I'm Coming Home (One Direction Fan Fiction)

~Chapter One~

Her screaming woke me up at 3am in the morning. She'd been restless the past couple of mornings.  

"Emily, Emily- Shh darling, mummy's here." I cooed, sitting on the edge of her bed. She finds her way over to me and she presses her warm body against mine, struggling to hold the heat. I move my hand from her lap to her forehead; she was running a temperature again.  

"Raspberry or Strawberry?" I murmured into her forehead, pressing my lips against her warm skin. I always had to ask her whether she preferred Raspberry or Strawberry medicine, she would make a fuss of it if didn't.

"Strawberry, I don't like Raspberry." She whispers, letting go of my arm. I nod, although she can't see me and scuttle off to the bathroom. There was an eerie silence in the house- sometimes I considered getting a flat mate, but no-one would want to share their flat with a young child and her under-experienced mother. I was hoping that in a few days I could stop saying this, I was going for a job interview today. I was confident because it wasn't an ordinary job interview.  

I had a passion for dancing. Ever since I was about Emily's age, I had an urge to just dance. Dance to my favourite music, or without music at all, it didn't matter- I would dance. I could dance, or so I was told- so I was trying my luck today. After all, I was in desperate need of a job.

I rattled through the bathroom cupboard before taking out a medicine cup and the bottle of the runny brown liquid, and as my eyes adjusted to the early morning light, I poured 8ml of it or so into the thin brown cup. Retreating back to Emily's bedroom, I hold the medicine steadily in my hands. She sits up against the backboard of her bed, arms crossed.  

"Here we are baby." I smile, handing her the vile. She tips it back into her mouth and swallows in one gulp, so I hand her the drink bottle beside her bed and she takes a few swigs of it. 

"Okey Dokey?" I pat her arm, and without a reply, she slips back under the covers of her single bed.  

"Goodnight sweetheart." I mutter and retreat to my room, letting the drowsiness overcome me.

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"Mummy, wait, I forgot my lunch box." She yells from the front door step.  

"Quickly baby, we've got to go!" I shout back, running from the bedroom to the lounge, collecting the rest of my dancing gear and packing it into my backpack.  

"Mummy- Let's go." Emily hollers from the porch.  

"It's only day care sweetheart, what have I told you? You don't need the whole toy box." I chuckle as I lock the door behind us, making sure to check it. Emily runs over to the car and stands patiently at the passenger's door, waiting for me to unlock it. I jog over to the car and sling my bag over the backseat and lean over to unlock her door. She gracefully sits down and I help her with her seatbelt. Before I realize it we're motoring down the street, off to Emily's day care.

Day care is where Emily usually spends most of her time. Since I'm normally out or working, I'm not able to take care of her and my parents have their own lives as well, day care really was my only option. The agreement with my parents was if I was to keep the baby, I was to take care of her on my own with little exceptions made. I didn't realize then how hard it would be, but I couldn't imagine life without my little girl now. She's worth more than everything I own. I love her. It's just too bad her father couldn't be here today to see how much she's grown, or how mature she is now.

As I see the ABC centre come into view, Emily starts to jump around in her seat.  

"Excited today, sweetheart?" I smile, pulling into the car park with a swerve of the steering wheel.