Heartbreak secrets

Haley Rosabella Ashley-Payne, or as she likes to be called, Rose, is not your ordinary 15yr old girl. People outside of her and guardian's London apartment think she is the secret daughter or even niece of some famous band member called Liam Payne, just because her and Liam's last name is Payne, doesn't mean they are related in anyway... Right?
When you meet Haley, she'll be the quiet, mysterious quiet girl inside and out. She doesn't want anyone interfering in her dark life anymore. She has a choice to make, but what if 5 people entered into her life and changed the view of her future... Would one of them break the dark life she is in... or make it even worse? Would dark secrets, be revealed or kept locked inside?


6. Chpater 5

~~‘Well then, nice to meet you. I prefer Rose then Haley and I’m sorry for being rude. Please come in and don’t wreck anything.’ I turned around and walked quickly to the kitchen, I don’t know what to do now. One Direction… Ella, my guardian/who is basically like a mum to me, told me about my mum’s past. My mum was like a huge fan of theirs, and used to sing her favorite songs from their albums when I was still in her stomach. Some of her favorite songs were, ‘Half a Heart’, ‘Moments’ and ‘They don’t know about us’, and now those songs are my favorites to.
A tear slowly slides down my cheek, I wiped it away and breathed.
‘Do you want any drinks or snacks? We have tea, coffee, apple juice, biscuits, anything. Well not anything, but yeah.’ My cheeks hurt in embarrassment as the boys chuckled at me.
‘No thanks. We just at Nando’s, but that’s very thoughtful of you.’ Niall said, staring at me with his blue eyes. I giggled like a little child, and my cheeks are slowly becoming painful from the embarrassment that I am doing to myself. I haven’t had a father or hanged out with boys or something in like a long time, maybe this is why I haven’t felt so much pain that embarrassment can give you.
Niall and the guys chuckled at me, probably because I giggled like a little girl.
‘Well, um… So what do you want to talk about that needs to be private, and that nobody else should know, beside us?’ I asked, putting on a curious face.
‘Ok, so your guardian/mum figure, Ella, called us. Well technically I did, but she told me the story about your parents. I was really curious and all, so I had to investigate. And meeting you in person, it seems you’re not my so called daughter, or what I call a niece.’ Liam explained to me, while the boys stared at him in disbelief but recovered quickly. The feeling or connection that I had with Liam, suddenly disappears. My body tenses and I started to tremble.
This just ruined some of the hope that I had, that one of my relatives was alive or able to identify me. He crushed and shattered all the hope that I had in pieces. I smiled at them, with too much effort and said, ‘Well then it was nice meeting and talking to you, but unfortunately I have to um, clean up the apartment. My mum would be proud of if I did something productive in here.’ I walked over to the front door and opened it, expecting them to actually get the message. But I turned around, and they were having a private huddled conversation in the kitchen.
Argh! Talk about respect! I slammed the front door angrily and ran to my room, which was in the hallway, past the kitchen. I slammed my door (again) with too much force, that a picture frame falls on the floor from my top bookshelf. I carefully picked up the broken pieces of glass and threw them in my bin that was next to my bed. Then I picked up the broken picture frame to examine what it was.
There was woman on a bed, cradling and looking at a baby in her arms. She had long wavy black hair, had blue-green eyes and had dimples. And even though she looked like a wreck and wearing a hospital gown, I could tell she was very beautiful. There was another pair of arms, which surrounded the woman and the baby, but the face was covered in black ink. This is probably one of Ella’s friends’ photos and one of her youngest children scribbled on it, when I was at school camp. But then, why would she put one of her friend’s photos in my room? I flipped the picture to the back to see if there was any information about this photo. There was some handwriting that I could slightly read what it says. And the time it was written was the day that my parents gave me to Ella.

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