Mugshot II: Jail [Calum Hood | AU] UNFINISHED

Chapter 19

"Why are we going back to New York so soon?" A new voice came in and we saw Connor with Harry.

"I think you should gather everyone now, Cal." Luke suggested.

"Did something bad happen?" Harry rose a brow.

"There is just a little problem." Luke answers.

Harry and Connor sat at the other couch across me and Luke.

"Is it Justin again?" Connor asked.

"Still a part of it." I say. "But there's something more."

"Huh?" Connor and Harry asked in unison.

"A couple claimed that they're Dylan's real parents." I say.

Harry and Connor's eyes kinda widened in shock. I can say even though they don't say a thing.

"What are--"

"Calum?" Harry's words was cut off when I heard Summer's voice behind us.

"Hey." I say as I stand from the couch. "What is it, angel?"

"The receptionist called and said that there is a guy waiting for you at the lobby."

"Who?" I asked. "Is it Zac again?"

"I don't know."

"Go see it, Cal." Luke says. "We'll look after Dylan."

I took a deep breath before deciding to go for it. I need to face every problems that will be thrown to me. I won't back down, not now that I already have my family.

"I'll be back." I say before walking with Summer out of the pool area.

"You look tensed?" She questioned as we wait for the elevator door to open.

"I'm just nervous of who will I see at the lobby."

She held my hand and looked at me.

"I'm here for you." She smiled.

"Thanks, angel." I say as I face her then kissing her forehead.

We arrived at the lobby and approached by a tall light browned hair, dark browned eyes.

"How can I help you?" I asked when he stand up from his seat.

"I'm Thomas Brodie." He tells me.

"Calum Wayland." I introduced. "What do you need?" I asked, my tone sounded rude though.

"I'm your brother." He drops at me.

"What?" I ask, not sure if I heard him right the first time.

"I don't like repeating things, actually." He tells me.

"You're my brother?" I questioned. "How?"

"We have the same Mom." He tells me.

"W-where is she?" I ask. Not really sure if I want to know.

"She died months ago." He answers. "She died in England and she wanted me to look for you."

"What for?" I ask.

"To give you this." He says before pulling up an envelope from his back pocket.

I took the envelope and looked back at him.

"H-how old are you?" I ask.

"22." He answers. So, he is my younger brother then since I'm 24.

"I'm going now." He says.

"Wait!"

"What?" He looks back to us.

"Where the fuck are you going?" I ask.