"Sick of all the insincere,
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away."

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"How the hell did they find us?" Harry said angrily, tightening his grip around my waist. We were walking up to the club when a few paparazzi had popped out of nowhere, and began taking pictures of the boys. They hadn't really bothered me at first until they saw Harry's arm around me and zoomed in with their cameras, snapping photos of the two of us and even some of Nicole and Niall who were very close to each other. I ducked my head down to hide my face as we walked to the front, tugging the hem of my tight fitted black dress down. I was a little uncomfortable with wearing this dress but Nicole insisted when she saw the plunging neckline and had told me it showed off my curves so I just said 'fuck it' and put it on. But now, I was regretting my decision as the paparazzi moved closer to Harry and I to get photos, making me slightly self conscious of my deep neckline. I hope to god my boobs weren't out on display.

"Someone from last night must of recognized us." Louis mumbled and
I breathed a sigh of relief when we reached the front of the club, Louis running ahead to the bouncer at the door. He quickly moved to let us in and blocked the paparazzi from following us inside, ushering them away. The music was bouncing off the walls and it was dark, except for the few neon lights that were flashing. Harry moved to grab my hand and dragged me across the large club, moving to a flight of stairs. I carefully followed behind him in fear I'd fall over in the gold pumps Nicole let me borrow. They were higher then I was used to but I had to admit, they were really cute.

Once we reached the second floor, we walked to a few empty couches that were in the corner and I gladly sunk down into one when we reached it. Nicole moved to sit next to me, followed by Louis and Zayn sitting with us. I glanced up at Harry to see his eyes darting around the club as he leaned against the railing near the couch. You could see everyone dancing from up here but Harry's emerald eyes focused on the bar down below.

"Do you want something to drink?" Harry shouted at me over the music and I nodded my head.

"What kind?" He asked, bending down so his lips were closer to my ear.

"Something with vodka." I shouted and he smirked down at me, nodding before turning to walk down the stairs again with Liam and Niall. Nicole and I nodded our heads to the music, but Nicole suddenly stood up and swayed her hips. I laughed and she spun around, reaching her hands out to grab mine and dragging me to stand up.

"Let's go dance!" She yelled, not giving me a chance to respond before she pulled me towards the flight of stairs. I hastily tried to keep up with her, apologizing to the few people I ran into on the way down. Once we reached the bottom step she excitedly hauled me towards the dance floor, where people were awfully close to each other. My body tensed as we shoved our way towards the middle and I was reminded of the time I had gone to a club with Harry and Madison, back when we were still friends. I had been so uncomfortable then, being close to other strangers had made it nearly impossible for me to have a good time but I couldn't help but notice how this time it was different. Yes, I was still nervous about being this close in proximity with strangers, let alone men, but it wasn't as hard. It was doable, and I was actually able to have a good time instead of being paranoid that every man around me was going to hurt me. Not everyone was a monster, and I was slowly beginning to learn that more each day. Harry was a prime example of how there were still good people out in the world, and his friends were too. What happened to me sucked a lot, but I was tired and absolutely done with it, or rather, him, dictating my life.

I didn't shy away from the arms that brushed mine as we stopped in the middle of the dance floor, and instead gave Nicole a wide smile. She grinned at me and began moving her hips, resting her arms on top of my shoulders. I wasn't much of a dancer but I wanted to have fun tonight, so I mimicked Nicole's dance moves, swaying my hips and wrapping my hands around her wrist. There was a fast tempo song on and everyone was jumping around us, Nicole and I laughing when a guy near us almost spilled his drink on his date. We danced for a long time and I eventually grew more carefree, my body loosening up as I danced with my eyes closed and my arms above my head.

I almost jumped out of my own skin when I felt a pair of strong arms circle my waist, and I quickly moved to shove them off. I spun around and my face scrunched up when I saw a guy with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, looking down at me. He had a smirk plastered on his face and I stepped closer to Nicole, who had stopped dancing when she felt me push against her.

"Can we help you?" Nicole says rudely to him and he merely glances at her once before turning his attention back to me.

"Not you, just your friend here. Want to dance with me, beautiful?" He takes a step closer to me and the very little room we have here makes it difficult to get away. I end up stepping on a girls toe when I move to step back and the girl angrily shoves me away, making me fly into the chest of the blonde. I flinch away from him and Nicole quickly moved to grab me, while he reaches for my other arm.

"Get your hand, off of her. Right now." I recognize the raspy deep voice and abruptly turn my head to see Harry standing on the other side of Nicole. His eyes are dark and threatening, his stance tall and defiant. The blonde doesn't release me and I try to tug my arm free but his hold only tightens. I throw him a glare but his stare is focused on Harry.

"Dude, mind your own business." He shouts over the loud music and Harry clenches his jaw, quickly striding between the blonde and I. He reaches for the blonde's arm, plucking his fingers off of me and angrily shoving his arm back at the guy.

"She is my business. Don't fucking touch her again." He says between clenched teeth and I move to rub the spot the guy had been holding my arm on.

The blonde blinks at Harry, glancing between the two of us. "Oh. Is she your girl? I didn't know, man. Sorry."

"Yeah. Whatever, piss off." Harry snapped and the guy raised his hands in surrender, moving out of the crowd. Harry rolled his eyes and turned to look at me, his firm gaze sliding over my body and frowning.

"You should not have worn that dress." He mutters and I give him an incredulous look.

"Why not?"

He moves to wrap one of his arms around my waist and ducks his head down close to my ear. "You look too sexy. I'm going to have to fight off several men if they so much as look at you."

I laugh and shake my head at him, pinching his bicep. "Too bad I only want one man to look at me." I wink at him and his eyebrows raise in surprise before he grins and kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck and Harry suddenly begins to sway his hips against me when the song 'I've had the time of my life' from dirty dancing comes on. I pull away from the kiss when I feel him humming, watching him sing along to it. I laugh and go to move out of his embrace when he tightens his arm around me, moving his other one around me as well and placing them on my lower back. He has to bend more do to my height and it leaves his lips close to my neck and ear. He begins swaying us both side to side in a circle while singing the lyrics to me and I laugh hysterically at his silliness, but let him move me around the dance floor. My laughing only worsens when he moves one of his hands to grab one of mine, holding it as he moves us around and dramatically shouting the lyrics. He was adorable.

The song eventually ends and my stomach hurts from laughing so hard, my eyes tearing at the corners. I dab them and Harry's dimples are popping out as he brings one of his thumbs up to wipe one of the tears at my eyes. I look around for Nicole but Harry points upstairs, where I see Nicole sitting on the couch and clearly making out with Niall. My mouth falls open and Harry laughs, making a disgusted face but I can tell he's still happy for them.

"I got your drink for you but you were dancing so I drank it." Harry yells over the music and I roll my eyes at him.

"Well get me another one then." I say stubbornly and he smirks down at me.

"Fine, but you're coming with me this time. You're not leaving my sight the rest of the night." He warns and I reluctantly nod my head. I don't think I wanted him to leave my side again anyways.

We walk to the bar and Harry buys me a blue drink that he tells me is called 'UV', and when I give him a blank stare he tells me there's vodka in it and I nod before taking a sip. It's strong and tastes like blueberry, the drink making my throat burn as I swallow it down. I wince and Harry reaches his hand out to take the drink from me, asking if it's too strong but I wave him away and take another drink. It was strong, but I liked it. He sat down on one of the stools and I gawked at him over the rim of my glass as I brought it to my lips, taking in the way his dark patterned button up hugged him. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his rose tattoo and anchor on his wrist. My eyes slide from his beautiful hands back to the button up to see he once again, had only left two buttons buttoned and his chest looked so smooth but there was clearly some chest hair beginning to grow. I was never one to find chest hair attractive but how the hell did he pull that off as well?

I subconsciously roll my eyes at him as I take another drink and his eyebrows furrow in confusion, his mouth parting. "Did I do something...?"

"Yeah. Your face is annoying." I snap at him and he presses his lips together, a smile trying to force its way on his face.

"My face is annoying?"

"Yeah. Like you're really attractive and it pisses me the fuck off. In fact, you're so attractive, it makes me want to punch you in the face and bruise you up or something so it's not so perfect." I go to lift my drink to my mouth, my hand pausing mid air. "Actually, a bruise on your face would only make you hotter. Wow, that's just unfair, fuck you." I say and Harry blinks at me before throwing his head back in laughter. His chuckles fill the air between us and I scowl at him for even being cute while laughing.

"Are you drunk?" He asks incredulously, studying my face.

"No," I say but I knew I was on the way to getting there. I was such a light weight and this drink was super strong. I already felt my lips tingling and my head was lighter. "I am most definitely not drunk."

"But if you drink another of those, you will be." Harry shakes his head and bites his lip, then releases it. "No more after you finish that one, I knew it was too strong for you."

"But I like it, it's so good. And look, I bet my tongue is blue." I stuck my tongue out to Harry and he shook his head in amusement, pressing his lips together as he flicked my tongue with his forefinger.

"Put that away, you wouldn't want to tease anyone." His eyes darted around at the men sitting near us as he clutched my waist and brought me to stand between his legs.

"Not until you tell me if my tongue is blue." I whine and go to stick my tongue out again when Harry hastily reaches to shove it back in my mouth, not caring that my saliva was all over his hand now.

"Sorry love, your tongue is not blue. Now enough of that." He said warningly and I nodded, picking up my glass and downing the rest of my blue drink. I held the glass out to Harry, asking him to get me another but he shook his head to deny me and I huffed in annoyance.

"I bet I could easily manipulate the bartender to get me another one." I hummed and Harry gave me a dark look, his eyes narrowing and his pink lips twisting to the side.

"I don't like when you drink."
He muttered and my eyebrows shot up at his confession. "I mean I like it, but I don't. You're too mouthy."

"Mouthy?" I gasp and he nods, an amused smile appearing on his face.

"Yes, you have no filter when you're drinking."

"And that's a bad thing?" I ask.

"No, but when you're threatening me with basically saying you're going to seduce the bartender to get you another drink, it is." He arches an eyebrow at me and I frown at his words.

"I wasn't going to seduce him." I try and defend myself, sounding quite pathetic.

"What were you going to do then to get that drink?"

I shrug. "I don't know. Nicole said this neckline could get me anything so I was just going to stand here and try it out."

His mouth drops and he quickly reaches for me, pressing his knees into my hips so I'm trapped there. "You are not doing that. Don't even try it Kaydence."

"Someone is possessive tonight." I sing and Harry's face lightens just the slightest.

"I'm not possessive. I just don't like people looking at what's mine." He said truthfully and I felt my cheeks flush under his hard gaze, my fingers fiddling with the collar of his shirt. I pressed my lips together and ducked my head down, studying the pattern on his shirt to avoid eye contact with him when I felt his fingers brushing under my chin. He lightly tilted my face up to his and leaned forward, his mouth only an inch away as his green eyes searched mine.

"Mine. Got it?" He said softly and I slowly nodded, before he leaned in and kissed me. One of his hands moved to cup my cheek while the other stayed wrapped around my waist. I kissed him back briefly and then pulled away, his gaze meeting mine as he grinned at me.

"I love you." He muttered and this time I lifted my arms to wrap around his neck, leaning my weight against him as he let his other hand drop back down to hold my hip.

"I love you too. Now, how about you buy me another drink?" I smirked at him, letting my teeth sink into my bottom lip and batting my eyes at him. His mouth parted, his eyes widening and flickering down to my mouth before he laughed and shook his head.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" He asked incredulously, his tone laced with amusement.

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"Maybe..." I bit my lip harder and his eyes darted down to it. "Yes, fuck, it's working. Now stop." He groaned, then waved the bartender over to order me another drink. I laughed and hugged him, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. The bartender placed the drink in front of Harry and I reached over, happily bringing it to my lips and drinking it. He watched me with amusement and we stayed in this spot the majority of our time here, talking and laughing like we were two people meeting for the first time. He asked me about how my Christmas was and I ended up telling him endless stories of Nicole and I this past year. He smiles with his head resting in his palm and I can tell he loves the fact Nicole and I are so close. I ask him about the tour and he goes on to tell me the stories he has had there, his hands moving excitedly and his eyes widening in happiness every time he talks about experiences he's had with fans. He really does love them.

Harry refuses to buy me a third drink after I finish my second glass and we eventually head back upstairs to the others, where we find them tiredly lying on the couch. Louis is trashed, and so is Zayn, while Liam and Niall just seem a little tipsy. Nicole is beyond wasted and Niall tries his best to hold her up every time she looks like she's going to slip off the couch. One look at them and we know it's time to head home, and Harry holds his hand out for the keys Liam has in his pocket. He wasn't drunk, but he wasn't sober enough to be driving and Harry only had half a beer. He was the most sober of us all and made sure everyone was up and ready to go home before he lead us out of the club. Luckily the paparazzi were gone and we were able to easily make our way to the car, until Harry had to stop halfway to pick a stumbling Nicole up. He carried her the rest of the way to the car and placed her in the backseat, Niall climbing in next to her. I hopped into the passenger seat and Harry walked around to the drivers side, making sure everyone was strapped in before driving back to the house.

When we got there Nicole was passed out in the back and when Harry had gone to pick her up, Niall waved him off and said he was sober enough to get her now. Harry smirked as he stepped back, letting him take over and reached his hand out for me to take. He locked the car once everyone was out and led us through the back, where I had stopped midway to take my heels off. Harry held my hand as I bent to pick them up and for a moment I was thrown by our height difference again. I hadn't felt so short with the heels on, it had given me a four inch advantage, but now completely barefoot I was back to feeling like a midget next to him.

He dragged me across the lawn and unlocked the door for us, holding it open for Niall who was carrying a sleeping Nicole. We all said good night and then I turned to sleepily follow after Harry to our room. I tossed my heels on the floor once we entered and didn't even bother going to change as I made my way to the bed and tossed myself face down on the covers. Harry chuckled behind me and I lazily smiled, not opening my eyes as I felt the bed dip beside me. I felt his warm palm come up to brush my cheek and the last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Harry's soft voice whispering 'I love you'.

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I should never have offered to help this morning. I was currently standing outside the hallway closet upstairs of Emma's house. Apparently Saturday's were cleaning days, and I had offered to help Char organize this closet when she was assigned to do it by James. Harry and the others had also offered to help out and were currently off doing their assigned duties. I hadn't mind helping out when I first offered but now as I stared at the cluttered closet, I dreaded having to clean this mess up. It didn't help that I had felt sick to my stomach ever since I woke up this morning and I had a slight throbbing headache as well. I sighed in exasperation, shaking my head and silently promising myself I'd get a nap in after I finished this.

"Okay, let's get to it." Char said beside me and we both stepped inside the large closet, grabbing the coats hanging from it and tossing them on the floor. I sprayed the shelf with wood cleaner and wiped the cloth over it as I listened to Char tell me about the end of the year party that was happening tonight. She said how Emma had actually agreed to let her go, and it was obvious she was very surprised with this news.

"She's never let me go to parties in the past." She stated, blinking as she moved the shoe boxes out from under the bottom shelf. "I think she's been more lenient ever since you got here." I glanced down at her to see her giving me a thankful smile, and I shook my head but grinned back. I don't think I had much influence over the way Emma has been acting with Char but I can't say I'm not glad to see her loosening up a bit.

"Who are you going to go with?" I ask, picking up the coats and putting them back to hang up where there were originally except color coding them this time.

"Not Kaitlyn," she scoffed. "I'm going with my other friend Gabby I think."

"That's cool, you're going to have fun." I smiled but felt my 'big sister' instincts kick in. "But be careful. Don't accept any drinks from anyone." I say sternly and she rolls her eyes at me but nods.

"Yeah, I know." She waves me off and after I finish putting the clothes in order I move to sit on the floor beside Char, reaching for one of the shoe boxes. I open it, expecting to see a pair of shoes but stop when I see a wad of photos scattered inside.

"Oh my god! I forgot these were here." Char said, grabbing a handful of photos and looking through them. "Look," she shows me the picture in her hand and it's one of Emma, James, and I'm assuming Char. Emma is holding her and grinning happily at the camera, while James has his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Char looks like she could be around two years old here and I smile when I see she looks kind of like Livy. 

"That's you right?" I ask, taking the photo to look at it again. It was cute, and made me smile to see how happy they all looked in it.

"Yeah, that was right before my third birthday." She said, grinning and looking through the other photos. There was one of her at a school talent show when she was twelve and Char groaned when she saw the picture, covering her face in embarrassment as she began to tell me the story of how that day had gone downhill. She said she had gone up to sing for everyone but ended up barfing on stage before the song had even started. I tried to suppress a laugh but when she pointed out a stain of vomit on her bright pink shirt in the photo, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I fell back on the carpet and laughed so hard as she told me how Emma had forced her to smile and take a picture even after she had embarrassed herself on stage.

"Oh my god." I try to catch my breath but end up laughing again when she mutters how that was the worst day of her life. She playfully swats my arm and I giggle one more time before she moves on to the next photo, which is of Logan and her in the backyard swimming. We keep looking through the photos and she stops every so often to share a story with me from her childhood and part of me envies her. I wish I had stories like hers, where I could share and laugh about them but I didn't. A majority of my childhood had been filled with darkness and all I really remembered was being sad most of the time. Sure, there were some nice moments that I shared with Danny, but even thinking of those still made me depressed knowing I'd never actually see him again.

Charlotte excused herself to the restroom and handed me the stack of photos she was holding. I stayed laying on my back and silently looked through the photos, smiling whenever I saw a baby picture of Char, of Aiden, and even Livy. There was a picture of Emma and James on their wedding day and I stared at it for a good few minutes, taking in the way they looked at each other as they danced. Did Harry and I look at each other that way? I reluctantly skipped to the next photo, and was just about to move to the next one when I recognized the young girl standing next to a little Emma, with a man and a woman standing behind them. I brought the photo closer to my face, squinting to see the little girl more clearly. I recognized her and my eyes widened when a memory of a photo of my mom at my old house that hung on our fridge for years, tied to this one. It was the same exact photo, except the one my mom had hanging had been cut that you couldn't tell who was standing beside her. And now, as I looked at it I knew this was definitely her, standing next to Emma. But how? And why? Emma said they met through a friend of hers in high school...Emma was obviously a lot younger then fifteen here.

I sat up, feeling my stomach twist as I moved to put the stack of photos back when a stack with rusted edges in the box caught my eye. I paused, and placed the photo of Emma and my mother down next to me to grab the other stack. I brought it close to my face and my mouth parted when I saw it was a picture of a teenage Emma, standing next to a boy that had his arm around her shoulder. That's not what made my heart stop and my eyes to bulge though. It was the fact that the boy, had the same gold bullet I was wearing, hanging from his neck. My chest rose and fell as I gazed at the boy who was my father. He had a black leather jacket on with a pair of blue jeans and his hair was dark brown but I couldn't see his face clearly due to the sunglasses he was wearing. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes as a wave of overwhelming emotions hit me and I hastily moved to the next photo, my back straightening when I saw it.

There, was another photo of Emma and my father. My mouth pressed into a hard line when I realized they were wearing different outfits, which meant this had been a different day from the first photo. An instinct made me turn the picture over to see a date written on the back, one that would match up to the summer she got pregnant with me. I quickly picked up the previous one and saw that, the date on there had been that summer as well. I skipped to the next few photos and my heart thudded quickly when I saw that each one was from different days, all from the same summer.

She lied. That's all that went through my head, as I stared at the fifteen photos lied out in front of me. She told me it had only been one night she spent with him, that she never saw him again after it but clearly, she had seen him much more then once. My head whirled and my blood boiled as my anger grew the longer I stared at the pictures. She lied to me. There was something much more then a one night stand that had gone on with them and she lied.

Letting my anger take the best of me I quickly stood up from my spot on the floor, knocking the box of photos over in my haste and stormed down the hallway. I ran down the stairs and could practically feel the heat radiating off my own skin as I took long strides towards the kitchen where I heard pots moving around. I knew she was in there, and my steps quickened when I passed the living room, where Harry was cleaning and he looked up happily at me when I passed.

"Hey babe," I ignored him and kept walking to the kitchen but not before I saw his face fall. "Kay? Are you okay?..." He trailed off when he saw I wasn't stopping but I heard his footsteps following behind me.

I stormed into the kitchen and Emma turned around from where she stood near the counter, a smile on her face that I wanted to slap off. "Hey, I just finished making lunch. Sorry it took so long but-,"

"What the fuck is this?" I said loud and slowly, holding up the photo of Emma and my mom first. Her eyebrows furrowed and she gave me a confused expression, her hand pausing over the sandwiches she was making. Oh, she was a good actress I'll give her that.

"What's the matter? Why are you upset?"

"Cut the bullshit Emma!" I shouted and she jumped. "This!" I tossed the picture at her and pointed at it when she picked it up. "What is that!"

She looked down at the photo and her face turned from confusion to realization. She frowned and slowly looked up at me, blinking as she slowly shook her head. "I'm..."

"Why the hell is my mom in that picture with you!? You said," I stopped to catch my breath and momentarily noticed how Harry was standing at the doorway with worry in his eyes. Nicole, and the other boys had gathered behind him as well. "You said, that you met her through a friend in high school. So why the fuck is she standing next to a five year old you?!"

"Kaydence, calm down and be quiet." She hisses, her eyes darting to the other entry of the kitchen but oh. She wants me quiet? I don't think so.

"Be quiet? Be quiet?!" I shout angrily, and she flinches. I make a growl like sound and this time hold the stack of pictures of her and my father up, my hand shaking from being so mad. "Why should I listen to anything you say? All you do is lie!" I yell and I hear the sound of feet pounding down the stairs.

"That's not true, Kaydence just calm down and-,"

"No! I'm done being calm I've kept your fucking secrets, I've stayed quiet but I'm done!" I scream and throw the stack of pictures at her, and feel just a little satisfied to see one of them hit her face. "You said you only had one night with him!"

She picks up the pictures now scattered on the counter and all the color from her face drains when she sees what it is. I see Charlotte enter the kitchen and part of me feels bad that she has to witness this but I can't do this anymore. I trusted her and she fucking destroyed it. I should have never given her the opportunity to get close to me, deep down I knew something like this would happen.

"Mom? What's going on?" Charlotte's eyes dart between us but I ignore her as I wait for Emma to answer.

"Kaydence, we can talk about this later but for now just-,"

"Are you kidding me?! No! You're going to tell me right now why the dates on those pictures are all from that summer. That's him right? He's wearing the same necklace! Tell me right now, why you told me you were only with him one night when clearly you spent way more time with him!"

My face is hot and my hands are shaking, that I don't even notice James walk into the kitchen along with Logan and Aiden right behind him. I have the urge to grab Emma by the neck, scream in her face, and choke her until she fucking tells me the truth, but Aiden and Logan at the doorway is the only thing stopping me. Emma doesn't answer me and I let an angry growl escape my mouth as I slam one of my hands down hard on the picture lying on the counter, making nearly everyone flinch.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell is going on here?" James loud voice booms and if I wasn't so angry I would of cowered away from his tone, but I'm too livid to care about anything right now.

"Tell me right now Emma or so help me God I will out your ass right now!" I scream and hold the picture of her and my father up, waving it at her. "Why did you lie?! Who the hell is he?"

James moves in between Emma and I as if to keep us from jumping at each other's throats, placing his hand on my shoulder when he sees me try to walk around to Emma. I grunt and James gives me a warning look before he plucks the picture from my hands, looking down at it. His eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head in confusion as he looks at me. "This is me." He says turning to look at Emma, his eyes darting between the two of us and my heart stalls in my chest, my body stiffening when I realize what he has just said. Wait..."Now can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?"

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