Are You my Father?

"I'm your... daughter"
My mom died when I was 10, I was put into foster care. I finally found my dad, but what happens if he doesn't want me?


19. Chapter 19



   I was almost pacing the living room. Zayn was on the couch staring off into space, he wouldn't respond to any of us. The other boys and their wives were in the game room. All the kids had gone to the park down the street, Rose hasn't left her room since last night. She ran up there after a while of seeing everyone break down at the news. No one was happy today...even me! I was so nervous! I didn't know if they would all be mad at us for keeping this a secret. I shook my head and almost right after the doorbell went off.

   I nudged Zayn and called, "Got it," He looked at me like he was looking right through me. I nudged him again and pulled him to his feet. "I know you miss Emily, but you need to get the door," I said quietly to him. He nodded and gulped as I shoved him towards the door. He looked awful, but I knew she wouldn't care. He hasn't showered since yesterday, his hair was messy, he wore sweat pants and a white t-shirt that the boys had forced him into after he refused to move from the couch, and he had dark circles under his eyes from a sleepless night. I kept the living room door open so I could see. He went up to the door and slowly opened it. A weird look came over his face when he saw who was standing there. I held my breath when he didn't say anything. His eyes looked hopeful, but then he shook his head and they went back to his dark-eyed depression.

   "Rosalie, Go up to your room. You're not funny," I had to hold back a laugh and so did she. She just nodded and walked in the house. She nodded towards me. Zayn walked past her and sat back on the same spot he'd been all night. She smirked and I walked over to give her a hug.

   "Nice to see you..." I said.

   "Nice to be back, " She laughed a little. Zayn's head perked up, but then fell back down. "Will you show me to 'my' room" Her voice dropped into a whisper, so Zayn wouldn't hear. She knew that if he heard her he would know who she really was. I pointed her up the stairs.

   "Room with the big 'R' on it," She nodded and signed 'thank you'. We both learned ASL in High School. She walked up and started to open the door quietly. I walked back into the living room smirking.


   I'd been awake for a while. I had taken a shower and pulled on the black sweats with grey cheetah print and the black tank top again. They were my go-go comfort clothes. My wet, curly hair was hanging down in my face as I leaned forward over my computer. I was still working on that Power Point, and I couldn't find anything I needed! I was irritated and I slammed the commuter shut. A voice snapped my attention to the door.

   "Someone's irritated," Her voice sounded familiar as I scanned her up and down...It couldn't be. She wore a dark grey, long sleeve shirt with skinny, silver brand jeans. Her long, curly, dark brown hair was down and it curled softly. She had sunglasses that rested on her head and pulled back some of her hair to reveal her face. Salmon colored Toms were on her feet. She wore little make-up, it made her face look natural, but also made her hazel eyes pop.

   "Rose..." Her American accent rang out and touched my ears. I stood up in disbelief and walked over to her. Her eyes teared up and so did mine. I thought she died all those years ago...but she's standing right in front of me.

   "....Mom..." I whispered. She nodded her head.

   "I'm sorry Rose I..." She didn't get to finish her sentence cause I screamed 'Mom!' and tackled her in a hug. I missed her so much.


   I heard Rosalie scream 'Mom!' not long after I left and I smiled from ear to ear. Everyone in the game room went silent and Zayn took his head out of his hands. He looked up at the stairs. Suddenly he realized what happened and he quickly ran up the stairs.


   "E-E-Emily..." He trailed off. Rose was smiling so big and Emily turned to look at me. She nodded. She looked more beautiful than I remember. A piece of her hair was falling in her face from behind her glasses, and the rest flowed down her back. She outfit fit her perfectly, hugging every curve that I loved. She smiled as big as Rosalie. Her smile was still white and perfect. She looks just like she did when we were together. She still looks like her 18 year old self.

   "You should've taken a closer look Malik," A spark of mischief entered her eyes. It had always turned me on when she called me by my last name, and she knew that. Her voice sent shivers down my spine.

   Rosalie ran out of the room and started screaming, "My mom's back! She's here! She's alive!" I heard footsteps from the other boys as they wandered into the living room. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran up to her and engulfed her into a hug. After 15 years I still haven't gotten over her. I pulled away from the hug and kissed her. It seemed to surprise her so I pulled back.

   "Erm... Sorry..." I let her go. She didn't move any farther back. Her eyes shone with happiness as she shook her head.

   "No...don't be sorry...I missed that," With that she leaned forward on her tippy-toes and kissed me. She placed a hand on my chest and the other went behind my head and locked in my messy hair. I smiled into the kiss and I could feel her doing the same. My hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her as closet o me as possible. After a while I pulled back and grabbed her hand. "You don't know how much I missed you," Her voice was barley audible. I leaned in closer and forced her to look my in the eyes by pushing her chin up with one hand.

   "Same here," I whispered before kissing her again.



   Kirsten grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front of the room.

   "Let me introduce all of you to Sarah!" She said. Everyone went silent. We both looked at each other and laughed. Finally the others joined us.

   "Well now I see why 'Sarah' was so worried bout Rose in the hospital," Louis stated. We all laughed.

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