Me, my mouth and 1D

Chpater 30

Katie's POV (5 days)

My heart raced as I sat in the waiting area. Questions ran through my mind; What would happen? Will she remember me?

A figure walked in front of me. I looked up to see my brohter. Richie. My face turned into a half smile as I stood up. He fully smiled at me and came to hug me. I happily returned the hug. Pulling back, I saw it wasn't my brother anymore. It was my father. I immediately backed away.

"Pumpkin. Didn't you miss me?" he questioned. My head shook repeatedly.

"You know I didn't mean to slap you.... I meant to kill you." My head whipped to the side and saw we were no longer in the airport. We were in our old house. I turned back to my dad and saw he know had a huge steak knife.

"Don't." My voice surprisingly didn't shake as I spoke. "But I will," he edged on.

"You wouldn't kill your only daughter."

He chuckled, "Oh, but I would." And he came forward. Before I could do anything, I felt the knife plunge into my chest. My eyes flickered down to the wound. My so-called-dad whispered in my ear, "Especially you."

I screamed as I thrashed around, hoping to get away from the monster. Suddenly, there were arms around me. This made me squirm even more.

"NO! STOP! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" I yelled.

"Katie, stop! It's me, Harry!"

It took me a couple of seconds to calm down. Once I did, I saw everyone standing around me. "What?" I asked snobbishly.

Kelly scoffed, "Katie! That is the 5th time! Ever since your mom called, you have been having stupid dreams about going to meet your brother and than it turns into your dad killing you. You. Are. Fine. Okay?!"

"Where are we?" I asked, ignoring her comment.

"Almost to the airport to go home. Kelly said you fell asleep right before we got back from the concert. We let you sleep until well, this..." Harry trailed.

"Oh." At the moment, we were in Australia. The boys just finished up their last concert for the next two weeks. Yes, they are getting a small two week break. I'm going to Harry's, Kelly's going back to ours, Louis is going to visit El (wherever she is), Zayn the same with Perrie, Niall and Emily are going away, Harry is obviously going back to his with me and Liam was doing something I don't know about. But we were all going to California before we totally broke off.

"Are you sure you're okay? Do we need to get you to a doctor?" Emily spoke, her voice full of "concern".

"I'm fine," I snapped. "Just need to get over this."

"Over what?" Niall's Irish accent rang throughout the bus.

"The fact that my mom wanted to see me?" And yes, they all knew.

"Don't snap at me! Snap at your boyfriend," Niall grumbled as Emily rubbed his arm. Bitch. "I'm sorry," my voice was fake and snappy, "I actually like my boyfriend. Hell, I love him. So back off."

"Hey, hey. Leave it, you two." Liam butt in as he stepped in between us.

"Get your stuff, we're here!" I heard the driver and I got off the couch.

Finally getting my stuff together, Harry grabbed my hand and we got off the bus.

"AHHHH!" Came the screams of the girls. I prepared for the insults as we started to walk through. But what I heard, definitely surprised me--