sweet as sugar, cold as ice

Chapter 37

Alex's pov

"Alex! C'mon open up!" My mum screamed, after our conversation last night I ran up to my old bedroom and barricaded myself in all night, Locked the door and sat against it.
I had only woken up about ten minutes ago, still sitting against it "Alex! You can't sit in there forever!"
"Why didn't you tell me?" I shouted back, my mother sighed "because... It was for the best."
"No it wasn't! I have a right to know who my real father is!" I screamed back, holding back my cries.
She huffed and stormed backdown the stairs.

Harry had phoned me a number of times, and left voice messages, I decided to ignore him.
He knew about this, and didn't tell me, even when I asked him repeatedly.
This whole situation just shows I really can't trust anybody.

I slowly unlocked my door and made my way down stairs. My mum was sitting at the kitchen table with a worried look on her face, just staring, muttering to herself. "Mum," I whispered, and her head shot right up. Looking at me.
I took the seat across from her, where I usually sat when I used to live here.
"You've clearly taken this badly" he began "you were going to find out one day," she went on "maybe I should have told you all of those years ago." She shook her head, disappointed in herself "I'm sorry." She muttered.
"Who all knew then." Came out of my mouth without a second thought "does it matter." She snapped back "yes. It does matter!"
"Aston, your dad, mark, Ben, and marks son, I can't remember his name though." She scratched her head
Louis... Louis second name is Tomlinson. And I'm pretty sure his dads name is mark.
"Louis." "Yes, that's it." She faintly smiled
"I just don't believe it." I blurted out

"I need to leave. I need to sort this out." I said as I began to walk upstairs to collect my belongings.
"So soon?" She squeaked "yes," was all I could say.

I took another swig of the bottle of beer I had in my hand, I had, had so many I couldn't count.
I knocked on Harry's door until he answered "Alex! Where have you been!" He shouted but I pushed past him
"Well, now I know! But why did you keep it from me, it's my secret after all." I hadn't even noticed I was slurring my speech until I had finished "Alex? Are you drunk?" "Maybe... What's it to you anyway!" I shouted, I then dropped my bag, and stumbled back over to the door "where are you going?" Harry asked desperately "to pay a few people a well deserved visit" I smirked as I stepped out of the door.

I stumbled down the pathway, of my house, well the house I used to live in, I could hear Harry's footsteps behind me.
"Alex, please don't do anything stupid." He pleaded.
I knocked loudly on the door three times, Aston answered.
"Alex?"
I pushed past him, like I had done with Harry earlier.
"A Merrygold am I?" I laughed loudly.
Aston gave Harry a look "yeah, before you ask she is drunk" Harry blurted out and Aston nodded in understanding.
"I remember when I first moved here all I got was "are you a Merrygold!?" And I always replied with yes, when it should've been no!" I squealed. "Why didn't you tell me ast?" I felt tears form at my eyes.
"I couldn't. Mum and dad told me not to. Infact they forced me not to."
"So, is this what you and Louis talk about, how your both my half brothers, without me even knowing."
"Well not exactly..."
I stormed out of the house, and made my way to... Yep you guessed it, the Tomlinsons.

Knock...knock... Knock.
"Alex?" Louis answered, and like everyone else, I pushed past him, into his home.
Harry and Aston both behind me.
"Hey, bro. How you doing Lou. When where you planning on telling me, that you were my brother?" I asked, sarcastically.
Louis gave Aston and Harry a look "yep, she's drunk" they both said at the same time.
"What so a secret about me, that practically everyone new about except from me... Sounds fair, doesn't it?" I looked at all of them.
"It was... It was for the best, Alex." Louis said calmly,
And that's when I lost it.
I punched his chest repeatedly. "Will everyone stop!" I cried, my face, soaked with tears and mascara.
I felt large hands rap around my waist, which I recognised to be Harry's. He lifted me up carrying me out of Louis house.
I heard, both Aston and Harry apologise to Louis. Before beginning to make our way home.
Harry lifted me up, pulling my head to his chest. I was crying. And I couldn't stop.
My head was mucked up, and I was confused.

I wish I hadn't moved here. I wish I hadn't met any of them. I wish my family hadn't fallen apart.
I wish my life was normal.
But you know what they say... Be careful what you wish for.