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?


28. Chapter 24.

a/n: this will be in 3rd person,okay? 

Katelyn stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes narrowing at her reflection; contemplating is she looked okay—or at the very least, presentable. Niall would be there to pick her up and go ‘bond’ with one another; she wanted to look decent.  She didn’t know what they were going to do so she didn’t know what to expect.

Her hotel room phone ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. She picked it out without hesitance; and all her confidence left when Niall said to come downstairs where he was waiting for her. She sighed looking back once more in the mirror, deciding she looked presentable enough. She wore a dress—a yellow dress—her sundress she had always liked—her only dress. She had done her hair in a side fishtail braid and a pair of ballet flats. Nothing too fancy, but casual for this type of thing, right?

She felt nervous jitters in the pit of her stomach. She was nervous, but not those kinds of nerves she would normally get. It was the kind of nerves like—thinking she wasn’t ready enough; that he couldn’t fathom the idea he was actually related to her—help make her—as oddly gross as that sounded. She was scared that he would leave. . .

Yeah, she felt silly just thinking about this. I mean, he wouldn’t have hired someone to find her if he didn’t want her, right? Or maybe that was before he knew it was her?

She groaned, mentally face palming herself. God, Katelyn, she thought. Stop thinking like that! Shaking the thoughts out of her mind, she began to head out.


“Oh, come on! There must have been something really embarrassing happen to you!” says Niall, grinning at his daughter. Katelyn shook her head, looking down blushing.

While both parties thought it would be hard and it would be awkward bonding with each other. Well, it turned out it wasn’t like that, really. At first it was. Katelyn being jittery almost tripped down the stairs while going to meet Niall. Niall was in the lobby, seeing the whole thing.

And of course, Katelyn had her share of embarrassing moments. I mean, who hasn’t?  She had actually really wanted to tell him that one day she and Liz went out to eat lunch to a new restaurant downtown. She had gotten up to use the restroom and when she came out she had gone up to
Liz and whispered, “I’m going to rape you,” in a really creepy voice. Now, it wasn’t weird because the two them had always been like that with each other.

But then she saw a boy not too older than her staring at her wide eyed. In the corner of her eye, she also saw Liz on the other end, a few tables down eating her food. Katelyn’s eyes had gone wide, running back into the bathroom.

She had never been more embarrassed in her life. She didn’t know how long she was in there but then Liz came in looking for her. When Katelyn told her friend what had happened, the next thing she knew Liz was in a fit of laughter, cackling on the floor with tears in her eyes.

No way was she going to tell Niall that. He had laughed way too hard when she almost fell face flat on her face earlier, and that was probably way too much for him to handle.

“You know,” Niall says, looking at Katelyn. “I’m really glad we did this.” Katelyn looked into his eyes and saw that he meant it. His eyes were sparkling in happiness and she was sure hers were, too.

Katelyn grinned saying, “I am, too,” making Niall grin brightly.


Katelyn’s palms were sweaty; her heart was pounding loud in her chest; she could hear it loud and clear as if it was right beside her ear instead of in her chest, where it belonged.  She felt herself starting off. The words came right out, though she could not hear herself.

She had never felt nervous; yeah, there were the occasional jitters. But nothing compared to what she felt now. She was nervous to the point where she thought her head would explode at any second. Why was she suddenly so nervous about everything she had been doing lately? It was pulling her off track. She needed to keep focus; she had to. In everything she did.

“Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm. Won't you quit your crying? I can't sleep. One minute I'm a little sweetheart. And next minute you are an absolute creep.

“We've got obsessions. I want to wipe out all the sad ideas that come to me when I am holding you. We've got obsessions. All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you,” she sung.

“Pressure overwhelming; next minute I am turning out of the door facing one week without food. A day, a day when things, things are pretty bad. But don't let it make you feel sad. The crackers were probably bad luck anyway. Can't let your cold heart be free. When you act like you've got an OCD.” Hitting the high note, she was aware of what was happening.

She felt good; happy. She could feel herself grinning like a Cheshire cat. She was doing what she had always dreamed of. Even if her mind was out of it at the beginning, she couldn’t have been off, right? She felt good about the song she had chosen this week.

“We've got obsessions. I wanna erase every nasty thought that bugs me every day of every week. We've got obsessions. You never told me what it was that made you strong. And what it was that made you weak.”

Katelyn looked out into the crowd; they were loud. A good loud; shouting her name. In that instant, she knew she had never thought about it—she had fans. No, she had never once thought about that. And she felt stupid! Of course, who had been voting in order to keep me here for this long? She thought.

“We've got obsessions. (We've made you weak, made you weak). We've got obsessions. (Made you weak, made you weak, made you weak, made you),” Katelyn sang, moving around the stage. She had practically forced herself to get into that practice room and rehearse. She didn’t even bother with anything else other than rehearsing for this week’s show. And yes, by the end, she was more than exhausted. But being up here, on stage, it made her feel alive again.

She couldn’t help but the thought of it practically being in her blood, taking in mind who her parents were. She had the blood of two of the most successful singers of their generation.

“Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette; last night's love affair is looking vulnerable again,” she finished off, her eyes falling on mother who was smiling proudly at her daughter, despite her not knowing who Katelyn really was to her—or could be.


Katelyn stood there in shock. Her picture next to a number; number 2. She had done it; she made it to the finals. Her performance the day before had gotten her to the finals and she couldn’t be more ecstatic.

With one swift motion, not even thinking, she engulfed her mother into a tight hug catching Demi off guard, but hugged right back just as tight; a grin forming her lips.

Katelyn suddenly aware; froze. “Sorry,” she whispers. Demi only shakes her head as if saying it was okay. And they stood there; hugging one another.

a/n: so? Idk i really liked writing this. Sorry if it's short, i wanted to update this weekend. Oh! give me ideas on what katelyn should sing for her final performance? (:

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