Louis Tomlinson...is my Brother?!?

chapter 1

"They'll love you! Don't worry their family." Kelly my social worker told me as we got off the plane; we are in London my new home. I was nervous my mom always said my dad wasn't in the picture because they fell in love young, then met again, well ya know I came into the picture and he left, went back to his life. I also have a super famous brother...will he like me or hate me? It's weird that he's older than me, I'm the oldest out of my brother's who are living with their families, we talk a lot, when I found out we were having to go to separate homes I flipped, I had promised to take care of them for my mom. My one brother Connor lives with his grandparents, they fly me out to see him and we talk and skype so he won't forget me, he's 8 now. My other brother is... away. We get in a taxi and go to the address they gave Kelly, I was so glad Kelly was here with me, she was like a mom and big sister to me. When she found out about my foster father she almost broke into tears, she felt responsible so now she comes with me and transferred to London.

"Kelly?" I ask after we got in the cab and she was done talking on her phone.

"Yeah?" She was paying attention to everything and trying to make sure this worked out well for me.

"What about my brothers?" At first I had said no to coming here because of them, it was to far away from them.

"Sweetie, their fine, Connor will be coming here or you over there once everything is all good and settled. If this doesn't work his grandparents said they will consider taking you in, but if not its back to foster homes. We want this to work, you don't have that much longer, and you'll turn 18 in March its September just hold on." I hugged her and she was right, I've made it this long, I can hold on then when I turn 18 and everything ready I can get Connor and take care of him like my mom wanted.

"Yeah you're right. I just miss him." Our conversation ends as we pull up to what's I guess is the place.

Kelly has the cab driver wait and we go to the door. I start fiddling with fingers as we wait for someone to answer the door. Finally a lady appears and Kelly talks to her while I go and get my bags as Kelly said. I lift my suitcase and a sharp searing pain takes my breath away, I forgot about my ribs. I already had to use my left arm because my right one is broken again. The cab driver comes and helps me, I see pity in his eyes, he must've over heard Kelly and I's conversations. I smile a small smile at him and all I end up caring is my tote which I won't let anyone else mess with I've gotten in trouble for this with the mean foster families but I don't care, its mine. We walk in and I see Kelly talking to a man dressed casually in jeans and a polo at least I don't feel under dressed in my favorite black ripped skinnies, black tee shirt and converse. I get motioned to come over; the man goes to shake my left hand since my whole right arm is in a purple cast.

(In this story Mark Tomlinson is the birth dad, his parents never got divorced)

"Hullo, I'm Mark Tomlinson." He looks a lot like Louis's smile.

"Hi." I send a small smile in his direction, Kelly hands me her phone so I can check on Connor. I see Mark's smile slip a little as though he is disappointed but I really don't care.

"Cheznie?" I look up to see Mark reading my file. No one had called me that since my mom died and I'm not sure I like him calling me by real name.

"Rae." I look at Kelly as she corrected him; he said my real name wrong a lot of people do even though it's not hard to say. He looks confused but doesn't say anything.

"Rae is my middle name." I told him as I showed him the R in the middle initial slot, he nods and Kelly and I tell him about my chart.

"You have been to a lot of homes since your mothers...passing." It wasn't a question it was a statement.