Louis Tomlinson is My Brother

Isabelle is sick of all the attention she is getting from her famous brother, Louis Tomlinson. She decides to move away from her home, and live somewhere else and completely change, hoping to leave her other life behind.


2. Uncle Kevin

“I’m moving in with Uncle Kevin for a while.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement I made. A statement which shocked my mom as she walked into the kitchen at five-thirty later that night.

She blinked once, then twice and looked right into my eyes, to see if I was kidding. Seeing no doubt, she heavily sighed and took out a box of leftover pizza from last night onto the counter. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Mom had suggested I go there several times, just to get away from all the attention we were getting because of Louis. She knew how much I disliked it.

“Okay… but let’s eat first, and then I’ll drive you there.”

I nodded and took a slice of pizza onto the plate which had been put out. I bit into it, looking around the well-known kitchen. This was everything I had known. I barely knew my way around Uncle Kevin’s small, two-bedroom apartment.

After we had eaten, I got into the car, and Mom drove me to the outskirts of Doncaster, where Uncle Kevin lived. We had the radio on so we could hear the music and speaking, but not louder than that. We sat in silence, enjoying the music.

“And now we have the latest single from One Direction!” A voice from the radio enthusiastically came out of the speakers, but before it could say any more, I turned it off.

“Why did you do that?” Mom demanded as we pulled into Uncle Kevin’s street. She looked hurt.

“I’ve already heard it,” I explained. We pulled into the driveway. I got out of the car. “Love you, Mom!” I sent her a kiss and slammed the door shut before heading up to Uncle Kevin’s front door. The house looked shabby, and I knew the inside was too, but I didn’t care.

The door opened, and out stepped Uncle Kevin. His hair spiked up, with blond streaks running through. He had his right ear pierced, and a black stud earring sat there.

“Izzy!” He said and took me into a warm up.

“Hey, Uncle Kevin,” I smiled and hugged him back, before waving to Mom as she drove out of the driveway.

“I’m so glad you decided to come, come on in!” He took my suitcase and brought me into the main room. On the back corner was a kitchen, and in the middle the living room sat. Three doors were on the right and left. He opened the only door on the left and walked in. “This is your room.”

“Thanks.” I was glad to have my own room, no matter how drab it looked. The dim light made a buzzing sound as it lighted up the room. A bed was on the far wall, with a dresser, mirror and a small TV.

“I’ll leave you to unpack, and then maybe we can go out for dinner?” He put the suitcase on the bed and dug his hands deep into his pockets.

“I already ate,” I apoligized.

“Then we’ll go for dessert,” he offered, his blue eyes lighting up.

“Okay!” I eagerly said, and smiled. Uncle Kevin left, closing the door behind him. I looked around the room, it smelt a bit musty, but the bed sheets looked clean. I put everything neatly in the dresser, and then did my makeup, I wanted to at least look a bit different.

Emerging from the room, I saw Uncle Kevin watching some car racing on TV.

“You ready?” He looked up, stood and turned it off. I nodded my head yes. “Okay then, let’s go! Hey…” he came to closer to me. “What are you wearing?”

“Makeup,” I smiled. “Like it?”

“I didn’t think you wore makeup,” he slowly said as he put on a sweater.

“Decided I needed to change,” I shrugged. “I don’t want to be known as Louis’ brother anymore. I want to be known as Isabelle. I want to change, change so people won’t recognize me and so every conversation won’t turn towards Louis.”

“Then why don’t we go and dye your hair? Maybe cut it as well?” He pointed towards my unmistakable long, brown hair. It would kill me to cut it off…

“Only up to my shoulders,” I sternly said. Uncle Kevin nodded in agreement.

“Good, then we’ll dye your hair and cut it.” He smiled as he led me out of the door and we walked towards a dessert café which was a few blocks down. I smiled. Yes, I liked the idea of dying my hair.

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