Battle of the Bands (1D and 5sos fanfiction)

Part 22

Niki's P.O.V.

"Girls I need to talk to you." Mommy said, pulling us to the side.

"What is it mommy?" I asked.

"Sweethearts.... I didn't want to tell you both this until you where older. But since you both are eight now I guess you are old enough." She said sadly.  "Girls... You both are sisters. Not like older sister or younger sisters. You both are twins. Olivia I'm so sorry for not finding either of you. When I asked the boys about you they said they didn't meet a girl named Olivia. I talked to the people at the foster home and they told me you both where separated a long time ago."

I knew I had a twin, from that text message a long time ago, but Liv? We don't even look alike.

I could tell Liv was as shocked as I was by her face.

"No, you're lying." She said, running off.

I try going after her, but mom- Delilah grabbed my arm. "Let her go calm down a little. You need to stay away from her for a while."

"You don't tell me what to do!" I yelled trying to storm off over to Liv.

"Yes, I do. I'm your mother." Delilah said, tightening her grip on my arm.

"I don't want you to be my mom! I only want the boys! And you're hurting me." She tightens her grip even more. I look over at Liv and she was talking to a boy. I'm glad for her. She's making new friends.

"Oh no." Delilah said, letting go of my newly red arm.

I jog away from her, yellow coming into my eye. I try to think of my anchor, but she only made me madder.

I run into the bathroom and start crying. There was an orange tint in my eyes. I think of the band, but my eyes only go back to yellow. I can't think of any other anchors before the bathroom door opened. I was in a stall, but they stopped right in front of it.

"L-Liv?" I asked, my eyes turning normal again.

"No, but I saw you run in here and I thought I could come comfort you. You looked really sad, or even angry." An unfamiliar voice said.

"Oh, uh, um, hi." I said unlatching the door's lock.

"Hi, my name is Emory. What's your name?" The girl, Emory, said.

"M-my name is N-Nikki." I look down at my shoes.

"What happened out there?" She asked, pulling me to sit  by the wall.

"M-my mom. She held onto my a-arm really tightly." I look at my throbbing arm. "It really hurt. And she told me s-something I didn't really like." I said, hugging my knees tightly.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry. What did she tell you?" She asked, touching my arm.

I flinched at her cold fingers grazing my skin. "She s-said that I had to li-listen to her because she w-was my mom, but she is the o-one who put me up f-for adoption in the first place. I'm not h-hers anymore. I'm the boys' now, and nothing can change that." I explain, even though she probably had no idea what I was talking about.

"I'm sorry. Here's my number if you ever wanna talk, but for now, lets dance." She said, handing me a slip of paper.

She pulls me off the ground and starts moving her feet. We could hear the song playing outside the door. It was a slow song, so she taught me how to do the waltz.

"Take your foot out, then to the sid- other side." She said after I stepped on her foot.

"Sorry. I've never danced formally before." I apologize for the tenth time.