Going For A Jog

Emma West is just your average 17 year old girl. She loves One Direction. She is insecure about herself. She likes doing her hair and make up. She is out jogging one day when something completely unexpected happens!


27. Hey Ya (This IS a chapter)

"Wh-What?" I stuttered. I couldn't even function. Liam looked at me with concern, "Em, are you okay?" I didn't reply, I only stared at him. After a minute or two I spoke up, "How?" He sighed, "We are... We are cousins." HA! I knew it! But I am still in shock so I don't do anything. I just sit there, showing no emotion. He sighs again when he realizes that I am not going to reply and continues. "You mom and my dad are brother and sister. Twins actually. And we all lived in Orange County. Your family, my family, all of our uncles and aunts, and our grandparents. We were very close, all of us. But your family and my family was the closest. I remember a little bit of the day you were born. Even though I was only three, I loved you more than I had ever thought possible. Our whole families were close but you and I were the closest. We grew up together and did everything together. We had matching pajamas and shirts and we even had a matching necklace that said Best Friends. Neither one of us ever took it off and we were inseparable. We were best friends. But then when I was nine and you were six, my mom's parents were not going to last much longer so we had to move to London to spend more time with them. You and I cried for days when we found out. I tried to fit you into my carry-on the day that we were to leave but they caught us..." He look at me, probably to see how I was taking this, but my face was emotionless. Surely this was some kind of sick joke. I mean, we can't really be related, right? No way. "..So we moved and we would talk on the phone every day. But then one day I called and no one answered and you didn't call back. I was worried that I did something wrong. I moped around the house for a week, not getting out of bed and barely eating, before your mom called. I was standing next to my mom hanging on to her every word but then something your mom said made her almost drop the phone. Then, she walked out of the room, motioning for me not to follow her. I sat in the living room for twenty minutes before my mom came back in, not on the phone anymore. I was confused and I asked her what was going on. She sat me down on the couch and hugged me. I asked her again what was going on because she had started crying. 'Baby,' she told me, 'Emma was in an accident.' I immediately thought the worst and started to cry as well. 'It's not as bad as you think... she fell off the bleachers at one of her sister's softball games. She is going to be okay but she cracked her head open and can't remember some stuff.' she said can't remember some stuff carefully and I was only nine so I didn't understand. I told her that it was great that you were going to be okay. And that we could just call you when you got better. She looked at me with a sad look in her eye and said 'hun, what she doesn't remember is you.' I didn't believe her. I started crying, harder than before, because of course, my best friend could never forget me. She told me that she wasn't joking and that it would be okay. My heart was as broken as a nine year old's heart could be. I was devastated. I moped around, not eating, not doing anything for another month. But then I met a couple of people and I really like them so I did what I could, I moved on with my life. I was eleven before I stopped crying myself to sleep. It wasn't until I was thirteen that I could not cry when someone said the name Emma. I was fourteen before I could be friends with anyone named Emma. It took me a long time to move on, but I never forgot. I thought about you all the time, wondering if you were okay. Wondering if you were happy. Wondering if you ever ended up remembering me. Your mom always sent us school pictures and pictures and just stuff that you were going through and doing. Even after I was placed in One Direction, I didn't stop thinking about you. I loved you so much, Em." He looks at me again and stays quiet. Throughout his whole story I have done nothing, I haven't reacted at all. The only thing I did was touch the scar on my forehead, from falling off the bleachers at my sister's softball game. I couldn't think straight. I didn't really believe him until he brought in the bleacher thing. Only a few people knew about that... my family. All those times, when I asked my family if we were related to Liam Payne, totally joking, it was true. I was related to him and they never told me. Did they not think I would want to get in touch with him? Because we were best friends apparently, even if I don't remember. They let me be obsessed with a boyband, that had my cousin in it and I had no idea. They never fucking told me. It was quiet for a while because we were both lost. Deep in our thoughts. After a while I cleared my throat and spoke up, "How did you find me then?" He looked down at his hands as he answered. "Well, I was scrolling through Twitter last year and a tweet popped up about having family in the USA. It clicked on it and it was from a girl named Emma. Emma_W_37 (a/n: totally made up. lol sorry if that is yours. you have an awesome username if it is!) I clicked on your profile and I was shocked when the girl that was in the profile picture was the same girl that was in the pictures that my aunt had been sending us. It was the picture on the beach. You were in your softball uniform and your hair was down and wavy and you looked amazing. But anyways, I was shocked! I started laughing hysterically and that lads came in, wondering what was wrong with me. I told them the whole story. From when you were born to the present time. I was about to reply to you when they stopped me. They pointed out that if you didn't remember me, it would be weird and make me sound crazy. So they helped me do the next best thing..." His voice trailed off but I know where he was going with it. But I had totally forgotten about that tweet. I sent that while I was at my grandparents house and my cousins had been making fun of me for liking One Direction so I put in my headphones and went for a walk. While on the walk, I sent that tweet. My thoughts scattered and I was thinking about random things about--but wait! The next best thing? What the hell? "The next best thing?" I yelped. "The next best thing besides messaging me on Twitter was to kidnap me?" He looked down again, obviously ashamed. "I didn't think we would actually do it.." He mumbled. I shook my head. "We just planned it out, and I thought that would be the end of it. But then a couple of months ago, Harry called us all in for a meeting and said he thought it was time. At first I was confused and didn't understand but then it dawned on me. And.. I just wanted my best friend back so badly that all ability to think rationally was gone from my head. We watched you for two weeks before we... before we took you. We watched your mom take you to school. We watched you while you were outside, doing P.E., we watched you while you got picked up by your best friend's mom, we watched when you were at your house, we watched when you went to Madison's house, we watched go on your runs, we watched you all the time." I was getting slightly creeped out because this is making him sound like a psycho. "We finally decided we were going to do it and they thought it would be too hard for me to confront you so we had Harry do it. I wanted to kill him when he kissed you. And then you ran and Zayn grabbed you and we carried you back to the van and you looked at me, pleading me to let you go. I felt so bad. I couldn't take it any longer so I looked away. And then that night, when we were playing Truth or Dare, I thought you remembered because I had always been afraid of spoons since I was five and you never mad fun of me like everyone else and you made me eat that whole container of ice cream. I thought for sure you remembered but I couldn't see any recognition in your eyes and you didn't say anything. So I wasn't sure, but I guess you had no idea..." His voice trailed off again. This is crazy. They followed me everywhere, no wonder I always felt like there was someone's eyes on me, especially when I was on a run. I just called myself crazy and forgot about it. I am having trouble processing this. I really want to remember, I really do. But... I can't. My thoughts are interrupted by Liam, "What are you thinking about, Em?" I answer honestly, "How crazy this all is and sounds." I shrug. And he nods, "I know it sounds crazy but it's true." I shake my head, not sure if I am agreeing with him or just doing it because it felt right, but I do it anyways. He pulls me in for a hug. "I have missed you so much, Emma." We stay like that for a long time. We pull away when someone knocks at the door, "Li- we need to talk about what we are going to do about the situation." It's Harry. Liam laughs, "She already knows, Haz." Harry looks surprised, "Oh okay. I was not expecting for you to tell her yet but I was talking about what we are going to do about our little trouble maker." I gulp, they are talking about me. I knew running away was stupid. "Oh...Okay. Let's go downstairs and join the lads." Liam stands and lifts my chin up, "I'll be back soon, babe. Until then, sit tight." I nod and he kisses my forehead and then walks out the door with Harry. 

That's it. I am felt alone. Left alone with my thoughts. No one to keep me company but me, myself, and I...

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