"Do you want to talk about it?" Jack asked quietly after a few minutes of silence. I finally stopped crying about five minutes ago. I release my arms from around him and crossed my legs in front of him. I nodded silently and took a deep breath.
"Like you clearly already know, I'm adopted," I started. Jack nodded motioning for me to continue. "I yelled at them, demanding to know where I.." I paused and looked carefully at him as I said to next word. "Belong." I saw hurt flash through his green eyes and I felt guilt form in the pit of my stomach. I frowned as I continued on.
"I've never given it much thought. I never thought twice about how I don't resemble any of my family at all. How my eyes are a bright blue, when you guys have green eyes. How I'm apparently Irish even though I've been living in England my whole life. Well, at least I thought." I smiled humorlessly.
"I just want to know who my real family is. Where I biologically belong, you know?" He just nodded, not saying anything.
"Is it wrong that I'm feeling betrayed?" I asked out of nowhere. Jack furrowed his eyebrows.
"Is it weird that I suddenly feel left out? Like I'm the odd one out?"
"No. I completely understand," Jack finally answered. "I would feel the same if it was me in your situation. I'll have to admit that had seen in coming at some point."
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Even though you're like more than a year older than Finn and I and that you were here first, I've noticed how we don't look alike. And I'm honestly not the only one that thinks that. I've talked with Finn about it. My girl friends has told me you remind them of some famous person. I've always thought they were crazy, but somehow I haven't been able to shake the feeling that I'm right. I-" Jack rambled on. I interrupted him.
"Wait- what did you say?" He furrows his eyebrows at me.
"That I haven't been able to shake the feeling that-?"
"No before that!" I interrupted him again.
"That my girl friends think you look like a famous person?"
"Yeah that! Which person?" I asked curious as hell. He looked at me in confusion, when then he clearly remembered something.
"Uh.. Some guy from that boyband you listen to all the time," he told me. I stopped.
"Yes! Them!" Now it was my turn to furrow my eyebrows at him. I found my laptop under my bed and opened it. I went on safari and searched 'One Direction' in the search bar. Lots of articles appeared on the screen and I clicked on 'photos'. Millions of photos appeared in front of me.
"Is that them?" Jack asked watching over my shoulder. I nodded.
"Yeah. It's them," I answered scrolling through the photos until I finally stopped at one of them. It's a picture similar to the poster I have on my wall.
"Why would she think I look like one of them? Like, I can't see it," I commented and looked back at Jack. He looked from me to the photo and then at me again. He continued this a few times before his eyes rested on the photo.
"I can," he said and looked at me. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the photo myself. My eyes scanned over Niall, Harry, Liam, Louis and Zayn.
"Where?" I asked.
"There," he answered and pointed to one of my favorites in the band. I look at the boy and study his features in a whole new way than I normally do.
• Brown roots.
• Bright blue eyes.
• White braces, equals crooked teeth.
• The toothy grin.
And if I know him good enough:
• His contagious and obnoxious laughter.
Everything similar to something I have.