Evelyn Higgins' pov.

  "What?" Louis grabbed it from me. He was silent. "I'm-I'm sure it's a misunderstanding." 

  My body began shaking and trembling as tears slipped through my eyes. "I'm adopted," I repeated in shock. "Paul Higgins is not my father." I shook my head and turned to Louis. "Who is he?" 

  "Evelyn," he sighed. "Don't cry please." Louis grabbed and pulled me in between his legs as I sobbed. He rocked us back and fourth soothingly; trying to calm me down. "This must be a mistake, come on, it has to be!" he exclaimed and pulled me up. "Let's get some sleep and then in the morning you can talk to your dad." 

  I stared at him with fear in my eyes. "I'll be there with you if you want me to," I nodded curtly and slowly started putting the contents back in the box and setting it on the shelf as if it had never been touched in the first place. 

*

  Louis and I lay in my king sized bed, staring up at the ceiling; niether of us saying anything.

  "Louis?" he hummed in repsonse and shifted so he was facing me. I stayed still. "What if he really isn't my father? and what if my mother was really my adopted mum? What will I do?" he didn't answer for some while; when he did my heart fluttered at his response. 

  "I'll help you..." I turned to look at him with a confused look on my face. "I'll help you find your real mum and dad. I mean.. only if you want to know them." 

  I nodded vigorously and turned back to the ceiling. "I do." 

  "Good," he smiled. "Road trip it is. If we can look through that box maybe we can find an envelope for the letter and look at the senders address. Since Martha might be your real mum. RIght?" he asked. 

  "Right," I grinned and he scooted closer to me. "Louis?" I asked once again. 

  "Yes, love?" 

  "Will you hold me?" I asked shyly, he chuckled. 

  "I thought you'd never ask." he smiled at me and playfully but roughly pulled me by my waist towards him. I squealed when he began pressing kisses all over my face and behind my left ear. Lastly he left one on the corner of my mouth and I sighed in content. "Goodnight Evelyn," he whispered into my ear. 

  "Eve." I corrected him.

  "What?" 

  "Call me Eve." he smiled wholeheartedly at me and kissed my cheek slowly. 

  "Goodnight.. Eve." 

*

  Louis Tomlinson's pov.

  I woke up with Evelyn next to me and for some reason.. I felt different. Butterflies played around in my stomach and I was fighting off a smile. This was different then waking up next to Eleanor. Some mornings she wouldn't even be there. 

  Evelyn's eyelashes were long and dainty with no make up. Just the way I like girls. No make up. Her cheekbones were high and prominent, which was beautiful. 

  I sighed, knowing I couldn't lie in bed and stare at a girl all day. 

  Today she had to talk to her father. I was even nervous for her. Being adopted is a scary thing, I can imagine. Not knowing who your own birth mum and dad are. I can't feel enough sympathy for her. But I will be there for her today when she needs me. 

  I'm not sure why I have gotten so infatuated with Evelyn in such a short time. A month and a half maybe? That's a record for me ever since Eleanor. I've got to stop thinking about her and more about Evelyn. Even though that shouldn't be hard at all. 

  "Louis," I heard Evelyn whisper. 

  I smiled and turned my head towards her as she watched me carefully. 

  "Yes, love?" I asked softly. 

  "I don't think I can do this today.." she whispers. I shook my head and frowned. "What if..what if I really am adopted?" 

  "Then I'll keep my promise.. I'll help you find your real mum and dad. If you want, I don't want to push anything on you.." I said and she smiled weakly. Evelyn scooted closer and pecked me on the cheek. "What was that for...?" I smiled down and her. She breathed out and ran a hand through my messy hair. 

  "Just 'cause." 

*

  Everyone was in conversation at the breakfast table while I sat next to Eve in silence. I could feel her leg bouncing up and down nervously underneath the table. Placing my hand on her thigh she stopped and muttered an apology. 

  "You've got this." I mumbled to her when no one was looking. 

  "So guys. Sleep good last night?" Niall smirked at us and I gave him a look. "I woke up and the both of you were gone." 

  "Niall," I said in a warning tone. Eve moved her leg out from under my hand slowly, looking down at her plate. Avoiding everyone's hard stares. I knew they were joking around, but they don't know about Oliver and Evelyn. I'm sure he did some pretty bad sexual things to her as all and that makes me even angrier. 

  "Niall shut your mouth before I shut it for you." Paul said; the anger evident in his harsh tone. Niall's eyes widened and he nodded slightly before returning to scarfing down his food. 

  "If you'll excuse me," Eve broke the silence after about ten minutes and everyone looked up as she left the table and her untouched food. 

  No one said a word after she left. Not even Paul went after her. So I didn't either. 

  Evelyn Higgins' pov. Flashback.

  He pushed me up against the wall. "Oh come on, Eve." 

  "Don't call me that!" I fought against his hold on my wrists. " You bastard let me go!" 

  "Don't call me that!" he screamed, mimicking me. His right hand raised and slapped me across the cheek. 

  I groaned in pain and cried out. "Please Oliver, don't do this..you're drunk." I pleaded with Oliver but he smirked and shook his head. 

  "Please Oliver, please, please, please!" he mocked my pleads. His chapped lips ran over mine as I wiggled and sruggled to get out of his tight grasp. "Come on, baby. This'll be fun..." 

  "Evelyn...Evelyn!" someone screamed jolting me awake and I shot straight up from my position on my bed. Tears were streaming down my face as I collapsed into whoever woke me up from my terrible nightmare. That was the first night he raped me. The first; but not the last. 

  "W- where am I?" I looked up to my fathers face and all the boys standing around my bed. "What happened?" my voice wavered slighty. 

  "Give me a minute lads," dad spoke and they all nodded once. Louis stood, not looking like he was going to move. I nodded towards him and he reluctantly left through the door like everyone else.

  Once the door was shut my father began to speak again. "Honey...you were having a bad memory again." We always called them bad memories. Ever since the docotr said not to address them as nightmares or flashbacks.  

  I sighed. "When will they stop dad?" I whimpered.

  "They will." he said surely. "I promise." 

  "Do you?" I asked quizzically, remembering I could possibly be adopted. 

  "What do you mean?" he scooted over so he could look at me straight. 

 "i found..I found something last night, dad." I sighed and he visibly tensed up. 

  "What did you find...?" he asked but it sounded like he already knew. 

  "My birth certificate. Dad." I looked him straight in the eye with a new found confidence, just thinking of Louis' encouraging words. "And you know what it said? It said you weren't my own father." I spat and tears started flowing freely down my face. 

  "Look, I was going to tell you but I-" 

  "But what dad? What excuse do you have for not telling me after almost twenty years of my life that I was bloody adopted!" I screeched and he flinched at my voice. 

  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he cried and put his face in his hands. 

  "Where is she?" I asked. He looked up at me in confusion.

  "Where is who?" 

  "My real mother! The one I thought was dead for all the years!" I said harshly. "She said she wants me. In the letter I read. She wants to find me and I want to find her. So where is she." 

  "No...you don't want her to find you. Because when she finds you. You'll regret finding this out." he spoke lowly and my eyebrows etched in confusion. 

  "And why is that?" I asked. 

  "Because. She doesn't want you. She wants you dead."

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