Spring Breeze {Larry Stylinson book 4}

Chapter 23

"Hey, little sis." Louis' eyes are tearing when he sees the girl in front of him. He is standing up, wanting to put his arms around the girl in front of him. She looks stunning and exactly how Louis always had imagined how Lottie would look like as a teenager.

Her hair is dyed, blond with a pink dip dye. She has a nose piercing and on her wrist she has the letter 'J' tattooed with angel wings beside it. She is wearing a black skinny jeans and a pink crop top, showing off her other piercing in her belly button. Lottie looks like a typical, savage teenager just like Louis did.

"You don't get to call me that, not anymore." The girl snaps as she steps back, not wanting to be near Louis. The feathery haired boy feels his heart breaking.

"Lottie, please. I am so sorry. Can we talk please?" Louis is begging the younger girl but he only gets a negative reaction from the teenager.

"I've been waiting almost 8 years to talk to you, Louis. It's a bit late now to show up, isn't it. What do you need?" Her voice is full of anger and Louis hates it. It's his little sister, she shouldn't ever talk to Louis like that. It hurts him so much.

Harry takes Louis hand and pulls him back on the couch, discretely rubbing circles on his back with his thumb. He knows it's something that calms him down.

"I am so sorry Lottie. I tried to contact you but you moved. I am so extremely sorry! I missed you so much! I promise, Lotts there was not a day I didn't think about you. I love you. Please let's talk." Louis sounds as desperate as he is. He can't lose his little sister, he really can't.

"I don't want to talk to you, asshole." Her voice is stern and the insult drives Louis over the edge. Loud sobs are leaving his mouth.

"Charlotte Tomlinson you don't talk to your brother like that!" Mark intervenes.

"Half-brother. He is only my half-brother. And I don't care. He didn't even talk to me for eight fucking years, dad." She corrects her father.

And there was nothing she could have said to hurt Louis more. He feels a knife going through his heart, twitching and stabbing. Another thing he has been insecure about for already his whole life is thrown in his face right now.

His sight is blurry, he is shaking and voices are hollow again like he is under water. He feels Harry taking his hands but he is too far gone in his panic attack, memories playing through his head. She promised they were siblings. She promised Louis wasn't different...

Today is a beautiful day. Jay could finally come home with the twins she just gave birth to. Louis was 13 and Lottie was 7.

"Are you excited, girls? Your sisters are coming home today!" Hellen, the mother of Mark was at the Tomlinson's house as she was watching her grandchildren... And Louis.

The woman has never been a fan of the troubled guy that Jay calls her son and she also doesn't understand why Mark is so fond of the guy. The only thing Hellen has heard is that the boy failed his tests, got into a fight in school and only wanted to play on his stupid guitar.

"We are very excited!" A 5-year old Fizzy answered, Lottie nodding enthusiastically together with her sister.

"I'm also really happy to have another sister. Maybe next time mom will have a boy!" Louis joked.

Hellen rolled her eyes as the boy spoke.

"They are not your sisters, neither are Lottie and Fizzy. You have another father, Louis. Don't think you are part of my side of the family. You have your own father that doesn't want you." The older woman snapped. She always snapped at Louis. Louis could never do something right in her eyes.

The 13 year old boys' lips starts to wibble and his eyes are teary. He runs off the couch, straight to his room where he takes a pillow and hugs it.

The older woman is only speaking the truth and here is Louis crying in a pillow. He will never be a part of this family. The only person he is connected to is his mother. He doesn't have a father or siblings. It's sure that all the girls love each other more. Louis is just the extra trouble in the house. Louis was only an accident from a previous relationship.

"Lou?" A high pitched girly voice sounds through the only boys room in the house.

"You should go downstairs, Lottie. Mom and your sisters will arrive soon. You can't miss the arrival of your sisters." Louis sobbed.

"They are also your sisters, LouLou." The smaller girl says jumping on the single bed of her brother.

"You heard your grandmother, sweetheart. I'm not really a part of this family. I'm not really your brother. I have another daddy." Louis explained to the seven year old.

"But we have the same mommy! And we live in the same house! We watch movies together and you help me with my homework and you sneak me candy when mommy told me not to have some. You are my brother LouLou and I don't care that we have a different daddy. I love you so much." The blond crawls towards the boy in his early teenage years and hugs him. Louis hugs her tightly back, kissing her hair.

"Do you really mean that, Lots?" he whispers.

"Yes, Lou Lou, you are my brother. I love you

And now Lottie finally realised the truth, Louis thinks. Louis is still in his panic attack and Harry is rocking the boy, telling him to breath. He thanks Mark when he hands him a bottle of water. Harry first tries to let Louis drink a bit but after he also puts some over the boys' head. Lottie looks in shock at her brother who totally lost control of himself. She just stares at the curly boy trying to rock her brother asleep and after a few minutes it works as she sees how Louis' body is relaxing and he is not freaking out anymore. When Harry notices Louis is asleep he starts talking.

"I understand you are upset, Charlotte. But believe me when Louis almost talks everyday about you and your mom and your sisters. He loves you so much."

Lottie doesn't say a word and just cries.

"I am so sorry that you had to go through all of that. Nobody should ever lose a parent. I know you needed him all those years but he is here now and he doesn't want anything more than to be your brother. It wasn't all that easy and I'm sure he will explain you." Harry keeps talking but Lottie is still speechless, crying silently.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" He asks Mark. The older man nods, stands up and gives it to Harry.

"Look, Lottie. This is my phone number. I do request you kindly not to spread it around." Harry says while writing his digits.

"And this is the name of the hotel we are staying, room number 28. We will be here all day tomorrow and after tomorrow we have to go back to London around noon. Please contact me or come and see us. It would mean the world to Louis. He has so much to tell you."

Lottie takes the paper from Harry's hand, still not saying anything. This is all a bit too much for her.

Harry carefully carries Louis bridal style, thanks Mark for the tea and walks towards the car. He hopes desperately Lottie will change her mind. It would kill Louis if she doesn't and Harry could never forgive himself that he pushed the boy he loves into that situation.