I'll tell you my sins (and you can sharpen your knife)

There is a strange detachment to learning that you're adopted at twenty one, like a secret you think that you have always known but never really was sure to how to bring it up. Or at least that’s what Louis thinks as he looks into the eyes of the woman who raised him.

The eyes that look almost identical to his own fill with tears. “We’ve wanted to tell you for a while now, Lou, but it never seemed like a good time between the X Factor and then the band picking up like it did and well,” the tears over spill onto her cheeks. “We didn’t want to end up with you hating us.”   Fat chance of that now, Louis thinks a little bitterly. He could feel the anger bubbling up in his chest.   John, his (adoptive?) father chimed in, “We know this must be pretty overwhelming for you and we’re sorry to do this now when tour picks back up tomorrow but we thought it was best.” He cleared his throat. “Do you have any questions for us?”