Baby Tomlinson || ON HOLD

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Melanie

It was September 12th, 2016, I wasn't all that good at remembering dates but this on in particular was always constant in my thoughts.

It had been exactly three years since I made a life changing decision. Three years since I last saw my family.

When I had just turned eighteen I decided to leave everything and everyone I knew behind to start a new life for myself with my uni fund my parents and I had worked for my whole life and moved all the way from the United Kingdom to the United States.

I chose to I move to New York, the fast pacing city didn't seem so bad at first, until I discovered how different it was from where I was from.

The cluttered streets of rude and preoccupied people, constant loud noises, and all the different smells of street food and bright lights just never seemed true like I'd heard about until I was here for myself to see. 

When I moved I had decided it would be best to erase myself and deleted and deactivated all social medias I had made as a teen before selling my phone for a few extra bucks.

To be extra careful and know no one could recognize me or locate me I had even went to the extreme of dying my long hip length hair from its light hazel to dark chocolate brown and chopped about six inches off to just past my shoulders.

I moved to outskirts of the city where they had cheap apartments and found a nice little one bedroom apartment on-top of a little beat down record store where I currently worked at.

When I moved to keep a low profile where there was less of a chance to spot me, it seems over dramatic for a young normal girl- but that was the thing, I wasn't exactly normal-well I was normal. It was my brother, Liam who was the special one.

He had become famous with his band so fast that it felt like I blinked and suddenly girl all over were trying to see my older brother. Because we were his family, because we were a way to get to him so his fame became partially our fame and everyone knew the girl who's brother was in a famous boy band.

I know anything could still happen where I could be spotted if remembered from an original fan-but I think I'm just a bit paranoid it's been several years now and no one cared much about me as much as the other famous siblings of the band mates.

Once I left my home town back in Wolverhampton I didn't talk to any of the people in my past life, I believe that's what was best at the time.

The only people I have talked to is my parents the night before I left suddenly letting them know I had decided to move out on my own and that I had no desire to return home and  that to know I just wanted to explore the world since I was still young and free-HA the irony, only if they knew the truth.

I try to stay in the flat as much as I can besides work. I don't get paid as much because my boss takes out money for the rent every month from my pay check I get every two weeks.

The only thing that keeps my going is my daughter Isabelle. She is a very anti-social girl but I guess that's my fault for not taking her out much, but once you start a conversation with her she will never stop with that sarcastic mouth of her.

She has dark, brown hair , dimples she shows off when she laughs with her bright eyes that sparkle every time she talks. Unlike me with my hair that is naturally straight with a few waves with my light brown eyes, she still looked like me though in many ways though.

My family has never met Isabelle, even though she was already three I didn't plan on flying back to England anytime soon, I'm a coward and hide the most precious thing in my life from them because of Him.

Isabelle has never met my brother Liam's well as any other family members on either sides but she knows about him.

She has seen her uncle LiLi and the other boys on the telly and not too shockingly she loves their music, which is really hard for me but I have to admit it's catchy so good for them.

Isabelle is a smart child, she knows what's going on most of the time. But she has never asked about her father, about Him, I don't think she knows what that is yet right now she just has me and that's what's normal to her, Me.

But I dont wish for that day anytime soon where she asked questions I won't have the answers to because I would never know the right thing to say because all there was to say was that he left, He cheated, I was his family, I was all he had but I wasn't enough and chose the life of fame and fortune over me.

I looked up into the car mirror and whipped as I clenched the positive pregnancy test in my hand. I was starting to really panic as I sat at a red light, waiting to get my flat that I had just moved into not that long ago. I didn't know what to do, I was only eighteen and my boyfriend was just twenty, we weren't ready for this. I was scared, so scared. Louis was known to have a temper lately and I wasn't sure how this would go. "Okay, Louis I know this is a surprise but, I'm pregnant and you're the father" well obviously he would be the father you idiot.

I kept driving as I kept trying to think of what to say I had no idea how he would react, it would either be the happiest moment of his life or the worst moment of mine. I pulled in to the parking lot I noticed a green Toyota in my usual parking space, putting it past my mind I parked on the side of the street.

I got out and walked up the stairs to the front door as my anxiety levels started to shoot up. Opening it with the key I walked in slipping off my flip-flops I walked over to the living room hearing mumbling noises. Probably the guys, they all had there own places but still chose to come to ours.

I had planned on telling him alone but I guess them being here could work. Once I finally stopped being a wuss I walked in to the living room with my head high up ready to scream it out " IM PR-" I stopped yelling and stood there watching what i had walked into to see two girls, both brunettes in top of Him while clouds of smoke were in the air.
"Lou?" I cried out .

That day I went back into my parents house. I didn't leave my room for a couple weeks as I would just lay in silence letting rot while I sulk in depression as I would constantly stare at my phone waiting for a phone call or text explaining how it was jut a big misunderstanding or a mistake and how we can just move on from this and go forward in our relationship.

That was so long ago yet, it still feels like it just happened yesterday. The thought of it makes my heart feel as if I was just stabbed a thousand times.

To think that he had someone else in our home that we had created and didn't try to make me stay or come back once I said I was leaving hurt.

"Mama? ''

I heard Isabelle say as I was brought out of my thoughts she ran up to me and gave me a hug she always knew when something was bothering me '' I lwve you.'' she said as I nuzzled her head in my neck.

"Hey baby girl wanna go shopping with Mama?" I asked. she screamed in response as I figured to get my mind off of this day that wouldn't leave me alone I'd do something to help occupy us.

I put on our shoes and coats and headed out the door with my wallet as I picked up Belle in my arms heading for the bus stop to go to the mall for some shopping .