Fragile *Complete*

When Alex set out to find her long lost brother, she never guessed he'd be famous. But can she get him to remember her, that tiny blank in his childhood memory? Or will his life prove too much of a distraction?


6. Secrets Leaked

When I woke up, it was dark. I walked over to the window and lifted the drapes ever so slightly. It was dark outside as well, great... Jet-lag was really wearing down on me. It was 3 A.M.

I walked down to the kitchen. "Couldn't sleep?" It was Lou. 

"Jet-lag," I explained. He just nodded; a mug of tea in his hands. 

"Want some," he offered, handing me his cup. I laughed and took the cup from his hands, sitting down next to him at the island. I took a sip of it. He looked at me, completely shocked. I shrugged my shoulders, silently asking what. "Not even the boys will drink from the same cup as me, yet here you are," he said, gesturing at me with his hand. 

I laughed. "I used to always drink from my brother's cup," I hinted. 

"What ever happened to your brother? You talk about your family and the memories you have of them, but you never talk about when you were older. Why not?" He seemed genuinely curious. If I told him, would he remember? Man I hoped so.

"Well, when I was three, my brother was five at the time, there was a uge storm that knocked us unconcious. We were taken to the hospital, but he had no recollection of me. When I went back to check on him a few days later, he was gone. My parents left me at the hospital and took him home. I still don't know why..." I sighed, a tear sliding down my cheek. 

"That's awful," he said, pulling me into a hug. "If I were your brother, I'd never forget you," he said. I cried harder, just wishing that were true. 

I broke away from the hug and turned back to the tea, trying to compose myself. I took one more sip and handed it back to Louis. He just laughed and drank the rest. "Want to watch a movie or something," he asked, putting his mug in the sink. 

"Sure." I walked over to the couch and sat down. 

"What movie?"


"I love that movie," he shouted in a whisper, careful not to wake anybody up since the boys were sleeping over. "They're sick." Louis popped in the first DVD and sat down next to me. I stretched out, laying my head on his lap, like I used to as a kid. He even started to play with my hair, just like old times. Within an hour, I was asleep.


Louis's POV

When I looked down at Alex halfway through the movie, she was asleep. She was so cute when she slept; none of her daily cares or worries on her face. Now that they were gone, I realized just how many she had. 

I took her up to her room and laid her on her bed, pulling the covers over her. 

Liam's POV

I snuck into Alex's room after Louis told me to go wake her up for breakfast. 

I was debating whether or not to actually wake her up or not when she started to mumble. "My name's Alex Tomlinson! You can't change my last name!" She started to cry, "No, I already have a family! You can't adopt me!"

What did she just say?

She started to spell it out for me. "T-O-M-L-I-N-S-O-N! I want my brother! No, he remembers me! He has to!" There wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that they were siblings. All of the pieces finally clicked. But how could he not remember his only sister? I decided I'd ask her.

I shook her shoulder, waking her up. "Why doesn't Louis remember you're his sister?"

"What," she practically screamed.

"Don't try and deny it, you're a terrible liar. Plus, you just mumbled in your sleep. You spelled out your last name, exactly the same as Lou's, and you said your brother didn't remember you."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"You and Louis look almost like twins, and you both look at each other a lot, like you both know you're siblings but don't want to say anything. You're really comfortable around him, but you always get a sad longing look in your eyes when you look at him. Is that enough proof?" I really hoped it was. "You even sound similar when you sing," I added, just for good measure.

"Fine, yes. He's my brother!" She buried her face in her hands and cried.

The boy's must've heard her little outburst because the three of them walked into her room and asked, "She's whose sister?" I guessed Louis was still downstairs, out of earshot. 

"Louis," she whispered.

"But he doesn't remember you," asked Zayn, clearly confused.

"No," she replied. 

Alex's POV

I told the boys my story, and was quite proud I didn't cry. I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

"Wow," was all anyone said.

"How do we get him to remember?" Niall was so sweet, but naive. 

"We don't. He doesn't need to know. He's happy with his life now and I'm happy that he's happy. Knowing Lou, he'd feel bad he forgot about me and that he missed out on fifteen years of my life. No, I can't have that. I came here to find my brother and I've found him, alive and happy. Now I'm going to leave before he figures it out." I started getting out of my bed, but Harry came over and sat on my feet. 

"Don't you think you owe it to him to at least figure it out?"

"If he figures it out then fine, but I'll be long gone by then."

"FOOD!" Niall screamed and ran out. The other boys followed him down to the kitchen. I could smell pancakes and bacon, but I was too busy getting ready to leave to care. 

I snuck down the stairs and tried to open the door, but Harry yelled, "Louis! Your... guest is trying to escape!"

"Thank you very much, Harry," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm. 

"No problem," he said, stuffing a piece of bacon in his mouth. "Come eat," he commanded, patting an empty seat next to him. 

"No thanks," I politely replied.

"What, are you anorexic or something? You never eat." Niall shoved another whole pancake into his mouth. 

"No," I said, feeling my cheeks go red.

"You are," shouted Zayn, disbelief written all over his face. "You can't lie, remember?" How could I forget with everyone reminding me?

Louis was concerned. "Why?"

I shrugged. "People made fun of me at school, so..." I let the sentence drop. 

"That's no excuse. Besides, FOOD'S GOOD!!!" Classic Niall.

"At least I don't cut, I have enough scars." I mumbled the last part hoping no one heard.

"What scars? From what?" I really wished Louis would just drop it. 

I lifted the right side of my shirt, revealing a jagged pink scar, about 3" long, on my side, stretching from my hip to my ribs. I pulled up the left sleeve of my sweater; a scar identical to the first, but starting at my palm, stopping just above the crook in my arm. I pulled up my left pant-leg: an 8" scar, starting at the back of my knee, going down my calf. "Those scars," I spat back angrily.

Just then, Louis's phone buzzed. "Shoot. My parents are coming over for dinner." The boys and I looked at each other. I picked up my back and walked out the front door. 

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