I 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, a tall man in all black won't stop bugging me. He told me my real brother wanted to meet me. Now here I am, palms sweating and knuckles clenched, holding my stuff. Who is he? Is he nice? How old is he? Next thing I know Louis Tomlinson is hugging me..