Never Loved

Demi Lovato and Niall Horan had a baby, but Demi gave her for adoption without Niall knowing. Its years in the future and the baby is not a baby anymore. She auditions for the X-Factor, and gets in. When Demi turns out to be her mentor, but they don't get along, they hate each other. Will this orphan get her happy family?

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21. Chapter 17.

-Katelyn's P.O.V.-

1758.

Nope.

1759.

Nope.

1760.

Ah hah!

Why was I so nervous? There was nothing to be worried about. Or, maybe there is. Will they treat me any different? Will they still welcome me. Yes, they will. We talked just a few hours ago before I came here. They didn't sound any different.

I did my usual routine before I got on a cab with my things and drove here. I'm sure there was nothing missing, unless...

Nope.

I do have clothes on.

I was worried for nothing. I slowly turned the all to familiar nob on the door. My sweaty hands making me more nervous. How is it, that I get more nervous when I'm back home, than when I'm about to sing to a thousand or more people on television?

Not even five soconds after I opened the door, I was trampled over in a huge hug. Tears began brimming in my eyes, while everyone was welcoming me.

"We missed you!"

"Welcome back!"

"You're here!"

"I can't believe you're here!"

"Let her breathe!" 
Came a voice from afar, sounding amused.

We all backed away from the hug--well  them. I couldn't really move. The others still there, but I saw her. A huge smile on her face. Tears ready to fall.

I reached out for her, as we engulfed each other in a hug--bigger than the one with the others. I think it's possible we were suffocating eachother, by how tight our arms were tangled. I felt the hot tears sting in my eyes, as well as hers falling freely on my shoulder. I think she was trying to speak, but I really couldn't make it out by all the crying that was going on between us.

"Liz." I croaked out. "I can't understand a word you're saying." Laughing, we pulled away. Her eyes were stained red, and glossy from the tears that were let out--and still falling. She took a deep breath, pulling herself together.

"Sorry I- sorry. I just can't believe you're here."

"So, you want me to leave?" I joked.

"No!" She yelled too quickly. I laughed. Most people had left in the middle of our breakdown, to give us some space. The ones who did stay were the little kids, watching us amused.


I walked into my old room. It wasn't changed at all. When Liz said "Do you want to go upstairs? Put your things away?" I had gotten as nervous as when I had arrived, afraid it might have been different. You know, like that feeling you get when you return or see someone that you haven't been or seen in such a long time, making it all of a sudden drifferent?

Or when you move, then come back and you feel everything has changed? Well, that's how I felt. I had grown up here most of my life. Even if, I was born in Florida, things there always felt like something was missing. Here, here I felt better. Sandra's here. Liz is still with me. It always had felt more like 'home' than in Folrida.

Or maybe, it's because it was too sunny there.

I touched the all too familiar walls, covered in a light pink shading wallpaper. I smiled lightly at the memory when Liz and I had finally convinced Sandy to let us put it up. It had taken a lot of work, she only agreed to get us off her back, I think. On the other side of the room--which was my side- still had my things pinned up on the wall.

I ran over to them excitedly. I hadn't taken anything like this over, because I knew we would be moving a lot. I had only brought that picture of my as a baby, and a picture of Liz, Sandy, and I. Here all of my silly drawing were, hung up on the right side of the end of my bed. I touched a specific drawing I had drawn when I was about six years old.

Me, my dad, and my mom, is what I saw back then. Now, all I see is me, with a pair of strangers. Sighing, I left it there not to be pampered with.

I don't know why I thought everything would be different. It wasn't. It isn't.



I was finally home

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