Sister Warden {A Harry Styles Love Story}

*Camryn’s POV*

As the sun hit my face I opened my eyes. I looked around and barely sat up. In the room was my foster family holding a cupcake with a lit candle. I chuckled at their smiling faces.

I knew they weren’t smiling because I was turning 18. They were smiling because they could get rid of me and never see me ever again.

“Get up Camryn!” yelled my foster mom Beth. She blew out the candle on the cupcake and put it on the floor next to my sleeping bag. “Eat this and get out. You packed last night…right?”

  I nodded. She smiled widely and left the room with my foster dad. I stood up and stretched. I looked outside. It’s not like it was a horrible day to figure out where on earth to go. I rolled up and my sleeping bag and stuffed it into an empty backpack.

I quickly took my last shower and got dressed in nice clothes for my birthday. I sat on the floor and looked around my empty room. I quickly ate the cupcake and stood up again. I picked up my three bags and exited without a good-bye.

  Well. You’re probably confused. Let me explain a bit. My name is Camryn Ackers. My birthday is June 27th 1994. My mother’s name is Johanna Tomlinson and my father was Michael Ackers.

My father had an affair with my mother and got her pregnant. That’s the story I know. I lived with my mom until I was 9 years old. Then my father stopped drinking and came to Doncaster, Uk to get me from her. Claiming she was an ‘un-fit mother’. While she had three other kids. Louis, who was 12, Lottie, who was 3, and Fizzie, who was 1.

  I honestly had no idea what was going on when he came to take me. He threw all of my things into bags and took my out of the house just to throw me into Foster care. The only thing I have now of them is a picture and Louis’s old cell phone number. I fit in perfectly there. With my blue eyes and my long brown hair. The only difference was my American accent.

My foster family never liked me but they kept me for the money. I was always a smart kid with no chance of college. No family. Nothing.

  Now I was walking down a busy road. I probably looked like a prostitute with the clothes I had on now. A tank with short shorts. The only idea I had was to call Louis’s cell phone number. It would bring me to someone.

After asking random people to borrow their phones for an hour a nice old lady let me borrow her’s. I punched in Louis’s number that I had memorized and let it ring.

           “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!” I bit my lip. I was very nervous about the outcome of this. I honestly have no idea what he’s going to do. If he’ll care. He’s famous now. After being on the X-factor he’s just shot up. No time for me. With tours, albums and Eleanor.

  It rang one more time until an irish accent picked up, “Hello?!”

“Niall…” I thought in my mind. “Hi, I’m looking for Louis Tomlinson?” I said aloud.

“He’s in the studio right now but I can’t take a message?”

“Uh…” I stayed silent for a moment. I heard the other boys playing around in the back. Being stupid and loud and such.

“Hello?”

“J-Just…Never mind I gu---“

“Who is this?” Louis asked grabbing the phone. He was out of breath, I could tell.

“Hi..My name is Camryn. I don’t know if you remember me bu---“

“…” I heard a gasp of breath and Louis was silent. The other boys asked him what was going on but the boy stayed quiet.