Louis

It was a few hours later when I decided to go socialize with some of the families. I was in Ulta with a few older girls from the families who were looking over the makeup.

"Is it okay if I get this?" Hannah Johnson asked as she picked up a small palette from Morphe.

"Of course, do you want the James Charles Palette too?" I asked as I handed one to her and placed one in my bag. Harry said if I picked some things out too it might make the other kids pick more things out.

"I couldn't," She could only whisper as her eyes grew wide. I've never seen a thirteen year old that was so polite.

"Just take it," I said with a smile as she slowly took the palette.

"I never really had a lot of makeup," she whispered as she ran her hand over the tops of some foundation bottles. "We couldn't afford much because there were ten of us in all. We could barley afford food," She whispered as she picked up the lightest shade of foundation from too faced.

"I'm sorry. I used to live with someone before Harry that would break most of the stuff I had. He didn't appreciate anything feminine that I liked and didn't want me to have it," I whispered as I looked through the shape tape concealer. I still needed some because I was running out of the concealer I had to cover my bruises.

"I think it's cool you're interested in makeup," Hannah whispered as she picked up a highlighter.

"I think it's cool that you like makeup too," I whispered as she looked in awe of the highlighter.

"This is beautiful," she whispered as she looked back at me, "I've never had anything so expensive," she added as she slowly pulled out something else she had in her bag, trying to decide between them.

"Hannah," I asked as I took both of them from her and placed them in her opened bag, "Get whatever you want."

"I never caught your name, or should I call you Mr. Styles too?" She asked with a bright smile.

"Me and Harry aren't married," I clarify as she looked at me in confusing.

"So is he your boyfriend?" She asked quietly. Is he my boyfriend?

"Yeah, my name is Louis Tomlinson," I said with a smile as horror washed over her face.

"Tomlinson? Like Josh Tomlinson?" She whispered as she backed away from me, "Like the guy that kill my father."

"Hannah, he was my brother. He abused me and that is what happened when they brought him in," I whispered as tears ran down my face.

"My father died because of you! You think you can pay us off with a few houses and cars. Heck no. My father's life meant so much more than that, he didn't deserve to die! You should be dead, not him" She could only scream as she turned on her heals and left.

Maybe it should have been me. Maybe I should be dead.

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