I had no idea this day would come, the day when I would finally find my blood family. I have dreamed of this day since my adopted parents told me and my brother was adopted and kicked me and my brother out. That was only six months ago and ever since then we had moved in with my boyfriend. I also didn’t stop searching until I found them, and I did. Their name? The Tomlinson’s and yes that means we’re related to the famous Louis Tomlinson. Originally I didn’t know who he was, but when I found them and I just had to do research until I found out more about them. If you want to know my brother is named Samuel, but of course he likes to be called Sam. Also, I am Sabrina. We are both eighteen years old and happily graduated high school; we’ve been out for a month and a half. Anyway, back to the present, we are both standing in front of their doorway debating whether or not we should knock on the door. I had called my blood mom last night and she really wanted to meet us. We agreed that we would meet her here, at this address, right now. We were trying to build enough courage to walk up there and knock on the door. From what my real mom said every one of my sisters and my older brother was going to be there with his four band mates.
After a few more minutes I grabbed Sam’s hand and walked up to the door and knocked. You could hear a lot of people yelling at whom to get the door, or that they wanted to get the door to be the first ones to see us. No one opened the door for about another five minutes until I saw a guy, about our age. The first thing I noticed was his light brown eyes. He also has longish hair that comes to his eyebrows, it was slightly curly, only really around the bottom; he’s Liam if I remember right. His smile was really nice, but he didn’t exactly catch my eye. The rest of the band was standing behind him, craning their necks to see who it was. This was really awkward for me, but for my brother it was quite the opposite. He didn’t exactly know who our brother was, unlike me and unfortunately he has a lack of reason. He automatically hugged Liam and yelled. “My long lost brother!” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Sam, that’s not Louis. That’s his band mate, Liam.” I explained. Sam awkwardly backed away from Liam and searched the rest of the four boys looking for our possible family member. I rolled my eyes again since I spotted him as soon as he was in view. Louis looked more than happy itself. I stepped forward, grabbed Louis’ hand, and dragged him towards Sam. “Sam, this is Louis our older brother. Louis, this is Sam and I’m Sabrina.” If it was possible Louis’ smile grew bigger. He practically bounced on us both pulling us into a bear hug. I awkwardly hugged back, while Sam, being almost exactly like Louis, hugged back like he knew Louis was his brother since a young age. I have absolutely no idea how either of them can act the way they do. He had to pull out of the hug first, because neither of us is able to, but he just didn’t want to. It’s like he thought that if he let us go we would never see him again.
I managed to get a peek at his band mates and mouthed ‘Help me please.’ Even though they looked extremely amused, but when I did that Liam stepped into action. “Louis, let the poor kids go.” Liam tried to reason.
“Hey! We are not kids!” Sam and I yelled at the same time. This, for some reason, caused Louis to let us go. He, and the rest of the boys, looked at us strangely. “What?” We asked at the same time. They must’ve thought it’s strange, but we’re twins and we do it a lot so we’re used to it. Harry had a strange grin on his face showing his dimples as he stepped forward a bit. I kept my eyes on him since he seemed the one who’s actually doing anything.
“Well, since you’re not kids, how old are you?”
“Eighteen.” We both said proudly, but yet again at the same time.
“Okay, that is really creepy.” Zayn said. Sam and I smirked, we love creeping people out by doing that. “Why do you both do that?” Zayn asked.
"We like to, it’s fun, and natural.” We both said.
“Come on in.” Louis said he grabbed each of our hands and pulled us into the house and dragged us into the living room. I saw a bunch of girls, all younger than us except for someone I presume to be our mom. I giggled slightly because Louis seemed to have been the only boy before Sam and his father, I mean our father, of course. When we walked in there everyone’s attention seemed to be focused of Sam and I and that made me very uncomfortable. I shuffled awkwardly on my feet and I knew everyone knew that I was uncomfortable. All of the girls, whom I assume are my sisters, ran up and hugged me. Like group hug, if you can’t tell already, I hate hugs. Plus they were all shorter than me by a handful of inches and I awkwardly hugged back. I was fairly tall, 5’9’’ and can tell I’m taller than Niall and close to or as tall as the others, both my brothers being just as tall as I am. They all pulled back, since I was being hugged from every direction, and looked up at me. They all introduced themselves and I just loved their names, and the twins were the cutest! No, I’m not talking about me and my brother… Daisy and Phoebe, my sisters are the cutest girls I have ever laid eyes on. I probably look nowhere as cute as them, not with the way I dress, or the way I fix my hair. Nothing about anything I do is cute. I’m nowhere near as outgoing as the rest of my family, I can just tell. I’ve always been the odd one out though, so I guess I’m used to it. The girls kept going on and on about how pretty I am and how they like my hair and all that other girly things they could compliment on, I didn’t believe a word they said, not one. After a while I couldn’t take it anymore, there was too many people, too many compliments.