Liam's POV
So, Lottie is adored.
Not because of her past, trust me. The guys do feel bad but pretend to be macho at the slightest of emotions.
The guys still don't know about us, which proves difficult when Louis throws Harry in as a babysitter. To top it off, they start shopping ;Harry, Zayn and Luke whisk Charlotte away. When they do bring me, I'm left trailing behind carrying bags and hangers. The only reasons I actually go is for the small looks from Lottie, that either make my knees weak or make me want to run up and dramatically kiss her.
At first I didn't want her to go to school because it meant less time with her and mean people.
People who just got back from spring break and are bored. A school full of guys waiting for someone like Lottie to play with. I literally see no plus so far, you? Nope. Because there isn't.
So, we wait for the few seconds when we're alone and enjoy those like an eternity. There's always night when I occasionally sleep in Lottie's room because she can't sleep. Most of the time she ends up putting me to sleep with the patterns she draws on my hands. She sits awake, scared to close her eyes. When I wake up, there is either a shaking girl next to me or a sobbing and screaming Lottie. Turns out, biting her lip isn't the best habit. When we kiss I can feel the bitemarks and scars left there. Sometimes when I wake up she's biting at the inside of her cheek until it bleeds.
Louis wanted to have a fun day before she went to school, but I think it was his only excuse to go out clubbing with Harry. I don't mind, Lottie says she's going to find a dress to wear. So, for the begining of Louis's day we go to Nandos. Lottie gets a small meal and eats quickly, nervously or excitedly I cannot tell... The 5sos boys join us at Nandos but don't stay long before paparazzi show up and we have to split up. Niall goes with Harry, because the couple isn't necessarily out. Then Zayn grabs Louis before he can say something to Lottie.
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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...
