Secrets

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Picture of Isabella above^^

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Bella POV

Well, hey. This is the story of me. I'm Isabella Tomlinson, but people just call me Bella. I'm 16, almost 17, and yes, Tomlinson as in Louis Tomlinson, from One Direction. I'm his little sister, if he even remembers me at this point. The day he left for X-Factor, I was crushed. I was loosing my best friend for god knows how long. I wanted him to be successful, but I never imagined that he would get so famous he forgot about his baby sister. That was 3 years ago. I'm not his baby sister anymore; in fact, I can't stand the thought of him. He left me, as simple as that.

Anyways, back to the story, shall we?

"Bella! You almost ready, hon? We got a lot to do today!" my mother called. Shit. Today was Sunday, which meant tomorrow was the beginning of school. We only have one private school in my district, The Doncaster Elite Girls Academy (I have no idea whether that's real or not). I'm going into year 11, which means that I'll have to start looking at colleges soon. Ew, more schools.

I never understood them. People always told me once I got out of school things would get better, but I just don't see it. You go from sitting at a desk for 8 hours a day listening to teachers to sitting at a desk 10 hours a day listening to your boss. My brother never understood it either; that's part of the reason why he left.

"Yeah mum, I'll be right down" I called from my room. She didn't reply. Odd. But I heard the doorbell ring shortly after and another voice filling the living room. It sounded deeper, like a man but not quite. Curious, I padded down the stairs into our family room. When I got there, I froze in my tracks.

"Oh! There you are darling!" My mum broke the noticeable tension in the room.

"What is he doing here" I spat, venom lacing every word.

"Now Bella, be nice to your brother. He hasn't seen you in 3 years and this is how you greet him?" her voice suddenly turned harsh. Was she really gonna defend him? After he abandoned me and kicked me to the curb? He didn't call me for 3 years; he didn't deserve to be here.

"HE LEFT US! DON'T YOU GET THAT?! HE CHOSE HIS BAND OVER HIS OWN FAMILY!" I screamed, 3 years worth of emotions flooding out of me. I ran up to him and slapped him across the face, too angry to care about the consequences.

My mum gasped, and the room turned uncomfortably quiet as my ex best friend looked me in the eye for the first time since he got here. There were tears in his eyes, but not from the slap. My words had hurt him, I could tell. But I didn't feel guilty.

He deserves this. He left us for four guys that he met on a TV show for gods sake!

"Isabella Marie Tomlinson! That is quite enough from you young lady!" my mother's voice snapped my back to reality. "I don't care if he hasn't been around lately; he is a very busy lad now. just be glad he's here now" she said, her voice breaking. I looked up at her and saw that she too had tears welled up. Aw man, I'm making my own mum cry. Louis, I'm ok with seeing in pain. The dickbag deserves it. But my mum, I can't stand her being sad. She stuck by me while my world turned upside down.

"Mum I'm really sorry. I'll try harder I promise. I'm sure he's not that bad." That was a lie. No way in hell was I about to give Louis another chance, but my mum didn't need to know that.

"Ahem, I'm uh... kinda right here you know" Louis quietly piped up.
"Yes we know, baby. Which brings me to my point" my mum started. We both stares at her, waiting for her to continue. "Well, you see, my boss needs me to work more, and um... be willing to move more frequently. So, I can't take care of you anymore darling" she said calmly, looking straight at me. I was taken aback for a moment, trying to fit the pieces together. My mother was leaving, okay. I'm almost 18 anyways, so why is douchebag here?

And then it hit me.

"Aw hell to the no. No no no no. I'm not going to live with a man that I don't even know anymore. He left me alone so that he could escape this worn down town. He doesn't give a shit about me, and he never will!" I protested. Now it was my turn to start tearing up. With that, I walked up to my brother for the second time today and slapped him twice, bringing the grand total to 3: one for each year he's abandoned me. I spun on my heel and sprinted to my room, slamming the door behind me.

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So that was my first chapter. I know it's not that interesting yet, but next chapter she'll meet the boys...

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