What If?

This is a story about Sophie. She had a brother but she got adopted. Will her brother be living next door or is it just a big mistake. Read to find out, hope you like it xx

P.S. This is Summer Paradise I just changed the title


2. The man at the door

I opened the door looking right into a pair of beautiful blue eyes. I had only just met him but this man was perfect! His blond hair spiked up to the side. He had a black and white striped scarf around his neck and he was wearing a pair of white chinos, a purple hoodie and green shoes. He was a first class lad. He looked a lot like Niall Horan but surely it couldn’t be him, he would live here. It is such a public place! I pushed this thought aside when he pulled me out of my daydream.

“Hey” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hello” I replied curious of what he was going to say.

“Um... would you mind turning down your music b-because I’m trying to play my guitar” He mumbled, blushing.

“Sure, I’m sorry I disturbed you” I muttered, looking at the ground

He turned to start walking back to his house but then he turned back around and walked back.

“What’s your name?” He questioned

“Sophie” I said whilst twirling my hair around my finger

His eyes lit up and he said “Were you adopted when you were five”

My mouth formed the perfect shape of an ‘O’.

“How do you know that” I questioned

“Did you have a brother named Niall” he asked

“I think so. I can’t really remember. I was so little” I said.

Tears started to form in his eyes. Before either of us could say anything else he whizzed of into his house. I shut my door and slid down the door, onto the floor.

Suddenly I had a flashback of the day I got taken away. My brother up in the window waving with tears in his eyes as I got driven away. I can’t remember his name. Why have I let all of this slip away from my grasp? Wait a minute! He wrote me a note with his details on before I left. I doubt he has the same number but I don’t know if I will be able to find it. With that I walked upstairs.

I had another flashback of him giving me the locket with a picture of me and him in. What if my next door neighbor was my long lost brother. How would he know about me being adopted and my brother. I need to find out this mans name. I need to.

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