Stolen At Birth (One Direction FanFic)

Introduced

My eyes flutter open. My back aches. Sitting up, I crack my neck, back, and ankles. I look around an see that I'm on the floor. In Cass's bed room. Cass was in bed. I never slept in the same bed as her. She kicks. A lot.

She sit's up and stretches. She yawns, and looks at . "Why are you on the floor?" She asks. I look at her with a 'duh' look on my face. "Seriously? You kick! I pity the poor soul that you marry. Cause, you two will have to sleep together." I laugh. Cass rolls her eyes.

I stand up and sit on the bed next to her. I get under the covers. Cass giggles and grabs the TV remote. Turning on the TV, her phone rings. She grabs it. Looking at the contact, she smiles big. "Niall?" I ask. She nods. Hitting Answer, she puts the phone to her ear.

"Hey Niall!" She beams. "No, I'm not busy." She listens closely to his words. "Really? Yeah!" Her lips curve into a smile. What is she talking back? I try an listen to what Niall is saying. But, I can't make out the words. "Can Emma come?" She asks. A smile suddenly forms on her lips. "Great! Be there soon!" She hangs up.

"What was that about?" I ask her. "Niall invited us to his house, to watch the football game!" Cass looks really happy. If it has to do with Niall, she's happy. "Cool!" I grin. "Let's get changed." She grabs my hand and stands up. Pulling me out from under the warm covers, she pulls me to her closet.

Cass, just in case, has cloths just for me. Some casual, some fancy, some really sexy. Like, for a date and stuff. I don't know.

Looking threw the closet, Cass finds with a shirt and a light pink tank top that says 'HI' on it. Along with her pink convers. After she puts it on, she looks for my outfit. Pulling out an outfit, she lays it on the bed. "What do you think?" She scratches her chin.

I look at the outfit laid on the bed. It's a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeved black and white striped shirt. I smile. That's the kinda cloths I like to wear. Comfy, but super cute!

"I love it!" I grin and change out of my smelly PJ's, and into the outfit Cass picked out. I smile at myself in the mirror. "We aren't done." Cass pulls me into the bathroom and pulls her makeup kit out of the cabinet. Setting it down, she opens it. It's filled with all different kinds of makeup. Mascara's, lip glosses, blush, eye liner, and so much more. She has enough makeup to last us 10 years. She slapped on her makeup on. I applied mine as well. Cass leaves her hair down and curls it. I put a fuzzy beanie on my head.

Cass and me walk down the stairs. I hold my sperrys in my hand. I get to the door, and slip them on. Grabbing my phone, I slip them on my feet. Cass and I head out the door and get in the car. Cass turns on the engine.

I sit in my seat, silently thinking. About my life. It's so crazy sometimes. Dad being gone. Me, almost getting ran over, then saved. River not noticing me. Cece wanting me gone. Mum not telling me things. Cass is the one that keeps me going. But Mum...She is so confusing. Telling me she trusts me, yet she hides so much. What has she got to hide from her daughter? It puzzles me. It may or may not have to do with the fact I look nothing like my parents. We have different faces. Different noses. Mum has red hair with green eyes. Dad had black hair with brown eyes. I have blue eyes and copper hair. It's weird. Really weird. She just doesn't trust me. Dad would never lie to me. He was honest. Kind. A great person. He was wise. Smart. Mum is a therapist. Dad was a doctor. Neither of them like music as much as I do. I have a completely different personality from Mum. She's very intelligent. Organized and serious. She can be fun though. But Dad? He was like me. Fun, crazy, but he could be serious when he wanted to be. We would have so much fun. He was the one who pushed me to be so independent. He paid for my piano and voice lessons. He supported me. Mum, she wanted me to be a doctor like Dad. Dad didn't want me to. He wanted me to be me. Now he's gone.

"Emma!" Cass's voice pulls me away from my thoughts. I look at her. She's standing outside. Looking around, I see we are parked in the driveway of a huge house. And I mean huge.

I sigh and get out. We walk to the door. Cass knocks on the door. We here footsteps from behind the door. Voices and chatter. It's finally all hushed and the door flies open, revealing Niall. His blue eyes grow brighter when he spots Cass. His lips curving into a smile. "Cassidy!" He pulls her into a hug, snaking his arms around his waist. Cass hugs him back, smiling. Niall gives me a small hug with a 'hello'.

He lets us in and we look around. It's bigger on the inside. "Hey lads!" Niall shouts. Before I knew it 4 guys came running up. One of them catches my eye. "Harry?" I say. The curly haired boy looks at me. A smile on his face. "Emma!" He says. I give a small wave.

"How do you know each other?" The one with the black hair asks. If I'm correct, that is Zayn.

"Harry has eaten at the dinner I worked at before." I shrug. Harry rolls his eyes.

"Tell them how we really met." He chuckles.

I roll my eyes. "I almost got hit by a car and Harry pushed me out of the way." I shrug again.

Cass's mouth falls open. "AWWWW!" She gushes. I roll my eyes, again. "That's sweet! Thanks Harry." She grins. He nods.

The room goes silent, until Niall speaks up. "Lads! Look at this." He grabs my arm and pulls me over to one of them. He makes me stand next to the one with bright blue eyes, like mine.  He has a beanie on his head. His copper hair peeking out of it. He's wearing sweatpants and a hoodie over his shirt. But, I can see his shirt peeking out from under it. The zipper isn't all the way zipped up. He's wearing a black and white stripped shirt. Like mine.

"Look!" Niall points to me and the guy next to me. Everyone stares in shock. I look at the guy and he looks at me. I shrug.

"Oh my god!" Cass shrieks.

"You look so much alike!" Harry grins.

"Louis, doesn't she look like you?" The one with the big brown eyes and really short brown hair says.

So that's his name. Louis.

Louis looks at me an shrugs. "I guess."

"I don't really see it." I say, looking at Louis. Louis shrugs, again.

We all continue to look at each other. Talk about awkward.