"I'll make this feel like home." 

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H a r r y

Watching Kay walk out of the guest house with out saying anything to her made me want to smack myself upside the head. I knew she was nervous about speaking to James, and I hadn't even given her words of comfort because of the sour mood I was now in at the thought of having to leave on Tuesday. The lads didn't seem to catch on, buzzing with excitement as they talked about writing in the studio that only left me feeling nostalgic. I lied on my back on one of the couch's large foot rests, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing my eyes with my knuckles when they continued to talk about all the work we had to do when we got back. A little part of me was just as excited as they were, but most of me felt...sad. 

I could feel the shift, the one that was going to come when we left and I just knew in my gut, that Kaydence wouldn't be leaving with us. She hadn't said anything, but I was apprehensive about her keeping her promise to never leave me again. We had been so happy with each other this past week and I knew the moment we left this place, things would drastically change. For the worse, or for the better? I had no idea. 

"You alright mate?" Niall nudged my leg with his foot and I tore my eyes away from the ceiling to see him staring at me with slight worry. The lads and I have seemed to fix things, after I spoke to them the other day while Kaydence had napped in the room. I apologized for the way I treated them this past year and they were so quick to forgive, and told me they were just glad to have the old Harry back. I was glad he was back too, and If Kaydence and I were to go separate ways again, I promised myself I wouldn't turn into the dick I was this past year again. 

"Yeah, just thinking." I shrugged and felt the couch I was lying on shift as Nicole sat next to me, her eyebrows furrowing. She knew something was up. 

"About?" She pressed and I bit down on my bottom lip, not sure If I felt like talking to her about it. 

"Lay your thoughts on us Harry." Liam piped from the other side of the room and I sighed when everyone began nagging me to tell them what I was thinking.

"I have a feeling she isn't leaving with us." I blurted out and Nicole frowned while the others gave me confused looks. 

"Why do you think that?" Louis asked slowly and I shrugged, throwing my arm back above my head. 

"I just feel it." I mumbled and Nicole nodded, sighing and playing with a loose fray on her shirt. 

"I know what you mean, I feel it too." She said quietly and I darted my eyes up to look at her, seeing that she looked just as sad as I felt. I knew if Kaydence stayed it wouldn't just affect me anymore, but Nicole too. They've become so close this past year, hell they fucking lived in a flat together. They were practically sisters. 

Nicole suddenly turned to give me a small reassuring smile, nudging my arm lightly with her hand. "If she does, we've got to be supportive. She's finally got a family, Harry." 

I gulp, knowing Nicole is right but for my own selfish reasons and needs I didn't want her to stay. I wanted her to come with me back to LA, I had been deprived of her for eleven fucking months and wanted to spend as much time with her as I could. But Nicole was absolutely right. Kaydence had other people who cared about her now, It wasn't just me anymore and her sisters and brothers had been deprived of her their whole lives. James just found out about her. How would it be fair for me to have her, when they haven't even gotten the chance to know the amazing, beautiful person she was? 

"I know, I will be." I said quietly. It would hurt to leave her here but who said we still couldn't be together? She'd come back to LA real soon anyways, that is if she even chose to stay for a few more weeks. It would be okay. It had to be. 

K a y d e n c e

After I had finally stopped crying, and James had composed himself, the both of us sat on the couch talking. James had insisted on getting to know me and spent the next twenty minutes asking me questions. It were the smallest details about me that he wanted to know, like what my favorite color was, if I'm allergic to anything, if I had any big dreams I wanted to fulfill. I told him about my hobby for writing and his eyes brightened when he shared that he too, had a love for literature and writing when he was younger. He said it had been the only thing that had made him feel better in his depressed states, and the comfort I felt that I wasn't the only one that used writing as a way to vent made me happy. We talked about books we've read and he excitedly shared that they had a mini library upstairs that I was free to use anytime I wanted. He told me when they first got the house Emma had wanted to turn the room into a gym, but he insisted on using it as a place for all the books he had collected. Emma apparently, loved his passion for reading so she let him. 

I found myself grinning widely, watching James hands move enthusiastically as he talked about one of his favorite books he had read in the past, and I saw glimpses of me in him. He had a nerdy side to him and I think that was where I got it from. I already knew I had gotten my stubbornness from Emma along with various other traits, but this, this I definitely got from James. 

Charlotte had came down stairs while he talked and even though I had waved her over to join us she shook her head, giving me a smile and hurriedly grabbing a water bottle before heading back upstairs. I thought for a moment she might of felt left out, but then understood when she sent me a thumbs up that she was just trying to give me time with my dad. 

"So, you and Harry?" James raised his eyebrow in question and I felt my cheeks burning up. 

"Er, yeah?" I muttered kind of uncertainly. I knew him and I were a thing but I wasn't sure what we were technically.  James narrowed his eyes at me and I shrunk underneath his hard gaze until he started grinning and shaking his head.

"If I had known you were my daughter I would have never allowed you two to sleep back there together." He declared and my eyes nearly bulged out of my sockets. He laughed and lightly patted my shoulder. 

"Relax. I like him, he's a good guy. Real gentleman. Are all British guys like that?" He wondered out loud and I laughed, quickly trying to divert the conversation away from Harry and turning it back to books.

James started telling me how he secretly always wanted to be an English teacher just as we heard the front door open. My back stiffened and James mouth was left gaped open when he stopped talking and his eyes flitted over to the hallway, where footsteps were heard. I turned my body slightly and the first thing I saw was Aiden walking into the room. He ran to James, jumping on him and giving him a hug before turning to look at me with a curious by shy smile on his face. He waved to me and I gave him a small wave back, my attention turning to Logan who had entered the room. He didn't run to James like Aiden had, but his eyes were locked on my face. Unlike the others, Logan was a hard kid to crack open. He seemed cautious and wise for his age, so him and I had never really gotten to talking except for a few exchanged sentences. I had tried desperately to get him to open up to me but the times I had, it's like he threw a wall up with me. It confused me and left me wondering if Harry had done some voodoo magic on him when he easily talked to him willingly. I didn't understand it. 

What I didn't understand even more though, was that Logan had suddenly walked across the room towards me, stared at my face for a few seconds, and then wrapped his thin arms around my neck. I was caught off guard with his action but awkwardly lifted one of my hands to pat his back before he took a step back, looking at me with narrowed eyes and a very faint smile on his face. 

"I knew you were my sister. You look too much like mom and Char not to be." He said, shaking his head and turning on his heel to walk out of the room. By now Emma had walked in with Livy on her hip, watching James and I cautiously but tearing her eyes way to stop Logan. She had set Livy down and gave her hand to Logan, telling him to take her upstairs to Char. He nodded, gripping Livy's small hand and lightly tugging her to follow behind him before he disappeared into the hallway with Aiden skipping behind them.

Emma turned to look at us again, her hands gripping her jeans in nervousness and her mouth opening and closing. She wanted to say something, but seemed lost for words and struggled to talk, a huff of annoyance leaving her nose. She finally had managed to get the word 'I' out but paused abruptly when James stood from the couch next to me, her eyes wide as James strode across the room to her. She looked scared of what he might say or do, and even I gazed at him in shock when he placed his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Emma blinked at him and he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and making her suck in a breath. 

"I forgive you Emma, I'm not mad anymore. I'm just glad you're home." He sighed into her shoulder and she hastily hugged him back, squeezing her eyes shut and sighing in relief. I felt like I should leave the room to give them a moment, but then Emma opened her eyes and gazed at me over James' shoulder. She pulled away from James then, briefly looking up at him and kissing him on the cheek before slowly moving further into the room and sitting on the couch across from me. James followed her, sitting down next to her and lightly resting his arm around her waist. She seemed to relax with his touch and I felt the aching need for Harry's own touch to comfort me right now. 

"Kaydence," She breathed, her shoulders slightly falling. "First off, I wanted to say that I am so sorry for lying to you." 

"Why did you?" I asked without a second thought and she bit her lip, glancing at James and turning back to me when he nodded to her in encouragement. 

"Well, I guess since James told you of his past now, I didn't tell you because I thought you might have been disappointed in who he was back then. He wasn't exactly...father material and I wasn't sure if you would understand why I had to give you up." 

"But he isn't that man anymore," I waved my hand over to James. "So why not tell me the truth? I wouldn't have cared about who he was then. It's now that matters." 

Emma pursed her lips and frowned, looking down at her lap and shaking her head. "I suppose I don't have a good reason for lying about it even after he met you. I guess maybe it was because I had lied to not only you, but him for so many years and our kids. Your sister and brothers. I was afraid how they would feel, if me keeping it a secret would tear us apart." She paused and furrowed her eyebrows. "You know when you keep a secret it gets harder to tell the truth the longer you hide it that it nearly becomes impossible to tell it. That's how it was." 

I nod in understanding, I guess I got that. I remember how hard it was for me to tell Harry about the truth of what my adoptive dad, or in this case, uncle, had done to me. It seemed so much easier to keep it a secret, since that's where it had stayed for years. It was comfortable. "Yeah, I get that." I muttered and Emma gave me a look of wonder before gazing back down at her hands. 

"Do you have any questions?" Emma asked slowly and I bit my lip as I thought. I thought about James' story, skimming over the details in my head. I remember he mentioned how her parents had thrown her out, and he said her parents were much different then his. 

"Your parents? I take it they didn't know about me, James said they were much different from his." 

She nodded and I saw a fleeting emotion of sadness and anger cross her features. "Yes, they were very different." She paused and looked up at me, licking her bottom lip and tilting her head. "They were the conservative type, my family had money and wanted to keep the family name clean," She rolled her eyes and for a second I got the image of a young teenage Emma rolling her eyes at her parents scolding her. "They made damn sure I never did anything to taint our name by keeping me sheltered. They never let me go out, never let me go to parties or stay out past nine. Even on the weekends." She huffed to herself and I saw the faintest smile grow on James face. "But by some miracle they let me go out with my friend at the time, and we went to a party. That's where I met James," She looked over at him with love in her eyes. "I had heard things about him, and knew my parents would definitely not approve. But I guess that's what drew me to him more, I was sick of being so sheltered. I wanted to live, wanted some adventure and this one right here was exactly that." She nudged James and I couldn't help but smile when he grinned down at her. 

She turned back to look at me and her smile faded just a little. "There were no rules on dating, I was allowed to date but I wasn't stupid. I knew they wouldn't be okay with James and I so I kept us a secret. That was working, but then I guess one of our family friends had seen us with each other and blabbed to my dad. I was forbidden not to see James anymore, but of course that made me want to see him more." I tried not to laugh by the way she said it in a 'duh' tone. "So we snuck around, and eventually I got pregnant with you." 

She gazed at me and her eyes filled with sadness again as she did, and she rested her head in her palm. "I freaked out when I found out, I didn't tell James because he had been acting strange the past few weeks and we were fighting a lot. I had planned to keep it a secret just for awhile until I figured out what to do, I wanted to tell James but then that party," She glanced at James and he winced. "Well you know what happened," She waved it off and looked back at me. "I was so mad, and that's when I figured there was no way he could know if he was so willing to hurt me like that. Especially when I found out he was also doing the drugs..." She faltered for a moment and James shifted uncomfortably next to her but she just shook it off. 

"That's when I called my sister...your mom." She swallowed and looked back up at me. "She moved to LA years before that, after my parents pretty much disowned her." 

"Why did they do that?" I asked carefully, blinking at her. What kind of parents were they?

"Because unlike me, she had guts. She didn't care about tainting the family name, or about disobeying them. They wanted her to go to Harvard too, but she was set on doing what she wanted. They weren't okay with that at all, so as soon as she graduated high school they gave her the option of either going to Harvard or getting 'the fuck' out." 

"And she chose out?" I guessed and Emma nodded. 

"Yes. She moved to LA with a few friends. We talked on the phone every now and then, but my parents never bothered reaching out to her. I knew if they found out I was pregnant with you, they'd disown me so quick. I was only fifteen, Kaydence, and James was in a bad place," She pleaded with me to understand her and I swallowed the lump in my throat as I gazed at her wide eyes. "I had no way of taking care of us, if I had I would have kept you in a heartbeat. But I was too young, Lizzie was ten years older then me and already was married. And I knew how she was trying to have another baby..." 

"So you agreed to give me to her?" I asked quietly and Emma gave me a swift nod. 

"She said she wanted a girl, I told her I didn't know the gender yet. It was too early to know, but she still wanted you either way. We agreed that I'd go stay with her for a year, to keep my parents from finding out. They didn't even want me going to see her, it took a lot of convincing but they finally agreed when I pointed out that she was still my sister." 

I bit my lip, briefly thinking how everything was starting to make so much sense now that she was explaining it. I nodded for her to continue and she did. 

"So I went, I didn't tell anyone where I was going except my friend at the time. Lizzie and I spent the months having quality time, and she managed to find someone to draw up adoption papers."

"Why are your last names different?" I asked slowly. 

"We agreed that we'd never tell you the truth, and Lizzie didn't want to leave any traces, so she used my dad's last name while I started using my mom's maiden one." 

"Smart," I muttered and she shrugged. 

"Anyways, after that I had been pretty far along to find out the gender and Lizzie was so happy to find out you were a girl," She smiled in remembrance before her eyes grew sad for a brief second. "She agreed to let me pick your name." She muttered and my eyes widened. 

"You named me?" I ask surprisingly, I thought for some reason it had been Elizabeth.

"Yes, she wanted me to. And frankly I wanted to be the one to name you also." She said quietly, studying me. "I didn't have a name for you, you know. I was stuck between three different names and I almost panicked when I had you and they asked me what your name was and I still hadn't made a decision. Funny thing was though, when I held you and looked at you for the first time I didn't even choose any of the names I had been considering on. You just looked like a Kaydence, so that's what I named you." 

I felt my skin warm at her words, and for some reason I felt happy that it had been her that had named me. It was like, even though I hadn't known about her I still had a piece of her with me all these years.  "What happened after?" I asked softly and she sighed, her shoulders hunching a little more as she frowned. 

"I stayed till the summer was over to nurse you and till I worked off the baby weight. Lizzie and I talked about what we were going to do once I left, and she agreed to let me see you twice a year. Once on Christmas and once on your birthday." 

"My birthday," I muttered, remembering the dreams I had kept having. "Did you visit me on my fifth birthday?" I asked in realization and she nodded. James gasped and she looked over at him, cringing in guilt. 

"That time you said you were going to visit a friend in LA, when you were pregnant with Char, you went to see her didn't you?" James asked quietly and Emma nodded, moving to grab James hand and grasping it tightly. He pressed his lips together and his eyes filled with disappointment, but he patted her hand that was lying over his. 

She turned to face me again and gave me a tight smile. "I did see you on your fifth birthday but that had been the last time..." 

"Why?" 

She frowns and releases James hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, hanging her head. "Lizzie decided it was best if I stopped seeing you. She said you were getting to the age where you would remember me, and she didn't want you to ask questions." 

A rush of anger to my mom, or aunt, flooded through me and my jaw clenched when it did. I can't believe she had it in her to keep my real mother, her sister for that matter, away from me. 

"Don't be mad," Emma said when she saw the look on my face. "She just didn't want to lose you. You were hers, not mine." 

"So you listened to her?" I asked, my voice sounding incredulous. 

"Yes, I had to. But I did try to call, at least on your birthday's but eventually Lizzie just cut me out of her life. She stopped answering my calls, she didn't want me talking to you. She said you'd eventually want to see me if we spoke. I understood that, but I still called to at least ask how you were. But..."

"But she still shut you out?" My voice rose and Emma nodded sadly, James reaching over to rub circles on her back. Her eyes looked glassy and she opened her mouth to release a breath. 

"I understood why she did it, we had a deal. I was just hoping I could at least be in your life as your 'aunt'. She was afraid of losing you, I guess." She stared off towards the wall and her mouth twisted into a frown. 

"You went to the funeral." I whispered and Emma looked down at her hands, a tear falling from her cheek and onto them. I hastily looked away, not wanting to see her cry considering I've done enough of it the past twenty four hours. 

"Yeah, I did. Mom and dad got a call about her passing, and they called me. We went together." She glanced at James and I could tell by the look on his face this had been another thing she lied to him about, yet he still rested his hand on her shoulder for comfort.

"Your parents?" I diverted the attention away from her sister, hoping to bring her out of those thoughts. "So they spoke to you again after you had Char?"

"Yes, we talk but...our relationship is strained." 

"Oh," I frown, kind of bummed that they don't talk that much considering they were my grandparents. It would be kind of nice to meet them, but if Emma didn't want that I'd understand. I'm sure it'd just bring on a whole other argument. "When did they finally speak to you?"

"When Char was three years old. They wanted to meet her, so I agreed to take her to see them." 

"Do they still hate you, James?" 

"I have my suspicions." James answered playfully and I laughed lightly, Emma gave him a tiny smile and shook her head. 

"What made you get the nerve to just drop out?" I asked curiously and Emma blinked at me, straightening and leaning back against the couch. 

"I already had given you up and believe me when I say it was the most hardest thing I had ever had to do. I knew my parents would kick me out and I knew my chances at attending Harvard anymore were over, but I also knew that there was no way I was going to be able to give up another child. James was in a good place too, he was able to be the father I needed him to be and I was older," She stated. "I guess deep down I blamed the fact that my parents were so unsupportive when I was fifteen on the reason I couldn't keep you, so I was just fed up with it. I didn't care anymore what they thought, I wanted to keep Char and I wanted to be with James." 

"That's pretty brave." I said honestly and Emma gave me a small grin. I honestly felt relieved, knowing the truth from Emma and even now knowing James' side. I felt like I could understand them a lot more now, how their pasts had shaped them into who they were today. I wasn't angry at Emma, I understood why she needed to give me up and that she did it for my own good. She even took the initiative to try and be part of my life, it was my..mom's fault that she had pushed her away. 

"Trust me, I wish I had been brave when It came to you." Emma said quietly, sheepishly smiling at me. I hesitated but returned her smile, knowing she meant it when she said that. 

"It's okay, I get it now. Your parents would have never supported you, and you needed them if you wanted to support me." 

Emma nodded and sat forward again with her elbows resting on her knees. She gazed at me for so long and I shifted awkwardly as she did, silently staring between her and James. He too, kept looking at me and every so often glancing back at Emma as if he were comparing our features. Emma tilted her head and hesitated before speaking again. 

"Look, I know you probably hate me for lying... but I,-"

"I don't hate you." I quickly reassured her and her mouth twitched into a smile. 

"...But, I want you to stay." My eyes widened as she finished her sentence, my mouth parting. "I want you to stay with us. James should get to know you," She placed her hand on his knee and lightly squeezed. "Logan made it clear to me that he wants to spend more time with you when I told him the truth, I know Char already loves you, Aiden and Livy do too. And me," She bit her lip and let a long breath out. "Well, I'd also like to get to know my daughter. So please, If you want to, please stay." 

I didn't answer her, just gaped at her in surprise. Sure I had wondered if they would ask me but a little part of me thought Emma would kick me out after she explained herself, telling me she wanted me out of their lives. But she didn't. She wanted me here, with them. 

I slowly turned to meet James eyes. "Is..is that what you want, too?"

He nodded slowly and drew Emma in, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Yes, I want you to stay too." 

They both sat there staring at me and I nearly jumped in shock when Char suddenly stepped out of the hallway, her hands fiddling with each other. James' and Emma's head snapped up in her direction and Emma quickly went to speak, afraid of what she might have heard but Char was only looking at me with a hopeful expression. 

"I want you to stay too Kay." She said quietly, and I knew right then as my little sister and both my parents watched me with pleading eyes, that my answer would be yes. 

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Yes, I listened to 'Home' non-stop while writing this chapter. That song is amazing.

Also, perfect music video was FIRE. Harry in that suit and on that leather couch, has me sweating. & yes when I wrote harry lying on the couch I was definitely thinking of that scene in the music video. (;

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