Emma bounces her knee nervously, her hands are crossed over her lap and I can see how white her knuckles are turning from closing them so hard. It gives me a little satisfaction to see how uncomfortable she is but I'm impatient, I want her to say something but all she is doing is staring at me.

"So, are you going to tell me everything or...?" I ask and she nods her head frantically.

"Yes, I am. What do you want to know first?"

"Um," I pause, thinking over all my questions I have for her. Which do I want to know first? There is so many I don't know which I should start with. I bite my lip in as I try to choose between the two to start with and Harry's hand tightens around mine. My eyes slide over to meet his and he gives me the tiniest nod of encouragement.

"Why?" I ask, turning my gaze back to meet Emma's. "Why did you give me up?"

She sighs quietly to herself and her shoulders slump just a little that it's almost like she was expecting this to be my first question. "I was young, fifteen years old when I had you. I was not ready to be a mother," she pauses and bites her lip before locking her gaze on me. "Kaydence, you have to understand that I was in the middle of high school. I wasn't even a legal adult yet, there was no way I could have taken care of you. I was a child myself still..." She looks down at the floor and even though I understand what she means the anger in my chest bubbles.

"So, why not just get an abortion then?"

Her head snaps back up to look at me and the smallest frown is settled on her lips. "I don't believe in that. Abortion was never an option for me, just because you had been a mistake does not mean you should have had to pay for it."

My throat closes at her choice of words and I feel Harry's body tense beside me. I don't move, or say anything in return due to the shock of how much her words actually hurt me. Harry's hand tightens around mine but I don't think it's out of comfort, it's out of anger.

"Kaydence," Harry says slowly next to me and I tilt my head up to look at him. His sharp jaw is clenched and his green eyes are narrowed just the slightest at Emma. "Is not, a mistake."

I have the urge to hug him, to kiss him repeatedly for standing up for me but Emma stammering over her own words stops me. Her eyes are wide and she seems to realize what she had just said, shaking her head.

"Oh no, no. That's not what I meant at all I just," she stops and presses her lips together. "I had made the mistake of having unprotected sex at a young age. It resulted in you...but I was young, Kaydence. Please understand that. I wanted to go to college, to experience that part of my life. I knew if I had kept you, there was no way I would have been able to do that."

I nod my head slowly. This woman was selfish. "So basically, you gave me up for you." I point at her with my forefinger. "Not for me, but for you."

She shakes her head slowly. "No, for you too. If my parents had known they would not have let me keep you. They would have cut me off entirely, and force me out on the street. That's not exactly where a newborn baby belongs." She looks down at the floor to avoid eye contact with me and I have to force the vile coming up my throat down. What does she mean if they had known? Her parents didn't know she was pregnant?

"What do you mean if they had known? Didn't your parents know you were pregnant with me?"

Her eyebrows furrow and her body stiffens just the slightest, and she leans forward to wrap her hands more around her knees to hide the shift but I notice it. "No, they didn't know I was pregnant. If they had found out I would have definitely been kicked out."

My mouth hangs open in shock. How can someone hide a pregnancy from their parents? Wouldn't she have started to show, and then they would have noticed?

"How did you hide it from them?"

She shifts again in her seat and I can tell the conversation is leading to a topic she isn't comfortable with, and it makes me all the more curious as to what it is. I wait for her to answer and I briefly catch her glancing at the clock on the wall. Why does she keep checking the time?

"I got pregnant with you in the summer, so I took off with out telling them. Told them I was going to be staying out there for the majority of it with my friend and her older sister..."

"Older sister?..." I ask, raising my eyebrow.

Her eyes meet mine. "My friends older sister had been your mother. Your adoptive one."

So that's how she knew my mom. My lips part but I don't say anything, but only nod my head for her to continue.

"Once I figured out that I couldn't abort you, and couldn't keep you, I decided on giving you up to Elizabeth." She looks down at the floor when she mentions my moms name. "She wanted another baby, a baby girl. But after Daniel she wasn't able to carry anymore. Her and her husband wanted a girl so bad so I agreed to it..."

I inwardly wince at the mention of my "dad" and I feel Harry stiffen again, his mouth pressing in a firm line and his nostrils flaring in anger. His hand loosens in mine and for some reason it makes me worried, so I tighten my hold on his and he glances at me. His eyes widen in surprise and I momentarily squeeze his hand again until he holds mine back. When he does I look back over to Emma, her eyes glancing between Harry and I.

"So what happened once you made that decision?"

She's quiet for a moment and she bites the inside of her cheek, her knee beginning to bounce in nervousness. "I called my parents and told them I wanted to spend a school year in LA. They weren't entirely okay with it, took a lot of convincing on my part but they finally agreed to it. So I stayed there with Elizabeth for a year, took online classes, had you, stayed till the end of the next summer until I worked off the baby weight, and then came back home."

My shoulders fall when I let out an exasperated sigh and shake my head at what she just told me. How could she possibly have done all that? She makes hiding a pregnancy sound so easy for fucks sake. How did she hide it from my father?

"Wait," I say and she looks away from the clock again. "My father? Does he know about me?"

Her lips press together and her gaze moves from me, Harry, the others sitting on the opposite couch, then back down to her lap. "No, he doesn't."

My anger rises and my nostrils are flaring but I force myself to stay calm. "You didn't tell him?"

She shakes her head just a little, her eyes never leaving the floor. "No, what we had was very brief. I stopped seeing him before I even found out I was pregnant."

"But," my anger is getting the best of me and voice comes out higher then I intended. "But you never bothered to reach out to him? To tell him about me?" I stop and I notice how Liam is looking at me with pity. They all are, even Harry and I want to yell at them to stop. "You didn't want me fine, but what if he had?"

"Kaydence, he wouldn't of. He wouldn't have cared." She says coldly and my back straightens.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because," she snaps at me and I flinch at her tone. "He was a loser. A delinquent. The bad boy. He had no money. No home. He didn't give a crap about me, nor would he have cared about you." She says the last part softly and sadly and it does something to my chest. I stare at her and it's only when her eyes widen and Harry's hand moves to grasp the back of my neck do I realize I've let a tear or two slip down my cheeks. Fucking hell, I shouldn't be crying. I can't cry in front of her I refuse for her to see me like this. Stop crying Kaydence, get your shit together.

I inhale a deep breath and then let it go before quickly wiping my eyes. Whatever, it's okay. I had an ass of adoptive father it's okay if my real one had been one too. It's okay. It's fine. "You went to my mom's funeral." I state, changing the subject and she nods slowly.

"Yes, I did. Now that I think about it, I hadn't seen you there."

"I didn't go." I bluntly say, fiddling with the end of my skirt. "You and my mom stayed in touch?"

She sighs and taps her knee, leaning forward and looking up at me. "No, we lost touch years ago. But I was still contacted when she passed." She says shortly and glances at Harry.

I nod, there's a lot more I want to ask but I can't get my thoughts straight. My biological dad is out of the picture, she knew my mom through one of her friends in high school, it's not that she couldn't keep me but more so she didn't want to. What else is there to know?

I think about my siblings, wondering what they look like. Is there any resemblance to us? How did she meet their father? Are they even still together? I briefly glance at her finger, and yep there's a ring on it. But maybe they all have different dads?

"Your daughter is fifteen?" I ask her, slowly realizing something.

"Yes?" She says carefully, raising her eyebrow at me.

"So you had her when you were twenty..." She stiffens at my statement and I watch her, trying to read her body language.

"I did." She briefly answers and I lean forward from where I'm sitting, Harry's hand on my back slipping down to my lower waist.

"You were still in college then," I state and she looks away from me. "So, what'd you do? Actually, did you keep it from her father too, that you had her?"

Her gaze flickers over to mine and her mouth opens to answer me when suddenly, there's a beeping sound and then voices coming from the hallway. A door closes and Emma's eyes widen and she looks panicked. She sits forward in her seat and I hear giggling and talking nearing us, my body stiffening when I see a small figure emerging from the hallway. A little girl comes running in, her light brown short hair bouncing as she darts towards Emma on the couch. She flings her little body into her lap and Emma leans back from the force, her arms circling her waist and bringing her closer to her chest. Emma kisses the top of her head and the little girl giggles and hugs her around the neck, her small hands gripping Emma's brown hair. She lays her head on Emma's shoulder and when she does her gaze meets mine. She lifts her head in curiosity and she stares at me with her big brown eyes and my god, I have to admit she's adorable. She smiles at me and something inside my chest tightens when she does, I give her a small smile back and she turns to look at Emma, admiring her mother and touching her face with her small hands.

I stare at them, observing their affection when my attention is pulled away as two other figures enter the room. Two boys, around the age of ten and eight enter, their heads tilting in confusion when they see us all sitting here. They both have brown hair, except the older one has a lighter brown, and blue eyes instead of brown ones like his brother. A man comes up behind them, and I automatically figure it's their father when I notice the resemblance and how he had the same blue eyes as his older son, the younger one looks more like Emma but he still somehow manages to look like his father and brother. Their father looks down at his two sons and his gaze moves over us all sitting on the couch, obviously confused as well. I keep staring at the two boys though, stunned by how we seem to have the same facial features we share through Emma and the older one meets my gaze from across the room, his eyes widening as he takes a step back.

"Jesus Christ, mom," he says and Emma snaps her head in his direction as if to scold him for using such language but stops as he points at me. "Why does she look like Charlotte?"

My eyebrows furrow at the name. Charlotte? Who the fuck-,

"Mom!" A voice calls from the other room and I sit up when I realize this voice sounds similar to mine. "Kaitlyn invited me to come over tonight there's this party and,-" the girl steps into the room from behind her brothers and my breath hitches in my throat when I see that I could be staring into a damn mirror. Her brown hair is long, and wavy and her eyes are the same shape and color as mine. Her nose is similar as well and a small indent is in her cheek the opposite side where mine is. Harry gasps and I can see from the side of my eye at how he keeps looking back and forth between the two of us. This is my sister. This girl that looks strikingly similar to me, is my sister.

"Holy shit!" She yells and my eyes almost bulge out when I think she has figured it out.

"Mom? Please tell me," her eyes are wide and she stares at her mom in shock. "Why the hell is one direction sitting in our living room?"

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Ohh shit.
You think any of them will figure out Kaydence is their sister? (;
Or what do you think will happen?

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