Who are you?

chapter 10.

The next day was quiet for Louis in the Tomlinson house. He only saw his mother once before she had left for work, and she didn't say anything to him. She just gave him a look that could easily be taken for pity before giving him his breakfast and leaving. It broke Louis' heart, but it was either that or her be even more scared because of his situation. He was terrified of the day he couldn't hide it anymore. Stan would maybe think it's cool, he's known this from the start. But anyone else, his mum, Harry, they would never speak to him again. 

Lottie and Fizzy both tried to talk to him after Jay left, but he ignored them. He had to pack for when he joined One Direction the next day anyway, and he hasn't even remotely started. It didn't help that Harry gave him a dress code of either "whatever you want" or "nothing ;)" which was further proof to Louis that yep, Harry was flirting with him. Louis just laughed the latter answer off, because what was he supposed to say?

So far he had plenty of clothes to get him by for a week, but he didn't know what else to pack. Obviously his writing materials, that was a given, as were toiletries, but what if he forgot something? What if there was something Harry forgot to tell him to bring? Louis hated packing for vacations for this specific reason.

He also had no bloody idea how he was getting to wherever they would be, which as of now was probably Germany. Harry said someone would pick him up from his house in the morning and drive him to the airport, but he didn't know how they would get someone into Doncaster in such a short amount of time. Harry assured him that they would work it out, but he couldn't help but worry. In the meantime, he was decidedly done with packing, so he decided to call Stan up again. 

"Hey man, you free? I'm bored and need to pass time," he said after Stan picked up. He heard some shuffling on the other side, before, "I'm actually not free right now, Tommo. Call later?"

Louis sighed. Of course Stan would have someone over when he needed to escape his house. Why wouldn't he? 

Louis decided to go back downstairs for a bit, as he could feel his room getting stuffier from him being holed up for the past few hours. He sat up, leaving his phone behind, and left to go see what was happening downstairs. When he got down there, he saw Lottie watching a new episode of Keeping Up With the Kardashians, another show that Louis understood the hype with. Nonetheless, he sat at the other end of the couch anyway.

The two sat in silence for about five minutes before Lottie broke it. "So now that it's just the two of us, will you please tell me what's going on?" she asked, and Louis stiffened. 

"You'd think I'm crazy in the head," Louis simply said, keeping his gaze on the TV.

"It can't be that bad, whatever's going on," she argued, "at the very least, I want to help. I won't tell anyone if you don't want, and no one will hear anyway. Fizzy's upstairs on the phone, the twins are at a play date, Louis just please be honest with someone."

Louis shook his head. "Lottie, I-"

"Don't say you can't, Louis. Unless you killed someone, I highly doubt that-"

"I'm not in the right world, okay? I woke up here last week but I don't belong here, I'm supposed to be on my way to a show with One Direction, the band that I was put in on X-Factor, I'm supposed to be in love with Harry, but I'm not and I have no idea how to get back, okay?" Louis practically shouted. He took a deep breath and looked over at Lottie. He didn't know how to explain what she looked like, but he knew she didn't believe him one bit. 

"Fuck," he shouted, leaning back into the couch as he put his hands to his face. He couldn't look at Lottie, not with her staring at him like he just grew a third arm. He may as well have grown a third arm at that point.