Skinny Love

Being the little sister of Louis Tomlinson, you'd think that Katarina Tomlinson would have the perfect life. Truth is, her life is far from perfect. She is miserable. Her world has been destroyed with hatred and pain. All she wants is for it all to go away. What happens when Louis comes home from tour to find his little sister completely changed? How far will he go to help her? What happens when his best friend gets involved? Will Louis's little sister fall for his best friend?


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Louis's POV

I walked through the front door of my house and set my bags down. It was the first time I had been home in months. Tour had been great, but I missed my family. Especially my sister, Kat. She and I had always been really close, not seeing her sucked.

The first thing I saw when walking into the living room, was my parents sitting on the couch with distraught expressions upon their faces. Mum looked like she was about to break down into tears.

"Is everything okay? Where are the girls?" I questioned, noticing that my five younger sisters were nowhere to be seen.

Mum sighed as she looked up at me from her seat. "The twins, Fizzy, and Lottie are at Nana's house. Kat-" She began to explain, but choked when she began to mention the oldest of all my sisters.

"Mum, where is Kat?" I asked, panicking slightly, as I sat down next to her.

"She's in her room." She answered defeated. You could tell she was worn out, dad looked worse. The usual spark in his eyes was slightly gone, they were a dull blue now.

"Louis, something is wrong with her. She barely leaves her room, she hasn't been talking, and she has been wearing nothing but sweats. I'm worried about her."

I nodded softly then walked upstairs and knocked on her door. No answer. I bit my lip as I opened the door and walked into the familiar room. Making my way over to the bed to sit on the edge I saw that she had the covers pulled over her head. The lump was so small, I could barely tell she was under there at all.

"Kat..." I said gently as I tugged the covers down slightly to expose her face. She was pale and had dark circles under her eyes. It was almost as if she were dead. "I missed you so much... please talk to me." I pleaded.

"Mum and Dad are worried about you. What's wrong?" The only response I got was her rolling over so her back was to me.

"Kat. Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong." I begged.

In that moment, Kat was out of bed, staring at me with watery eyes. "What do you want me to say, Louis?" She asked in what seemed to be anger and hurt. Her face was slightly red despite her paleness. The eyes of a once happy and carefree soul were dull and burnt out.  "Do you want me to say that I'm fine? That nothing is wrong? Because it's not true! You left me all alone! You stopped answering my calls!" She yelled as tears fell and sobs started to rack her body, she was fidgeting, grasping her hands and pulling at the extra skin slightly. "I've had to deal with everyone calling me ugly and fat, and beating me up on my way home from school! Why do you think I wear these baggy sweats Louis? I don't eat. I just want to fit in!" She cried while shaking from how hard she was crying, it was heartbreaking, I wanted my baby sister happy, I wanted the jokes and the sarcastic remarks we always threw at each other, back. "Is this what you wanted to see?" She asked barely above a whisper as she lifted her sweatshirt to expose her torso.The sight brought tears to my eyes, my mouth open slightly in shock and horror. So many emotions passed through her eyes, one that stood out most was fear. She was so healthy before I left, she was smiling even when I had to leave, she was happy, but how did I not realize that smile was fake? I knew that there were so many people in the world that struggled with depression, anxiety, and eating disorders everyday...I just never expected Kat to be one of them. My band's music was all about making girls feel better about themselves, and yet I completely neglected to notice that my little sister was one of the girls who needed that. God, I felt so stupid. I needed to fix this but I had no idea where to start. It broke my heart.

I took her hands and gently pulled her into my lap, rocking her softly. I could see scars and scabs on her wrists as I pulled her sleeves up. I gently kissed each cut, tears falling on her skin in the process. I then ran the back of my knuckles, gently, along her cheek-bone, laid a soft kiss on her forehead, and frowned. "Please don't do this anymore." I begged as my own tears continued to fall. "Don't listen to them. We will take you out of need to get better Kat. We need to get you help."

More tears began to stream down her face, "No doctors...please no....Louis...I'll do anything!" she pleaded desperately. She clutched tightly to my shirt and started to shake more at the mention of doctors.

I closed my eyes and rubbed her back, hushing her. "Okay, no doctors. But, you are moving with me and my mate, Harry, and you are going to do what I say to get you better." I negotiated, firmly.

She simply nodded and hugged me. She was beginning to calm down. The tears had almost completely stopped, the shaking had subsided, and now she was just letting me stroke her hair gently.

"Harry is at the house. Simon already has it furnished. We will get your stuff tomorrow. For now you can sleep in one of the guest rooms. I just want to get us over there, and to get you better." I explained. I didn't want to tell her that she actually had her own room because Mum and Dad had already agreed to let her live with me. I wanted it to be a surprise.

She simply nodded as I stood up to carry her to the car. When we got downstairs, Mum got up and kissed Kat's forehead while Dad stayed behind. "I'll call you later." I promised them, then carried Kat to the car, and put her in the passenger seat.

Katarina's POV

I bit my lip as Louis drove in silence. I was trying to avoid being asked more questions, so I turned on the radio as a distraction. As I stared out the window, Next to Me by Emeli Sande began to play. Without even thinking, I began to sing along - something I wouldn't have done if I had remembered that Louis was seated right next to me.



When the song was about half way through, it was suddenly gone. I snapped my head up to see that the car was parked in the driveway, then faced my brother who was staring at me. Crap.

"The house looks incredible" I noted, in hopes he would just forget that he heard me.

"Oh no. Kat, you are not avoiding this!" He said. My plan obviously didn't work.

"Avoiding what?" I asked, innocently.

He just rolled his eyes and got out of the car. I quickly followed him to the door and walked in.  "Harry! We're home!" He yelled.

So the plan did work.

A few moments later, there was a boy that seemed about my age, with dark curly hair, and bright green eyes, standing in front of us.

"You must be Kat." He said as he held his hand out. "I didn't expect you to be so-"

Before he could continue, I cut him off in a bitter tone. "Ugly? Anorexic? Don't worry, I know."

He looked shocked. "Actually," he began, "I was going to say beautiful."

I had never been so embarrassed. Luckily, Louis took my hand before another word could be spoken, and lead me up the stairs and to a door. "This is your room. It has it's own bathroom too." He said proudly as he opened the door to let me in.

I walked around the room in awe. It was perfect. The purple room seemed as though it were meant for me. "This was is a guest room?" I questioned.

"Not exactly." Louis admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. "To be honest...I called Mum and Dad a few weeks ago about having you move in... This is the room that was meant for you."

My eyes began to tear up as I hugged him. "Thank you." I said softly and gave him a small smile.

He just hugged me back. "Let's get some food in you." Was all he said. He didn't give me the chance to object. He just lead me to the kitchen,  sat me at the counter, and began to dig through the fridge.

"Louis, I'm not hungry." I stated. It was mostly due to the fact that I knew I couldn't keep it down.

"I don't care. You need to eat." He said as he pulled out stuff to make eggs, bacon, and toast.

As he cooked, Harry walked into the kitchen and sat down next to me. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Shitty." I muttered back. "I feel sick, tired, and weak from the trip over here. Other than that, I feel like a big bowl of fabulous." Trust me, I was trying so hard not to show the sarcastic tone that went so well with that statement.

He sighed softly and rubbed my back gently. "It will be okay. You don't have to worry about driving that long for a while."

I sighed softly and nodded as Louis sat the plate of food in front of me, while giving me a weird look. "Eat up." he ordered.  I simply sighed and began to nibble on a piece of bacon.

After a few moments, Louis decided to break the silence. "So, I was thinking about the car ride earlier." These words made me look up at him. I had hoped he was going to drop it, but I guess not. Damn.

"What about it?" I asked as I finished off the bacon and drank some water.

"Kat you are really talented...And I know you know play piano and guitar because we used to take lessons together...I think we should show you to Simon so you can open on our next tour, that way I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you get better and don't get back into..." He looked at Harry cautiously but Harry was in his own world, wolfing down the extra bacon.

I was shocked. I was going to say something, but then Harry beat me to it.

"Louis, stop.' He stated. "I haven't even heard her, but that doesn't matter. I know you just want what is best for her, but you are sounding really selfish right now. You want to get her in the music business just so you can babysit her. She might not even want to. She's a teenager, not a child. Plus, do you think she would be able to put up with the hate people throw, even if she isn't bad, it would hurt her. It took us awhile to get used to it."

Harry made some valid points. Hate did suck. I got hate on social media and at school just because I was Louis's sister. However, I wasn't going to say that. ESPECIALLY with Harry there. I barely knew him.

I then turned my gaze to Louis, who looked pissed. He then took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to me. "What do you think?"he asked.

I bit my lip hard as I looked between the two boys, then turned to face Louis. "I've never sung in front of people before. I wouldn't know what to do."

He rolled his eyes, "That is why there is people for that. To teach you. There is a set list, choreography, stylist... What do you want?" he pushed.

I sighed as I looked between the two boys. "I don't know...I just need space to think."

Louis just walked out, obviously irritated. You could hear his footsteps going up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door. He can't just get mad at me for not doing what he wants.

I groaned and turned to Harry, "I just...I don't know if I am any good."

Harry was silent for a moment, then spoke. "Sing something for me.  I'll be honest with you."

I didn't know what to think.

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