Harry's POV
I took her upstairs to the room, the room that I haven't been to in years. I took a deep breath before opening the door and letting her walk in first.
"Wow Harry, what is all of this?" She asked while picking up one of the old records.
"Well it's a mixture of stuff, my dads old records, my moms photo collection, and other stuff." I said walking in and stuffing my hands in my pocket she was amazed at all the stuff but I was tense at the information I was about to tell her.
I followed behind her with cation as she roamed the room taking in every detail she had until she stumbled across the pictures on the wall near the record player and that's when I took a step back
"Who are these people" she asked her eyes still glued to the pictures.
"Those are my parents," I watched her as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she studied the pictures more and I knew that she was catching on.
"But she has blonde hair and brown eyes, and his hair is jet black and he has blue eyes, they don't really look like you." She said turning toward me. I walked up to her and looked at the pictures.
I placed my finger on a picture of them that she was looking at.
"They're my parents, but there not my real ones." I can feel her eyes pouring out to me but I kept my eyes on the pictures, I moved my finger over to another frame that showed an image of a couple both with light brown hair except one had green eyes the other a dark brown.
"These are my real parents, they died in a car accident when I was four."
I could feel a pain start to develop in my chest, an unbearable weight and I felt Mabel grab my hand and she motioned for me to come and sit on the couch. My hair had fallen into my face but I left it there, I needed to get this off, of my chest.
"I went into foster care until I was about 14, and then Adam and Samantha adopted me. The foster homes weren't bad but they weren't the best either."
I kept my eyes averted to the floor.
"Adam and Sam took good care of me, until I went to the X-factor and that's how we made the group I've been on my own ever sense, I really haven't talked to them in over a year, we got into an argument but it was over something so stupid. All of these records and stuff was my dads, my real dads he was a famous singer, on his way to Las Vegas for a performance when the crash happened it was a surprise for my mom because her birthday was coming up."
I blinked away te familiar memories that were flooding my head, the dreams that I had dreamt, the urge to cry.
"I know that I was four and don't really remember much about my parents but it still hurts, don't get me wrong Adam and Sam gave me more then what I needed but I still feel empty as if something's missing, I always wonder what would my life would have been like if my parents wouldn't have died, where would I be, what would I be doing?"
Mabel had scooted closer and wrapped her arms around my torso, I relaxed at her touch and let her snuggle into me I leaned back against the small couch taking a deep shallow breath, Mabel hadn't said anything while I spoke which I was thankful for.
"Thanks Mabel" I said sitting up
"For what?" Her voice croaked from not talking
"For listening to me, and for caring"
She nodded and smiled at me joining my side as we left the room I closed it back and instantly felt the weight lift off, of my chest. She had told me a little bit about her past so I thought I'd share mine, which wasn't easy for me I usually keep these things to myself but I knew that she would understand and not judge.
"Are you hungry?" She asked
"Well your my guest shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"Oh come on Harry you made me a pie I have so make you something"
"Alright,surprise me" I said and with that she took off ahead of me flying down the steps toward the kitchen I assume, she's so weird.
"Go to the living room I don't want you peeking!" I heard her yell as I reached the last step. I decided not to be stubborn and did as she said and walked into the living and plumped onto the couch, I could here her pulling out pots and pans which just only made me more curios at to what she was preparing.A/N
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