Louis' long lost sister

Chapter nine

One week later and I was once again on my bed thinking. I thought hard. I thought all about how my life has turned upside down in just two days and the fact it's been a week since the reveal of the biggest secret in my life. I thought about Louis, the boys, that interview, Megan, Gabby, and the haters that I've all ready compiled. I'm mostly thinking about the hate comments I've been seeing on twitter. They were kinda right. I was forced upon this family. They probably don't even want me. Why would they? I'm worthless. The only good thing about me is my art and even that is shitty.

I also feel bad for mooching off the boys. They pay for everything. I went job hunting yesterday but had no luck. I was planning on going again later today. You know what? I'm gonna go now.

I stood up and headed to my closet where my favorite sweater was lying on the floor from when I threw it in there last night. If you're wondering, yes I have cut twice more in the past week. Just because I told Megan to be strong, doesn't mean I have to be.

I walked downstairs and left a small note for the boys since they were at some band meeting somewhere. Louis let me have about £30 for food and stuff around town. I'm also using it for bus fare and made a mental note to pay him back. I walked to the bus stop that was three blocks over and waited a solid ten minutes till the bus pulled up.

I was in town in no time. The streets were semi crowded but nothing I couldn't handle. I walked for about twenty minutes before I passed a small convineance store with a help wanted sign in the window. I walked in and asked for an application. The man grunted in response and walked into a back room. I looked around and saw my face plastered on the cover of a magazine next to Harry. Above us was the words "Freya Tomlinson falling for heart throb Harry Styles?" and smaller next to that was "check page 34 for details." I took the magazine off the rack and put it on the counter along with a pack of gum.

The man came back and placed the application in front of me. I filled it out right then and there handing it back with a smile. He put it into the drawer next to him and began ringing up my two items. "You know, you look a lot like the girl in this cover. Maybe your her long lost sister!" I faked laughed and payed for my items then stepping outside. I walked to the bus bench down the street and pulled the magazine out. On the cover was a screen shot of my face from the interview with the boys and Harry's face as well. They picked one where Harry looking at me but I was looking at Averie. I heard the bus pull up so I hopped on flopping on a seat to continue to the article. Page 34. There it was. The title was the same as the one on the cover but this one was surrounded by pictures. On the top right was the one from the interview where we are holding hands. The caption below says 'We were all shocked when Louis dropped the bomb on us about having a sister, I think what really got us was how close Harry and Freya seemed. Romance blossoming?'

On the left, halfway down the page was a picture of Harry and I just casually walking down the street. I remember that day. That was two days after the movies and the guys wanted to go out for dinner so we did. I left my phone in the car so Harry came out with me to find it. Nothing happened. This caption read 'Harry and Freya seen getting out of a car together and waking into a restaurant. A date perhaps?'

The last picture was us holding hands at the movies. It looked like it was a zoomed in picture so it must of been taken from the other side of the theatre. 'The two casually strolled out of the theatre holding hands. This photo was submitted by a fan who quotes "Oh they are totally together. Nobody would give a smile like that for no reason" Could she be right?'

No she couldn't be right. These people need to learn to mind their own business. I continued on to read the small passages that the pictures were surrounding.

'After the interview of the boys and Freya aired, #FarryStylinson was trending on twitter in less than an hour. It's clear what the fans all want. The question is, what does Louis think?

How many secrets is he keeping from his fans? Could she be his real sister or just a thirst for fame?'

Of course I'm his fucking sister! I'll get a blood test done just to prove it to them. You know what? Why bother? who cares what they think? I don't.

I look to the window and notice we are close to my stop. When we do stop, I get off and make the small journey back home. I can see cars in the driveway so the boys must be home.

I walk in to see all of them in the lounge watching some cartoon even though I think nobody was paying attention. I step out into the middle of the room and slam the magazine onto the table. All of the boys look slowly lean in and I can faintly hear somebody mutter 'oh shit'

A hand flies to the magazine and pulls it to the couch. It was Liam. All of the boys gather around him on the couch and they begin reading the article together. Harry and Louis seem the most uncomfortable with the story. Louis stands up and pulls his laptop out from the bag next to the couch

"Alright boys, time for a twitcam. Niall, go put on some pants." I looked down to realize that Niall was sitting there in superman boxers. My batman ones are better.

The boys start fixing their hair as Louis composes a tweet about it. Soon I see the boys all start smiling and Liam saying "hi"

Louis begins with "Okay so the reason we are having this twitcam is to clear up a few things regarding this" and he holds up the article that was on Liam's lap. "First off, I am not hiding anything from you guys and Freya is my real sister. If you don't believe so, then mind your own business. Second, Harry and Freya are not dating and my reaction towards that type of thing shouldn't concern you. Okay so now that that's out of my system. We'll now be taking questions." I got a little closer and started reading some of the questions and comments that were on the screen. I saw a lot of questions asking for explanations for why we were holding hands and all of that. I was about to answer but Harry beat me right to it.

"Okay so explaining the photos, the first one is from our interview awhile ago. Before the interview began, I told Freya that if she was nervous she could grab my hand if she needed to. She was too nervous to do even that so I grabbed her hand for her. No big deal." That last sentence kind of hurt. "This one of us apparently on our 'first date' wasn't even a date. She wanted company to the car. Also, even if we were dating, I would take her some place so much better than a restaurant for a first date. I mean, the sister of my best friend deserves so much better than that, right? The last one is at the movies. She got scared during the movie so I once again comforted her but that time I guess I forgot to let go."

The boys started answering a bunch of questions again and I was sitting there listening and watching. I was really focused on all of the hate comments I saw. These ones felt so much worse than the last time. I think the worst one for me was 'obviously they didn't miss you if you were never found' They were all going so fast and I couldn't help but notice the itching sensation on my wrists. I jumped off the back of the couch that I have been perched on and ran to my room. I closed the door and ran into the bathroom. I found my oh so lovely razor and began to slowly slice my wrists.

"Hey Freya, I was wonder-" I whipped around to see Louis starring at me with a shocked expression. I saw him slowly look down to my blood soaked arm as my razor fell from my hand in what seemed like slow motion. Louis started to shake ever so slightly. He took the few steps between us and wrapped me in a hug. I only put one arm around him for obvious reasons. "Freya, you can get blood on this shirt. I don't care." I hesitantly picked up my arm and placed it on this back.

Louis started to slowly stroke my head and rock me side to side slightly. After holding me for a few minutes, he pulled back and wiped his eyes from the tears that had begun falling. "Freya, I want you to tell me everything. Now."