***Louis Tomlinson***
Tuesday, April 10th, 2012 – North London, England

Harry and I were running around the house, making sure we had packed everything we needed for the tour that we’d be leaving for the next day; the first concert being on Friday. We had gotten back from rehearsal that afternoon and were doing all the last minute things to get the house ready so we’d come home to it nice and clean.

The doorbell rang, which was odd – neither of us were expecting anybody. I figured it was one of the guys, although they usually just walked in, but maybe we had locked it. I went to answer it, and was surprised to see my mom standing on the other side.

The only times I had heard from anyone in my family since the end of January was when Kessie would send me an occasional post card. I knew she’d had to hide those from my parents, and I knew they monitored her cell phone calls so she couldn’t call me – and they’d all changed their numbers so I had no way of getting a hold of them. I had pretty much accepted this as my fate; I had the guys, I had Harry’s family, and I had Harry, who really was all the family I needed. I was so in love with him.

By the look on my mother’s face, things weren’t going as well for her.

“Mom?” I said.

“Hi, Louis,” she said.

“Uh, come in, I guess,” I said, stepping aside. She walked in the house, and Harry came up behind me. She smiled at him – too nice. “Mom, we’re kind of busy, what’s up?” I said, although it felt weird to call her “Mom” – she had lost that privilege.

“Lou, your father left me,” she said. I blinked – that didn’t surprise me; they often fought, but I thought it was weird Kessie had never mentioned it in her post cards. Then again, that wasn’t the type of thing you told someone through the mail. “I’m so sorry, for everything we said to you, to both of you,” she continued. “I was wrong, I responded the way I thought your father would want me to, but I should’ve chosen you over him,” she was crying.

“It’s okay, Mom,” I said, forgiving her right away and walking her over to the couch where we sat down. Harry handed her a tissue, but looked at me, skeptically.

“I miss you,” she told me. “I’m going to move the girls down here, closer to you, if I ever can afford it.”

“Are you working?” I asked.

“I can’t find a job anywhere,” she shook her head and let out a sob. I sighed – my father always had been the breadwinner. “He took the house, the girls and I are living in a one bedroom apartment but we’re going to be out on the streets soon!”

“Okay, Mom, it’s okay, I’ll give you some money to get by,” I promised her. She immediately stopped crying and her face lit up.

“Really? Oh, Louis, you don’t have to do that, I mean, of course I never would expect that from you, but if you’re offering…” she trailed off, and I realized what a horrible actress she was. I glanced at Harry, who had caught on as well.

“You are unbelievable,” I told her, standing up as the rage rose up through my body, but I still went over to the desk and got out my checkbook.

“Louis,” Harry said, warning me not to give her the money as I began filling out a check.

“It’s not for her, it’s for my sisters,” I muttered, angrily. I wanted to rip her head off. Harry sighed but nodded, understanding.

“Did your husband really leave you?” Harry looked at my mom, who stood up. I loved his bluntness – I was terrible at stuff like that, although I would’ve been able to defend him if need be.

“What?” my mom gasped. “Of course he did! Ask Kessie.”

“Right. You wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t, pretending to apologize for the way you treated Louis just to get money.” My mom’s face whitened – she knew she was caught.

“Fine,” she said. “Yes, that’s why I came because I am out of money, and no, frankly I still don’t understand whatever arrangement you two sinners have got going on here.” I looked at her, shook my head, then angrily ripped the check out of my checkbook and thrust it at her. Her eyes widened when she saw how much it was for.

“That’s it,” I told her. “And I’m only doing this for the girls,” my voice broke, but I was determined not to cry in front of her.

“Oh, thank you, Louis,” she said.

“Now get off our property,” Harry said, boldly. She blinked.

“Well, I – I thought we could visit…” she lied. I lost it.

“Bull shit!” I yelled. I had never spoken to anyone like that, but especially not my own mother. “You came here looking for money! I don’t know what kind of a selfish person uses their own son to get ahead in life, but you can be damn sure if it weren’t for my sisters you wouldn’t be getting one penny!” As hard as I tried to fight them, the tears still came. Harry put his arm around me, but my mom just stood there, looking appalled at the fact that Harry and I were touching each other. “Please do what my boyfriend said and get out!” I exclaimed, knowing using the “B” word would scare her off.

“Don’t call him that, that’s such a disgusting word,” she spat.

“I’m calling the cops in about ten seconds if you’re not off our property,” Harry said, and I squeezed him tight as a thank you. She looked baffled, but turned around and walked out. I followed her to the door, slammed it shut behind her, and then banged my fist against it, crying.

Notes

More drama for sweet, sexy Louis :-(

Ohhhh poor Louis! I just want to hug him and kiss him and throw him on my bed...I mean what?