Wait... I'm Louis' Little Sister?

Proof

Louise's POV

I couldn't believe that Louis Tomlinson was possibly my brother. In a strange way it made sense. I had always felt out of place at home. I didn't look like my parents at all, I didn't even look like Max. I racked my brain for a mental image of Louis' parents. No images came to mind, but that didn't mean anything. I looked like the little girl in the photo Louis showed me, that much was clear. 

Louis had led me out the door and into his car. I had barely protested when he told me to get in. Above anything, I was curious. I really did want to know if I was Louis' long-lost sister. 

"So... Where are you taking me?" I asked. Louis kept his blue eyes on the road as he answered.

"I'm taking you to The Park." He stated simply.

"What park?" I asked.

"You should remember when it when we get there." He murmured so quietly I almost didn't hear. 

We drove slowly through the streets, stopping occasionally at traffic lights. It was quite dark because of how late it was. I turned on the radio. My absolute favourite song came on. I resisted the urge to sing along. I had a horrible singing voice. So loud and scratchy. I was not going to belt it out in front of a famous singer. Possible brother or not, I was not going to embarrass myself. Not today, anyway. Louis was quietly humming to himself. I turned to look at him. He did look very much like me. We had the same colour hair and everything. 

I soon got lost in my thoughts of possible siblings, until the car stopped abruptly in front of a small playground. I looked at the rusty old swings and slide that were surrounded by overgrown bushes. 

"Not many people come here anymore." Louis told me as he looked at the swing set. "I'm pretty sure its just me who comes here now." He sighed.

"Why is that?" I asked him. "I mean, it seems like a nice place to play. Well not really now, but before it would have been." I stated.

"Yeah." He laughed, clearly remembering something from another time. "It was a great place, so magical." He opened the car door. "Come on, we're going in." He said as he hopped out.

I was pretty wary. I mean, you never know. Louis did kidnap me. He could be dangerous. But, I had to admit, it seemed pretty hard to create such a believable photo. I looked down at it. I had brought it here. I didn't want to lose it. If Louis was my family... that would explain a lot. And apparently this playground was also proof of our past. I hopped out. Besides, it's not like Louis had done anything crazy bad to me. And I left Max with the others, who Louis had brought to me. I guess I could sort of trust him.

"Why doesn't anyone come here anymore?" I asked as I got out of the car and made my way past the overgrown bushes into the small circle. 

"Well, because this is the place you were kidnapped." He replied bluntly. "Everyone's scared someone will take their children, since someone took you." I cleared my throat awkwardly. There isn't much you can say to reply to that.

Louis sat down on one of the swings. "Yeah, it was a sad day. You were here by yourself. We'd had a fight. I can't even remember what it was about." He began to sway on the swing.

I sat down beside him. I tried to remember being here, and while it seemed slightly familiar, I couldn't recall anything happening here at all. 

"I can't remember ever being here at all." I told him honestly. He sighed.

"I sort of had a feeling you wouldn't. I mean, you were only young. Your memories could have been spoon fed to you by your kidnappers." He replied.

"Yeah, I don't really remember much of my childhood. It felt like we were always moving from place to place. I can't even remember half the places I've lived. We only started to settle down when Max was born." I thought aloud. 

"It's a shame you don't remember this place," Louis continued. "We shared some great memories here." He smiled.

"Well then, it is a shame. But it seems this is not the proof you need to use to convince me we're related." I said.

"Have you ever seen your birth certificate?" He asked me suddenly.

"Uh... No? Maybe?" I replied. I couldn't remember ever seeing it but I knew I had one... I had to have one.

"Maybe?" He asked.

"I can't remember." I replied.

"Well, I have your real birth certificate. I can show you, if you'd like." He offered. I smiled.

"That would be good." I answered. In a strange way, I wanted Louis to be my brother. But that would mean Max was not. That would be sad, but he would always be my brother to me. I was determined to find proof that Louis was my real brother. Even if it took me a long, long time. 

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