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!


25. Little White Lies

All the boys glared at Harry. "Wa-wait. What?" I stuttered. "You're related to one of us." Niall explained. I glared at them. "And you didn't think that I would want to know?" I was mad now. I guess they weren't expecting that reaction because Liam loosened his grip on me and I took the opportunity. I didn't want to talk to them anymore. I jump up from his lap and run upstairs. I run into my room and slam and lock the door. I turn off the light and get in bed. I slid under the comforter and bundle up in a big pile of blankets. I can hear them pounding on the door but I tune them out and fall into my own world. I can't believe it. I have dreamed and fantasized about this and it's true. And they are so stupid that they didn't tell me! Who am I related to? And more importantly, how? I mean, I can't have a brother, right? Mom and Dad would have told me if I had a brother... right? Unless they don't know! What if I am adopted? I quickly shake that idea from my head because there is no way I am adopted because first of all I am seventeen, they would have told me by now. And I look just like my aunt. We even have the same personality. I couldn't possibly not be related to them. They are my family. Maybe a cousin or something. They probably aren't uncles. They are only a couple of years older than me. 

It's crazy. All those times I watched the video diaries or music videos or anything about them, I wished one of them was my brother or related to them because I thought we could be like legit friends and it's true. I am related to one of them. I don't know which one. Probably not Zayn because he has black hair but other than that I have no idea. And how? I have no clue about that either. Now I have a headache from thinking about this so much. I didn't realize until just now but, I am crying. I'm not really sure why. I think shock. I don't know. I feel numb. I can't think straight and want to just close my eyes. So I do... 

I am woken up to the sound of someone yelling my name. "EMMA! EMMA, WHERE ARE YOU?" Liam shouts. I open my eyes and they are in my room. I must have fallen asleep. I am about to say something when I hear something that makes me want to listen for a minutes."Lads, I'm worried. Where could she be?" Liam. "Mate, calm down. She couldn't have gone anywhere. There are no windows and we were outside her door the whole time." Zayn comforts him. I don't get why he cares so much. It is quiet for a minute and then I hear, "HARRY! Check the bathroom!" It's Liam again and he sounds panicked. Why would I be in the bathroom? I hear the bathroom door open and close. "She isn't in there." It is quiet for another minute and then I hear someone say something so quiet I almost don't hear them, but I am shocked when I do, "There isn't any blood anywhere, right?" This one was Louis. Someone goes into the bathroom again and comes out. "No." Niall's answer is simple but effective. (I seriously crack myself up) I want to listen to more but Lou sits his big fat butt down right on top of me, the thing is that there are so many blankets on top of me that he doesn't notice me under him or in the bed at all. "What are we going to do, lads?" I move a bit and Lou looks around, really confused. "Why don't you start by getting off of me?" I say, my voice dripping with venom. He jumps up and everyone shouts, "Emma!", and runs to me and envelopes me in a giant group hug. We stand there for a minute or two before they realize that I am still mad and am not going to hug back. They awkwardly let go and drop their arms to their sides. "So... Are you hungry?" Niall asks. I sigh, "I guess." "Okay, well, we are going to, um. Go downstairs, and, um. Make something to eat." Niall, Harry, Zayn, and Louis file out of the room, I am about to follow suit when Liam grabs my arm. "Em, can we talk?"He asks. "Sure." He sits on the bed and motions for me to do the same. I sigh, but sit down. "I know this whole thing is weird and confusing but I want you to know that you can talk to me about anything." I look at him. "You don't get it do you?" He looks confused. "First of all, you kidnapped me, and you guys just expect me to forget about that. I haven't. And if you are really 'here for me' then you will tell me right now who I am related to and how." I finish, taking a deep breath. He looks hurt, what did I do now? I just keep looking at him and he keeps looking at me. Then he sighs and I smirk on the inside because I know I won. "Fine... I'll tell you." I lean forward. "Emma, you are related to me..." 



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