Why didnt you tell me?

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Chapter 8

Danielle's pov
My breathing started to get heavy. Tears started filling up in my eyes, I actually don't know why. My mam came up behind me and out her hand on my shoulder. I instantly jump of the bench and face her. How did this happen? I said while pointing at the boy. I can explain my mam said while crying. Fine, explain then I said while crossing my arms.

Elaine's pov
When you were born me and your father we happy all we kept thinking about was the future and our amazing daughter. I was so tired, I put my head down on the pillow and the doctor said you have no time to rest the next one is coming. Me and David just wanted one. I had your brother and you could see the disappointment in your fathers face. A couple of days later I got home from the hospital and me and your father were talking about if we should put max up for adoption and we did. We both decided that we will tell you when one of us dies. That's the last thing she said.

Danielle's pov
Where do you live? I looked at max. Yorkshire with my step mom,step dad and my little sister. He replied. I didn't say anything I just started crying. Max got up and walked closer to me he opened his arms and I walked straight into them. My mam went back to the hotel. Is everything ok? I heard someone say I looked up and saw James. Everything's fine I said. Who is this James said while pointing at max. This is max, my brother. This was the secret my mam and dad kept from me for 17 years. And you are? Max said while holding is hand out to James. James I'm James, and how do you know Danielle? At this moment I was praying that James would said I'm her boyfriend. We work in the same studio. At this moment I was broken. Max said while holding is hand out to James. James I'm James, and how do you know Danielle? At this moment I was praying that James would said I'm her boyfriend. We work in the same studio. At this moment I was broken.

Danielle's pov
Well we should be getting back to the hotel I said after breaking the silence. We all walked back to the hotel in silence. When we reached the hotel. I walked straight into the door. I was greeted by my granny and had a short sweet talk. My dad loved singing that's all he wanted to do for the rest of his life. I hated singing, I would only sing for my dad at special occasions, such as today my mam begged me to sing. I couldn't sing without my guitar. After having little short chats with family and friends. I went up onto the small stage with my guitar strap on my shoulder. Hi, my name is Danielle Richards and I'm going to be singing for you today I said not trying to cry. I sang: wherever I go by miley Cyrus, riptide by vance joy, like I can by Sam Smith, flashlight by Jessie J, photograph by Ed Sheeran. While I was singing that song everybody was listening. Two figures came through the door holding hands, wearing all black, hoods up and sunglasses to cover their face. My eyes stayed on them both for the rest of the song. When the song was finished I ran into the toilets and cried. Before I left I looked in the mirror to see if I was ok. I opened the door and there was the 8 lads singing 'love me so' I loved that song. When James' solo came up he saw me and sang his solo and didn't take his eyes of me. When they finished I ran out the door. Danielle wait I heard and turned around and saw James standing there. James please leave I said crying. I kept walking. It all going to be ok he said.

I stopped and turned around. I walked slowly to him. I then ran into his arms and started to sob. I started whisper/sing: 'I got all I need when I got u and I look around me and see sweet life I'm stood in the dark but your my flashlight your getting me through the night'.

James pulled away he just looked into my eyes. He leaned in and his lips pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around my waist. James deepened the kiss which made it better. He pulled away and he smiled, taking my hand and going back into the hotel.

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