~~~TWENTY THREE~~~

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This is what Austin is wearing.

Austin's pov.

Friday

We were on our way to the place of Louis's performance. Paul really did come through he got me a navy blue V neck shirt with ripped jeans and a coat.

"We are almost there" Alex says.

Both me and louis haven't really spoken like at all this whole ride. Kind of like how we are always never really talking in car rides or talking in general which I am perfectly fine with.

Louis looked at me like he was about to say something but did not and continued to look out the window like he has been doing for the whole ride.

"I am sorry" he says still looking out. That catches me off guard. What is he sorry for? I mean is he sorry for leaving mom or...

"It is not for what you think" he says now looking at me.

I was about to ask then what is he sorry for but he beats me to it.

"This sorry is for what is about to happen to your life after today."

I am still confused as to what he is getting at.

"After today you won't get a normal life. You will be my son which means you will have a camera following your every move. There will be news about you on the Internet and literally everything. You will be judged on everything" he says sadly.

I was about to say something but louis continued.

"All I can really say is don't believe anything they say or anyone for that matter only you know who you are."

"We are here" Alex announces. I could here the screaming outside.

Louis looks at me seriously "Don't listen to anything they say. Just smile and stay close. Don't answer anything unless I say you can"

I just nod.

With that he exited the car. The minute he left the car the screaming just increased how on bloody earth is he not deaf?

He waves a bit to the fans there and looks at me and nods as if to tell me to get out.

I get out and I went blind almost instantly. The camera flashed like crazy taking pictures of me and louis.

"Where do I look?" I ask louis in a way that only he would hear.

"Just look at one point anywhere and smile" he replies. I just nod. Trying to find a point to look at.

Mean while the questions that were coming our was insane. The questions were like "Louis who is this?" "Louis how does it feel to be performing for the second time?" And the same question asked in different forms but the main one was who I was. Louis did not answer any of them and walked ahead while I followed closely.

He finally stopped in front of one of the journalists. She was a girl and she started getting all flustered not expecting louis to stop in front of her.

After a moment she composed herself. And started to ask the questions. The first one being "How does it feel to be here performing for the second time? " and the other journalist started to yell things at her to ask louis you I was.

Louis answered the question by saying "Good Good really excited to perform"

She nodded and then she asked the question which everyone wanted to know the answer to "So his this accompanying you? "

The screaming all reduced because people were waiting to know the answer to the question.

"Um... Veronica" he said looking at her name tag.

"This is my 14 year old son Austin" he answers. The minute he said that the screaming and yelling of questions just increased.

But the journalist veronica ' s eyes widened when Louis said that.
"You mean biological son?" She asks in disbelief.

Louis just chuckled at that and said "yes"

She still looked Dumb folded.

Louis took this as an opportunity and walked ahead before questions could be asked.

We were almost at the end but there was a lot of questions being asked some people not believing that I am his "biological" son.

But one question caught my attention.

"Which fake bitch is the kid's mother?" Some guy yelled.

I shut my eyes tight just wanting to disappear. Usually this question would want to make me punch the guy straight in the face. But this time the question hit differently this question was just a reminder that I had no reason to punch the guy because I have no mother at all.

I felt a tug on my hands I opened my eyes to see louis there. From the look he was giving I could tell he heard the question as well.

He pulled my hand again telling me we had to leave.

In a moment we were away from all the journalists. In one swift motion he was in front of me.

"You okay?" He asked concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah" I say taking a deep breath.

"I told you this never listen to what they say. They will say just about anything to get a reaction out of us. So never take anything they say to heart okay?" He says his voice calm. The way he said it I could tell he was in this position multiple times before.

Plus he was right I should know better than to listen to what they say. I nod. A small smile appears on his face.

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Louis was on stage singing when he sang you could tell he was really happy. That is when it struck me I had to do the photography project on human emotions.

I immediately took my phone out and clicked a picture. Well it did not end with just one picture I took at least a couple dozen of them. When his performance was over I looked through them and I have to admit I got some pretty good shots.

That is when I remembered that the project was human emotions of one person only. So I guess louis is my guy.

A.N.
This chapter and the next few are gonna be some of my favorite.

I really hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed making it.

Love ya ;)

Love ya ;)

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