Hidden letters *complete*

Some things are not meant to be discovered. And the letters Adele found are one of these things.


6. Chapter Six

Darcy closed the door after her father walked out of the flat.

“I spent a nice evening!” she exclaimed, walking toward the kitchen. I followed her and nodded, “I agree with you; it was cool.” I tried to sound thrilled. Her father was very nice; I can’t deny it; but I can’t forget the look on his face when I introduced myself.

I helped Darcy to wash dishes before going to my room; I wished her goodnight though I didn’t want to sleep. I had something else to do.

I opened my bag and took my laptop out. I sat on my bed and switched it on, hoping it wouldn’t take too long to connect to internet. I needed to know who that man was. As a matter of fact, I was sure I already saw his face somewhere but I don’t know where.

I went on Google and taped his name, wondering whether I’d find anything. To my surprised, millions of websites were talking about him and there was even more pictures on which he seemed younger. I clicked on Wikipedia and all his biography opened. I quickly read it and then I knew why he was familiar to me.

He had been a member of my mum’s favourite band: One Direction. I remembered she had posters of this band when I was little but all of them disappeared, one by one. I have always wondered where they had gone because I found them cute when I was a child; I even asked my mother but all she answered me was that she was too old to keep them. But she had seemed sad when she had told this to me, now that I think about it. And even though she might have thrown those posters saying she was too old; why is she still listening to their songs? There is something wrong; everything seems to be wrong since I found these letters.

I sighed; I shouldn’t have gone into the garage; I should never have found them.

I looked more closely at Harry Styles’ biography. He was as old as my parents, still was a singer even though his band was over, and had one daughter - I knew that -, and... Hang on.

I rubbed my eyes; I was too exhausted it couldn’t be other way. It just couldn't be true.

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