The Child Dreamer

Chapter 1

Hi! My name is Louis William Tomlinson! I am 6 years old. People keep telling me differently. They say I'm 22. 22? I can't possibly be 22! I am 6. I live with my family in a big big house. My family really isn't my family though. I call them my brothers because I'm growing up with them. One of them is kind of bossy. Then another one think he's several different people. He's my best friend. And one guy has trouble keeping his peewee in his pants. And my last brother has trouble sleeping. It's like he's worried about something all the time.

"Louis!" My best friend Harry called.

"Harry!" I laughed and jumped off of my bed and ran to him. He was taller than me. I hugged him tightly.

"I'm not Harry. I'm Henry."

"Henry? Can we go do something fun?!" I shouted.

"Ya! Let's go swimming!" Henry grabbed my hand.

"Henry! Piggyback ride?"

"Ok." Henry bent down and I climbed onto his back. We ran out of my room and downstairs.

"Whee!" I cheered.

"Hey! No running!" Liam yelled. "Simon won't be happy!!" We passed him as Henry ran out to the lake by our country house.

"Maybe we shouldn't be running Henry."

"Don't be a loser Louis. Liam is just bossy."

"I'm not a loser!" Tears came out of my eyes. Henry set me down by a tree. He looked at me.

"Hey! Don't cry! We're going to have fun! We're going to go swimming!" I wiped my eyes and smiled.

"That's better. Come on silly head! Let's go!" He ran to the water and jumped in. I ran and jumped in as well. The water hit me and I felt cold. It was June though and it was hot. The water felt good. I rose to the surface and gasped for air.

"Henry? Henry?"

"I'm right...BEHIND YOU!" He picked me up and threw me. I laughed and went under the water. I rose to the surface again.

"Again! Again Henry!" I giggled.

"Ok." He lifted me again and threw me in. I rose to the surface once more.

"Harold!"

"It's Henry! How many times do I have to say it?" I looked and there was Simon standing there. Simon is the one who adopted us. I don't really remember the orphanage. Harry told me that it was a scary place. There were other kids around. Mean kids. And the kids would make fun of us all the time. Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry and I. But Simon came and took us away. And now we live here at this old house. We never went to school. I don't remember my parents. I don't really want to.

"Well come on out. And grab your brother while your at it. He needs his nap. It's 3 o'clock."

"Ok. Fine." Henry swam over and picked me up out of the water.

"No! No! I don't want a nap! I'm a big boy! A big boy!" I yelled. Henry lifted me out of the water and then he stopped and paused. He was changing people. "Henry I don't want to take a nap!"

"Louis. You have to. And it's Harry. I don't know why you're calling me Henry. Henry's swimming."

"Harry!" I begged.

"You're only 6. You need a nap. I'll lay down with you."

"You will?"

"Yes."

"But only Hanson lays down with me."

"Hanson is sleeping already. I don't want to wake him up."

"I still don't want to take a nap!" Harry kept moving. He walked inside and I saw a lady standing there. A random lady.

"Harry before you take Louis upstairs I want you to meet Eleanor. She's going to be staying with us and helping around the house while I'm at work. I can trust Liam but he can't control all of you. Eleanor, this is Harry."

"Simon don't forget to tell her about the other three boys in the house. It's not just Niall, Liam, Zayn, Lou and I. There's also Henry, Hanson and Hunter."

"Simon. You didn't say..."

"It's ok Eleanor. Harry has multiple personality disorder." Simon explained.

"I'm not crazy!" Harry yelled.

"No you are not. You are perfectly healthy." Simon calmed Harry. "This is Louis. He's 6."

"6?" She asked.

"Harry take Louis upstairs for his nap. Louis takes a nap at 3 p.m every day. He needs to."

"Oh ok." She said as Harry started to walk up the steps with me in his arms. Then I heard Simon.

"He's actually 22 years old. He has a child mindset disorder. He's had it for the longest time."

"I'm 6! I'm 6!!!" I yelled. "Harry I'm 6!" I buried my face into Harry's shirt. Harry walked me into my room. My bed was in the shape of a boat. It was actually an old boat that Simon and Liam and Harry had help make into my bed. There was a wall that I could write on with chalk. And I had a big big toy box in the corner. It was a treasure chest and on it was an anchor. Then the walls were painted blue like the water. And my ceiling was painted blue and had clouds on it. I loved my room. I was like a captain of a ship. But not a pirate. Pirate's are mean. Harry said so.

"You are 6." Harry spoke. He set me on my bed and I crawled underneath my striped bed spread. "Now we need to go to sleep."

"But Harry."

"If you go to sleep I promise you can get a cookie before dinner. Ok?"

"Promise?" I asked.

"I promise." He shut the curtain and it was kind of dark.

"Harry it's dark." I hid underneath my blanket.

"Sh. Sh it's alright Louis." Harry sat on the bed and hugged me. I held onto him and closed my eyes. "How about I tell you a story so you can sleep."

"Turn on the fan!" I yelled.