Charlotte Rose

Charlotte Rose Tomlinson grew up the normal life. If the normal life includes having a full passport by the age of four and going on tour with your superstar father. Sadly her mothers and fathers relationship came to an end and ended up with her mother getting into a serious car accident which meant that Charlotte had to live with her aunt in London and help take care of her sick mother.

Eventually, Charlotte wants to live her own life and do things her own way. She becomes romantically involved with the schools bad boy and her whole life is thrown for a loop. Will her life ever be the same?


27. Let Life Happen

--[Poppy's POV]--

I'm using my laptop when my enter the living room. She walks in with bags of groceries. "Hey mum," I say as she places the bags down on the counter.

"Hey babe," she says unpacking them. I'm so happy I really want to tell her how I got Charlottes number and how I was expecting a call back from her soon. Charlotte was two years older me, her being eighteen and me being sixteen.

"I got in touch with Charlotte," I burst. My mum slams the milk down on the counter.

"You talked to her?" She asks. I shake my head no.

"No but I know she'll call me back," I tell her.

"What did I tell you about her Poppy," my mum says annoyed. "There's a reason why I didn't want you talking to her anymore."

"But she's my sister," I say trying to justify my reason for getting in touch wit her.

"Doesn't matter. She's a ban influence ed of discussion." Just then the phone starts to ring and I go to grab it but my mother reaches it first. She takes the phone and smashes it to the floor.

"This never happened..." My mom says starting towards the hallway. "Clean this up and put away the rest of the groceries."

--[Louis' POV]--

"Hello," I say into the phone, trying to hide my sleepiness from my voice.

"Hi Mr. Tomlinson, this is London psychiatric calling in regards to notify you on Brookelynn Tomlinson's health." The woman said. My heart dropped, I hope she was alright.

"Yeah?" I say trying not to sound nervous.

"Okay, well she's talking. She's remembering things slowly like her daughter Charlotte," the woman says. It feels like I just got kicked in the stomach. Brooke remembers Charlotte. She'd be so happy to hear that.

"That's great," I say.

"Yes but the one problem is that she's refusing to take her medications because of it," the woman says. "She thinks that she doesn't need it anymore."

"Well if she remembers things then she doesn't right?"I ask.

"Wrong, just because she can remember doesn't mean that she's stable. She still has bad mood swings but her talking is a big accomplishment seeming as we can now start therapy. Besides that, her body has become dependent on the drug and it is extremely dangerous to just drop her from such a high dosage." The doctor explains. I nod my head.

"So what is it then?" I clear my throat. "What are we going to do?"

"Well we can't force her to do anything but..." The doctor trails off.

"But what ?" I prod.

"She's requesting to see someone by the name of Harry." My heart cracks in half. Why is she still so hung up on him?

"I won't allow that...and besides he's in the United States he wouldn't make time for her anyway." I say defensively. "I'll come though..." I say.

"Okay we'll talk more then." The doctor says hanging up the phone. Elenore turned to the other side in bed. I slipped into some jeans and pulled a grey sweatshirt on over my head.

"Where are you going?" Elenore grumbles from the bed. Dammit must've opened the door too hard.

"To see my wife." I say leaving hearing her groan from the room. I rush to the elevator and punch the 1 key hoping that the lift would take me down faster. When I finally get down to the main level I run out to my car and rush to the hospital. When I finally get there I get my visitor pass and then the doctors put me in a room with Brooke. She sits on the other side of the table and she looks down at the floor. On one side of the room was windows where Brookelynn's psychologist was taking notes.

"Brooke," I say softly. I watch as she lifts her head slowly her blind hair draped over her face. "It's me Louis." I say.

"I know who you are," she says her voice raspy. I swallow hard and look at her. She scares me. A part if me just wishes that she wouldn't have opened her mouth again just cause she'd never be the same and then part of me is so relieved.

"How are you?" I ask her.

"Oh I'm great. I love living in a psych ward, thanks for signing me in by the way," she snaps.

"I had to Brooke, I couldn't take care of you and neither could Charlotte. It wasn't fair that she had to watch you like that," I say slamming my fists down on the table.

"You could've! You just didn't want to! You know if you wanted to you could've hired someone to watch me at home. Instead you just wanted to fuck your groupies and ship our daughter off to New York to live with some stranger she's never met!" Brooke screams.

"It's what was best for her!" I yell. "If I would've done what I did any later she would've ended up like you!"

"She would never she's smarter than I ever was," Brooke says calming down.

"But she's still young, and I couldn't just let her go down a downward spiral. I tried to stop you but you never listened... I lost my best friend and my wife. I'm not going to loose my last piece if you," I tell her my eyes filled with tears.

"There's nothing you could've done Louis. Sometimes you need to just let life happen."

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