Charlotte's POV
"Shouldn't she be up already?"
I freeze at the sound of a deep rough voice, resisting the urge to jump off this bed. "Don't you dare wake her up, Zayn." I can hardly help the excitement bubbling in me at the sound of a voice so similar to my mother's.
"Shh. I think she's awake." Another voice that's a higher pitch than the first says, followed by soft footsteps. I rub my eyes and pull my knees closer to my chest, before feeling a hand on my shoulder. "Don't touch me..." My voice is rough and broken not even close to firm. "Fine, I won't. I'm sorry." I open my eyes slowly.
In front of me is a brown haired boy, who looks like he's a few years older than me. The first recognizable thing about him is his eyes. The same dark blue than reminds you of a salty ocean, but his seem warmer than the ones at home. The next thing I recognize is his lips, thin and pink like dad's. Mine are like mom's, thick and reddish.
"I'm Louis, your brother." Wait, what? "Brother?" He sighs, moving so he's on his feet again. I move myself so I'm hugging my knees still but sitting up. "I'm Louis Tomlinson. Have you heard of me?" That name... Have I? "I think so."
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Louis's POV
Why won't she talk? She's hardly talking...
She looks from me, to Zayn, to Niall, since Harry and Liam are at their interview. "Charlotte." What a pretty name. She resembles a lost puppy, which is adorable until I remember why she won't let me touch her.
"Do you need to change?" She nods then looks around the room, seeing her bags near the corner. I tug on the corner of Niall's hoodie, and close the door. "Zayn, head to the store with me lad." He nods and bolts to the car.
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Harry's POV
"Lou?" I head to the room down the hall with the black door, not bothering to knock, eager to meet his sister. "Ahh!" "Holy shit! I'm sorry!" There is the little girl I've been dying to meet, well not so little she's only a year younger than me, pulling the first shirt she sees over her head.
Her eyes widen, when she realizes it's short sleeved, and I can see the bruises and burn marks covering her arms. She yelps a little and reaches for a hoodie as I move closer to her. "I'm sorry, you weren't supposed to see that." She's balling her eyes out curling into a small ball on her bed. I don't say anything but sit on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry. I'm so lost... Where am I?" Louis probably didn't tell him anything, that ass. "Oh Hon, don't be sorry. I'm Harry and you're in Doncaster, UK." She sighs, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands. "I'm Charlotte." How beautiful. "Well Charlotte, I live here with Louis. I'm his boyfriend actually." I chuckle awkwardly, scratching at the back of my neck. "That's sweet."
She smiles at me, as the door peaks open. "Harry? Lou's back. Oh hi, I'm Liam!" I stand up and leave Liam and Charlotte alone, together *raises eyebrows*.
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Louis's Little Sister
FanfictionI wanted more than anything to meet my brother. After my mom died there was nothing else I wanted. My dad had given me burns, bruises and scratches. I'm only 15, and for my birthday I'm being kicked out. When I'm outside in the cold holding my stuff...
