Simon Cowell Adopts Me

Taylor was left at the orphanage as a baby and never expects to be adopted, but when Simon Cowell, - aka Uncle Simon - the producer of her favourite band One direction, comes to the orphanage, she doubts that she will get adopted. She was in for a big surprise.

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28. The Journey Isn't Over

The ring found its place on my finger and I felt a smidge better, but not enough to want to be social. Every time I saw Zayn, I felt ready to cry. And every time I saw Harry, I felt ready to kill him. 

It was not a good time for me, because I know that my dad didn't care, and that everyone else did, though I couldn't thank them for it, because I couldn't say anything to anyone without breaking down and crying. 

The media started rumours about Zayn and I, having not seen us in public since leaving the interview, and they were saying things like, whether or not we'd split, whether they'd left my dads place, and what not.

None of it helped, it made me sadder, and I cried even more. Didn't think it was possible, but it was. I never took the ring off. I couldn't. If I took it off, I felt like I would get worse faster, and that what me and Zayn once had, was really over, that it really had ended. 

A week after I got the ring, my dad came into my room, and sat down next to me on my bed. I hadn't seen him since I'd yelled at him. 

"I know we haven't exactly talked since our disagreement, but I wanted to come and apologize for the way I acted. Now, after seeing how sad you are, how sad the boys are, and how sad everyone is because of this, I needed to tell you that I'm sorry." I stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "That's why I helped Zayn pick out that ring." He gestured to the ring on my finger. "And that's why I'm retracting my previous rule about not letting you date my clients, and why I told Zayn that he had my blessing to date you." 

I blinked before throwing my arms around him, shocking him pretty badly. "Thank you, I love you, Dad." I told him, speaking for the first time in two weeks. 

"I love you too, sweetie." He told me. "Oh, and Zayn is in the living room right now if you want to go talk to him." He finished, leaving my room. 

I didn't even bother to fix my hair, or get changed, before running out of the room and to the living room, where Zayn had stood upon seeing me. Without stopping, I ran to him and kissed him, relief and happiness washing over me when he kissed back and put his arms around me. 

"Your dad-" 

"Just told me everything." I cut him off. 

He kissed me again and everything faded away as I realized that everything was starting to right itself, everything falling into place. 

But what I didn't know was that my journey wasn't over yet.

~The End~

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