Take Me Home

What would you do if you found out that your were adopted? And then later on finding out that you were the twin sister of a member of the biggest boy band in the world, One Direction. This happened to Autumn Jenkins. After living under the order of the strictest parents you'll ever meet for 18 years, she finally begins to understand who she is. Will she ever get to meet her parents and other brothers? She long hopes to meet them one day and maybe finding that one special guy along the way.


12. Hate

I slowly walked through my front door. My mother wasn't home. I don't know where she went. And I just realized I haven't seen my father since the other night. So now I was home alone. I guess you could think that's a good thing. I don't want anybody to see me crying.

I hurried up the stairs and ran into my bedroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. Ew, I looked disgusting. I think I should probably take a shower now. I went into the bathroom and started up some hot water. While my shower was warming up, I got undressed and wiped off the running make up down face. I don't ever recall putting make up on this morning so this must have been left over from last night. I stepped into the shower and immediately felt relaxed. I loved having the steaming hot water hit my back. It felt like a massage to me. Not once did Zayn or the hate at school cross my mind. It was like I was in a trans.

I stepped out of the shower, immediately regretting it cause I about froze. I wrapped up into a towel and walked into my room. Yes I have a connecting bathroom. It's pretty great. I put on a pair of pink sweatpants that have sparkles down the side and a pink plain tank top. I brushed out the tangles in my hair and threw it in a braid down my back. I was starving so I hurried down to the kitchen. My mom was in there. Great.

"Hi mom." I cheerfully greeted her even though it was fake.

"Hi honey."

"Where's dad?"

"Not here."

She wasn't showing much expression at all. She just slowly sipped on her coffee. Weird. I made some Chicken Alfredo while I ignored my mom who was searching things on her phone.

"Whatcha looking at?" I kinda sang to her.

"Fancy restaurants in London" She replied and then smiled when she clicked on a link. 

"Why..?" I asked kinda worried.

She put her phone away and looked at me. "Cause we are going out tonight. To talk." And she hurried off out of the kitchen. "Where something fancy!" She called out to me. I sighed and ate my Alfredo in peace. After I was done I through the bowl and fork into the sink and ran up stairs. I looked through the closet to find something to wear. "No. No. No. Wait. Yes!" I was talking to myself while picking outfits. I setting on a strapless light bright blue dress that brought out my eyes. It had a black sequined belt around the waist and it went about mid thigh on me.  I laid it out on my bed and went to work on my hair and make up. Since my hair was in a braid, I decided to just take it out and let the curls from it go. I hair sprayed it and left it alone. I put on some blue eyes shadow with black eyeliner and mascara. I didn't need any foundation and I put on a light coat of blush on my cheek bones. I put the dress on and matched it with some sparkly blue heels. When I was pleased with my appearance I ran downstairs. Well not really ran but you get my point.


We arrived to a fancy Italian restaurant in London. My mouth dropped in aw. It was pretty fancy. We requested a table for two. We sat in the back corner. The waitress handed us our menus and walked off.

"Why'd you bring me here?" I asked.

"Just to talk." She replied reading the menu.

"Yeah, but about what?" I asked kinda annoyed that she won't answer me.

She put down her menu and looked at me. She sighed. "I don't think you should be seeing this Zayn guy." She stated. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and grunted. "Why?" I snapped at her.

"Well today I got a letter in the mail and it was addressed to you. So I opened it. And there was a bunch of things on there like saying that you were ugly and a slut and all these horrible things. They said that you don't deserve this Zayn guy. So I think you should stop seeing him." She stated with her eyes filling up with tears. I was shocked. I felt my eyes tear up. I looked down hoping she wouldn't notice.

"It doesn't matter anyway. He's away." I mumbled out. "Are you okay?" She asked me.

"Uh yeah, I just need to use the bathroom." I got up and looked for a bathroom. I found it and hurried in. I took a paper towel and carefully wiped my eyes not wanting to mess with my makeup. A girl about my age came out of a stall and started washing her hands. She looked at me and her mouth dropped into a perfect "o".

"May I help you?" I asked her. Her expression grew angry and she threw water on me. "HEY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" I shouted at her.

"You're Zayn's girlfriend! I can't believe he would choose you of all people. You're worthless and stupid. You're not even pretty." She spat. She dried off her hands and sent me a look before leaving. I stood there speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt tears start rolling down my cheeks. I hurried and wiped them away. I stood there for a few more minutes before walking out.

I walked out and completely forgot where we were sitting. I sighed and started looking around. I was distracted by a group of loud boys laughing like crazy. Ugh, they are ruining everyone's meals, I thought to myself before turning to look who was causing the noise. When I turned I seen 5 boys. The same five boys that I have left the previous night. I stood in shock. They were all laughing and talking. Zayn looked a bit sad but was still laughing a long with the others. That's when Harry caught my eye. He smiled and waved at me. Everyone else turned looked at me with smiles on their faces. I started to panic and I didn't know why. Zayn stood up and started making his way towards me. I panicked and ran out of the restaurant. My mother saw me and called my name. I ran out in front of the building and searched for the car we came in but I was to late. Someone grabbed my arm. I turned around with tears in my eyes. It was Zayn.

"What's wrong? Why'd you run?" He asked me.

"I-I can't see you anymore." I stuttered. His eyes grew darker with sadness. He let go of my arm and looked at the ground. I heard him sigh.

"Why?" He finally asked me.

I broke down. He jumped a bit and then hugged me. He was trying to calm me down but nothing would work. "Because..everybody hates..me" I said in between breaths still sobbing into his chest.

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