Dancer (One Direction//Little Mix)

Chapter 8

I walked the streets of New York, until I reached the broadway sign, with my mother on it. I grabbed my phone and dialed the number, hoping to be able to see the next show at 9.

"Hello?" A nasaly voice asked.

"Hi, I want to see if you have one ticket left to see Hairspray?" I questioned.

"Lucky you. You got the last ticket. But its in the front row, for $250."

"Thats fine." I hung up and started walking to broadway. My phone vibrated but I ignored it.

When I got to the huge building I walked in, payed for my ticket and sat down.

I don't know which character my mother is, but I will find her.

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Almost towards the end I watched my mother, she was Ambers mum, I don't remember her name. Only that I want her to be MY mum.

After the show, I waited for everyone to leave and I snuck to the back.

There she stood, with a blonde wig in her hands, her dark brown hair going to the very bottom of her rib cage.

"Who are you?" She snapped, turning around to face me.

"I'm Cora Hemmings, you're Marlene Hemmings right?" I asked.

"No, I'm Marlene Stance." She shrugged me off.

"I know you're my mother." I whispered.

"Ooh, someone knows their family tree, huh?" She smirked, placing the blonde wig on the manikin head.

"Why did you leave us?" I asked.

"None of your business. Now get out twerp."

"It is my business. You're my mother, I deserve to know why you left me, why you left dad." I growled.

"Oh sweetie, you're dad wasn't someone I loved." She grinned turning around, walking towards me in her six inch heels.

"What do you mean? You said you loved him." My voice trembled.

"I never loved him, the only reason I stayed with him for how long I did, is because I had a little brat named Cora Lynn Hemmings."

"You're lying. You used to be my best friend. I remember, when I got scared at night, you'd hold me." I muttered. A tear escaped my eye and she laughed.

"I was going to kill you, but I didn't want to get arrested. I knew you would amount to nothing in your life, so I left and came here."

"I did amount to something! I'm a dancer for a band." I stated, trying to hold back tears.

"Oh really? Which band?" She smirked.

"Little Mix."

"Oh sweetie, you're not going to get very far." I shook my head. "And do me a favor. Never tell anyone I'm your mother, or come near me, talk to me, or simply try to contact me. I hate you and your father, I wish you never happened. Cora Hemmings, you were a mistake." With that she walked out, leaving me speechless.

I gasped for air, it was getting harder to breathe. I dug around in my bag for my inhaler and frowned when I grabbed it.

I breathed it in, and was able to breathe properly. I have asthma, so smart for me to be a dancer, but it's what I love.

Tears were streaming out of my eyes by the time I left.

When I got to the hotel, my lungs were getting tighter, from my quick breaths but I ignored it. I made it up to my room and sat on the small bed, I pulled my knees to my chest and sobbed.

I stood up and changed into a very loose gray v neck and Capri sweats. I tied my hair in a messy bun and took my contacts out, slipping on my nerd glasses.

I sat back on my bed and cried more. I reached over for my inhaler and breathed it in once again.

My mothers voice was ringing through my head. 'Cora Hemmings, you were a mistake.'

Someone knocked at my door and I sighed.

"Leave me alone to die!" I yelled.

"Cora, what's wrong?" They asked, I recognized the voice as none other than Jesy.

"Go away." I cried.

The door opened and the girls walked in.

"What's wrong babe?" Perrie asked sitting beside me.

"I met my mother." I mumbled. Tears streaking my face.

"And?"

"She's horrible!" I cried, telling them everything. They hugged me and I leaned back.

"At least you know who she is." I shrugged and bit my lip.

For the next hour, everyone except Harry came in and tried to cheer me up. It didn't work.

The door opened one more time and the curly headed boy walked in.

"Hi." He mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Hi, Harry." I whispered, pulling my knees to my chest. I patted the space beside me on the bed and he smiled a little before sitting down.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"No."

"I know we hate each other, but maybe we need to stop. I hate seeing you hurt, as much as I don't want to say it... I still love you, and I'm a screw up for what I did." He apologized.

"I forgive you." He smiled and sat back, his shoulder brushing mine slightly.

"You know you weren't the only one who cheated." I smirked.

"What?" He asked.

"I kissed a girl." I lied.

"Um, okay?" He questioned. I giggled and slapped his chest.

"I'm kidding!" He sighed and I grinned. He wrapped his strong arms around my shoulders.

"You know, Quinn is beautiful." He muttered.

"I want to see her, but I don't want her to call someone else mum." I truthfully stated.

"She doesn't call anyone mum." He chuckled.

"Harry, will you take me to see her? I don't want to go without you." I asked.

"Of course, only if I still like you."

"Deal."

HEY GUYS! Sorry if it sucked, buuuut they made up! And mommy and daughter will be reunited! yay!