Bondi Diaries || Bondi Rescue

Chapter 16: My Shaving

Harry came over and handed me the laptop he'd checked the news on.

"Don't freak out okay?" he said, turning it to face me. "We're all here for you."

I nodded, and Jesse scowled at him. "Oh grow up Inky," I accused, not in the mood for jealous potential lovers. "I'm trying to determine my fate here."

"Sorry."

I scrolled through the articles.

After a lengthy absence, Louis Tomlinson's twin sister Maddie has been found in Bondi, Sydney at a surfing contest.

She appears to have the same attitude to the paparazzi as before, despite her budding pro-surfing career being documented under the alias 'Koti'.

"Pfft. It is not an alias- it's my real name!" I said in response to the article. Who do they think I am? Some terrorist trying to bomb Sydney? No. It is my freaking middle name!

Nobody said anything as I continued to read, and you could cut the tension with a knife. I didn't want my friends to think I was going to explode because I had been found out by the world, and I didn't want them to think this was what I had planned... so that I would get even more publicity as a surfer.

"Alright," I sighed. "It's not that bad..."

"Seriously?" asked Louis. "You're not going to freak out?"

"Well... I'm mad, but that doesn't mean I can change it. And I don't want to hide this time Lou. I'm going to take it in my stride." I admitted happily.

"Does this mean we can call you Maddie?" Jesse asked teasingly.

"Don't you dare," I threatened. "I will chop you up if you do. I am still Koti to all of you."

"You only ever were Koti to half of us." Dean said with a smile. I smiled back- he really made me feel better.

"I love you guys!" I said. "Come on! GROUP HUG!"

We all crowded around into one big circle.

"Personally, I think this deserves a night out," Taco informed us. "Or a night of drinks."

"Why?" I asked sarcastically and completely confused.

"Because, in a way Koti," Liam began talking. "You've kind of come out of the closet."

We all started to laugh, and I clutched my stomach. My head was still throbbing from my slight- okay extreme- concussion from chasing paps, but it felt great to be with everybody.

Taco wrapped his arm around my waist, and Jesse and Harry both scowled. I rolled my eyes and moved into his side, clearly showing that I was interested more in Taco than my ex and previous sex partner, and they both looked away.

"You feeling okay?" Taco enquired.

I nodded. "Yeh, just a tad sore."

"I can imagine," he smiled. "How about we just have relax and drinks at home so you can recover?"

"That would be awesome. But I'm going to go to bed again."

"Alright, sleep well darling," Taco pecked my cheek. "I'll wake you when it's time."

I wandered off back down to my room as my cheek flamed red from where Taco had kissed me. I mean, it wasn't like it was the first time he'd pecked my cheek (we'd done a fair bit more), but I didn't know whether I wanted a relationship with him... and he certainly was acting like we were properly dating.

I opened my blinds and stepped out onto my balcony, curling up on the slightly rusted chair I had sitting there, with a blanket and finished off my beans on toast, thinking all the while.

"What am I doing with my life?" I asked myself, sighing.

I had three boys chasing after me, I had promised Louis I'd go back to see mum, and my surfing career was over.

I had nothing.

I looked out on the trees and admired the tiny sliver of Bondi beach that was visible from the apartment. It truly was gorgeous- my own shaving of paradise amongst egotistical rich assholes.

I didn't want to go back to England, as much as I missed Mum and my sisters. Louis in Australia was enough to turn my new world topsy-turvy, but I did not under any circumstance, wish to hang upside down completely.

I grabbed my laptop from my desk and sat back down on the balcony and opened up my twitter account. I had thousands upon thousands of people starting to follow me, and people I followed back were messaging me, asking if what they said was true. I knew I had to admit it somehow, and I wanted to do it Koti style... not Maddie style.

I began typing, and poured my heart out onto those keys into that document. I stuck my tongue out, and left my beans to grow cold.

Once I was done, I admired and read over my work.

Yes, what these big-headed ridiculous assholes tell you is true. I am Louis Tomlinson's twin sister who mysteriously went missing after I had people hating on me Every. Single. Day.

I'd like to be known by my middle name, Koti. It's always been my preferred name, and since I went 'missing' from the spotlight, it became me.

I reinvented myself down here in Australia. Kept small time jobs as a barista and developed the witty charisma associated with 'bogans'.

I don't want people to do what they did in those horrible years when I contemplated whether life was even worth living. If they do that I might just disappear again.

So, as I sit here on my balcony in Bondi (please do not stalk me in hope of finding my brother I will hurt you), looking at my own shaving of paradise surrounded by narcissistic rich Bondians, I admit to you, that I, Koti Tomlinson, am in fact, Madeline Koti Tomlinson.

Sure it wasn't much and I wasn't a brilliant writer, but it got my message across didn't it?

"Koti?" Louis poked his head around the door. "Are you okay?"

I forgot all my previous hatred and feelings against my brother and smothered him in a massive hug.

"I'm back Lou," I said through tears. "I'm back for good."