I just went on a walk, I did go visit Stan for a bit, but I'm heading back now," he said, and god he hated lying to his mum. The only thing he hated more than that was admitting to her that he's been crying for a good amount of time, so lying was really his only option. 

"Louis, you need to tell me when you plan on being gone for more than an hour. I'd rather know where you are rather than find out from some cop that my son got kidnapped or hit by a car," she ridiculed him, and Louis winced. 

"Where did you even get that idea, mum? I promise I'll tell you next time, but I needed to clear my head for a bit," He said, getting up from off the bench. He put the phone on speaker and turned the camera on so he could check his reflection. He looked like absolute shit. 

"I'm just worried, darling. You haven't seemed like yourself the last few days, you've been isolating yourself more than normal, honey. Is everything okay?" She asked, and ouch. Louis hated that she worried for him, he didn't even think he was being that obvious. Sure, he hasn't spent as much time with her as he may have at home, but he didn't think she'd notice because it's only been three days and he's not out travelling the world. 

"Yeah, I'm okay mum, if something's wrong I'll tell you, yeah?" Louis said, continuing to lie through his teeth. He hated it so much, but he had no other option. He didn't know enough about himself here to know anything. 

"I know, I know, but if anything's going on, I'll love you no matter what, you know that, right?" She asked. 

"Of course mum, I love you too. I'm on my way back home now, see you in a bit," Louis said,before hanging up. He rubbed at his face a few times to try to get rid of evidence that he's been crying, and checked his camera again. He looked better, but it was still fairly obvious that he was crying. He fanned his face with his hands in hopes that that would dry his eyes out, then decided to wait. It was a good ten minute walk after all, he figure he would be fine by the time he got back. 

He was right, after checking the camera on his phone three times on his way back, he eventually looked like he wasn't just crying for a good amount of time. 

He walked into the house and smelled his mum's homemade chicken being cooked, one of his favorite kinds of chicken. He smiled. He loved when she made meals for him. 

"I'm home," Louis announced, walking into the kitchen. He saw Lottie roll her eyes from the living room, mumbling a silent, "Finally," without looking up. 

"What do you mean, finally?" He asked. He didn't know what could've sparked such a mood in his sister, but he didn't feel like dealing with her shit. 

"You disappeared without telling anyone," Lottie said, finally looking at him. 

"Hey, I shouted to the general house that I was going out," he defended himself. Lottie just rolled her eyes again and went back to her phone. 

"Next time come find one of us,  honey. You could've been seriously hurt and we wouldn't have known," his mum gently said behind him. Louis went over to hug her, ad as he pulled away, he said, "I don't see why this is a big deal, I am twenty one," he said, and Jay sighed.