It All Started With A Brownie

Actually, it starts with two.
Susie gets up one morning and makes a load of brownies. 250, in fact. She and her friends don't know what to do with them so they decide to sell them - outside their apartment. A guy comes along, hood up, blue eyes and soft blonde hair. He keeps his face hidden, but when Susie sees him properly, it's Niall Horan, her celebrity crush. Can Susie keep her secret hidden from her friends, or will the truth come out?


26. There's No Place Like Home


Liv's POV

It's been a week and a half since Liam apologised and the days are slipping by. I still can't believe that we're all going to Japan, and Liam has been so excited too. The boys have never been to Japan before so it's going to be a new experience for them.

It's been quite a hassle for me to get time off though. The girls are alright, because their universities allow them to go home for half term and holidays, but my company is different. I only go to university one day a week, so getting time off from that is fine, but I have to work four days a week for the company, which means that I have to convince my boss to let me have four straight days off from work.

So we came up with a deal. My company loved me going to different countries, because I was bilingual in English and Mandarin, and I could also speak quite a bit of Spanish and a tiny bit of French. They sent me all over the world to do work abroad for them, and so Japan seemed the perfect opportunity for them to give me work to do out there.

I reluctantly agreed. It would give me less time with my friends, but at least they were letting me go.

If you're wondering what I do, in a nutshell, I talk to people in different areas of the world, creating either apps or innovative designs that benefit people. For example, my company invented SMS, and I'm proud to say that we're making better and better things every day.

Since our fight, Liam has taught me many things. Apart from showing me how to sew (I never knew guys could sew so well!), he also taught me that family are always there for you, even when you don't think they are.

So, I've decided to go today to visit my parents for the first time in about a year.

And I'm terrified.

But Liam has coached me for this day for a while, telling me how to go about it, booking my train tickets and giving advice on what to say.

So I'm not as terrified as I would have been without him.

I've decided to go alone. It's going to be easier than visiting with a friend, as they would just distract me, but I've asked Liam to wait at the station when I get back to London, just in case something goes horribly wrong and I need some comfort.

It's not that I dislike my parents...

I love them dearly, but when I became pregnant-


This is a really tough subject for me, so I'm going to have to take it slow.

So, when I became...expectant, my parents didn't support me. They hated the fact that I'd become 'with child' so young, I mean, I was sixteen, barely the legal age to..Well, what I'm trying to say is that it was obvious I'd lost my virginity.

They were even more angry when I told them the father had run off, and demanded me to get an abortion.

So I did.

And it was awful.

After I came out of surgery, my parents and I tried to get our relationship back together.

I tried. I really did...and it sort of worked. For about two months I lived with my family, but then they started to slip away, and we weren't on the best of terms anyway, so I just left home at eighteen and got my own apartment.

I didn't try after that.

But now, after a year of thinking over what happened, I'm ready to face my parents again.

I just need to talk to them, see them, tell them how I really felt, and how it was as hard for me as it was for them, probably even harder.

They need to know that I still love them, that I wish I'd never made such a foolish mistake, and that I'm better now, more mature and have learnt from that...experience.

On the train to Henley, the nerves inside of me are overwhelming. I never realised how scared I would be of going to talk to my parents.

Right now, I wished I'd taken someone with me, especially Liam. He would have made me feel so much better, and oh God-


Wiping the sick away from my mouth with a tissue from the bathroom, I coughed and then burst into tears.

I was such a mess, and the train was already coming into Twyford station.

Walking shakily onto the platform, I dragged my bag with me and waited for the next train to arrive.

I spotted a seat in the waiting room and collapsed into it, all of a sudden feeling very hot and dizzy.

What was happening to me? All I was doing was going to visit my parents, so why was my body reacting like this?

The train going to Henley pulled into the station and I rushed on, hoping to get a seat as near to the toilet as possible so that if I was sick again, I would have somewhere to go.

Quite a few people were getting on the train and I looked around, noticing everything and everyone, but not really being able to hear or sense things clearly.

When we finally arrived in Henley, I hailed a taxi and got in, whispering my parents address, the place I had grown up in when I was younger.

I got out the taxi and just stood there, looking at the bungalow in front of me. The wood on the front of the house had been replaced by rendering and cream paint, and I could see that my parents had finally got round to converting the garage.

Walking slowly over to the white front door, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. My parents two cars were in the driveway so I knew they must be at home.

The two hazy glass panels at the side of the door showed me that a figure was about to open it. I lifted a shaky hand to brush my sticky hair out of my face, and the door opened, revealing my mother in jeans, uggs and a floaty top.

She took one look at me and her eyes widened.


I seriously thought she was going to slam the door in my face and tell me to leave right away, but to my surprise, my mother held out her arms and I fell into them, bursting into tears once again.

She stroked my hair softly and I sniffled.

"Oh, my poor girl. My poor, poor girl."


My eyes flickered open and I looked around the unfamiliar room, wondering where the hell I was.

The walls were a cream colour and the bed I was in was king sized, leaving me totally confused. I sat up a little and noticed my mother snoring softly in the corner of the room.


My mother sat bolt upright and ran a hand through her hair, her eyes lighting up when she saw me.


I sighed. Yes, my parents and my brother called me Olivia.

"Hey." I whispered.

She smiled and came over to the bed, making me lie back down again. "You've been very poorly darling, asleep for the whole day."

My eyes widened, patting my pockets and pulling my phone out. 57 new messages and 23 missed calls.

Oh dear.

"Mum, I'm just going to call my friend, tell him where I am."

She nodded and I dialled Liam's number, telling him that no, I wasn't dead and that I'd be coming back tomorrow.

After the call, I turned to my mother. "Where's Dad?"

"Playing badminton with James outside. I'll just go and get him."

I nodded. I had kept in touch with James, my now fifteen year old brother. He didn't know anything about the abortion, which I was grateful for, and I would have to catch up with him later.

Mum walked out of the room and I sighed, thinking about what I was going to say, still confused about the room I was in.

My parents walked back in and my father smiled at me. To be honest, I expected them to be getting angry at me for not staying in touch or for not seeing them for a whole year.

"Hi, Dad."

"Hello, Olivia."

They both sat on the end of the bed and I took a deep breath.

"I'm so, so sorry."

They nodded.

"Three years ago, I made a huge mistake, and I regret every minute of it. I was young then. I didn't realise how much that mistake could have cost me. It was stupid, and I just want you to know how sorry I am. Also, I want to apologise for not making it up with you. I miss you so much, and I want you to know that I still love you. Will you please forgive me?"

My mother was the first to speak up. "Olivia, darling, we forgave you a long, long time ago."

I stared at her. "What?"

"We thought that maybe letting you go at eighteen and not forcing you to come back to us would be the best thing. We wanted you to come back of your own accord, to figure out your life without us. When you became pregnant, we were horrified, but we should have supported you, cared for you, helped you through the abortion."

I nodded. "But I'm still really sorry."

"We know." Dad said.

"And I'm going to try and make it up to you."

"Okay." They both nodded, then grinned at me.

A tall guy with floppy hair and deep brown eyes walked through the door and waved at me. "Hi, Olivia!"

"James!" I quickly hopped out of bed, feeling much more perky, and gave him a big hug. "How are you?"

"Good thanks. Come and see the new conservatory."

"Orangery." My mum corrected, and I glanced back at her to check if it was okay. She nodded and James pulled me out to the hallway.

I suddenly recognised this as the new extension that my parents had had built last year, the one James had told me about on Skype. Three huge bedrooms lined the hallway and I really liked the new modern feel.

We walked through the house to the kitchen, which had been refurbished four years ago, when I was fifteen. The country style theme was my idea, and my mother had loved pretending we were in the middle of the countryside.

I gasped when I saw what had been added on to the kitchen. A huge conservatory type thing had been built and I loved it! I could see what my mother meant by orangery. There were brick walls, but a glass roof that let enormous amounts of light in.

The orangery contained a long white stone table with eight wicker chairs, perfect for my mother's dinner parties, and the wall connecting to the house had been knocked through, creating a door to the lounge.

It was amazing, and made the house feel so much more cosy. I squealed. "I love it!"

Turning to James, who was staring at me like I was a freak, I grinned and patted his head. "So, you got a new girlfriend yet?"

He blushed and I screamed. "Ahhhh! Who is it?"

"Uh, a girl called Hannah."

My eyes widened. "You mean the Hannah from your primary school?"

James nodded and I screamed again, causing him to jump and clutch his heart.


After a lovely dinner with my parents in the new orangery, catching up on our lives and what had been happening in the past year, I went to bed with a happy heart and woke up in the morning, eating a full English breakfast and saying goodbye to my family.

"So, you're gonna come more often to visit us, right?" My little brother asked and I smiled.

"Of course. See you soon!" I waved as I got in the taxi.

"Bye, Olivia!" They all chorused and I grinned happily.

There's no place like home.


Soo... Hope you liked the chapter :) Sorry it was basically a filler, but I thought it was time for Liv to face her parents, and you can't have drama all the time!!

I'm very very sorry but I can't update again till the 30th August, because I am going on holiday...

*Cowers under a duvet as you start throwing stones at me*

So...yeah I'm terribly sorry but...

Until next time,

Liv xxx

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