Finding Your Way **SEQUEL TO THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON**

Chapter One

Author's Note: Here it is guys! :D It's the sequel to Things Happen For a Reason :)xx I know I said I would have it up this weekend, but since this was labor day weekend, I had today off too so techniacally I made the deadline! Dedcaltion to @Abril_1D for making the lovely cover :) Let's start of this story with feedback and votes! Let me know what ya think! Hope you like the first chappie! x

Chapter 1

MATTHEW'S POV

I hated homework. I mean really, when was I ever going to use this stuff in the real world? What was the actual point of all of this? I was searching my twelve year old brain for the answer to number 13 on my homework page. I usually was pretty good at algebra, but today I just couldn't concentrate. Maybe it was the fact my eighteen year old sister, Kristen was begging my parents to see One Direction on their "reunion tour." From what I understand, they broke up when my sister was nine but she has never stopped loving them. In fact, she was heart broken when they broke up. But now they are going on a world wide reunion tour and she has not stopped talking about it ALL WEEKEND.

"Mom, please!" Kristen begged her while my mom prepared dinner for us in the kitchen. Sunday evening dinners, my grandparents and my immediate family always came to our house for a dinner. I always loved Sundays. I liked seeing my grandparents and I always had loved family gatherings. At my age and almost being a teenager, kids my age were starting to get annoyed with their parents and drifting away. But one thing I loved was that my family is super close.

"We'll see, Kristen." said my mom.

"Mom, but it's a good idea and maybe Matthew could come with me because-"

"Kristen! Enough! I will call you in for dinner! Please leave!" my mom scolded her. I guess she was just getting irritated with Kristen's constant begging or something.

Kristen huffed and then walked upstairs to my room. The only reason I could hear them downstairs is because the vent in my room is directly above the kitchen where my mom and Kristen were arguing.

"Matthew.. would you ever come see One Direction with me?" she questioned with hope in her eyes.

"Why would I go see a British/Irish retired boy band in their 30s?" I questioned her.

"Because...." her voice trailed off. She seemed like she was debating on telling me something or not. Almost if she was hiding something. Though we were both adopted along with my younger two siblings, Alex and Sam who were six, Kristen and I were really close.

"Because what, Kristen?!" I said getting impatient. She huffed and crossed my room  and sat down on my bed. She motioned for me to go and sit down with her.

"It's all I want for my graduation present." she said simply.

"So what does that have to do with me?" I said skeptically.

"Nothing. I just want you to go." she smiled.

"That makes absolutely no sense! I am not going to see One Direction with you unless you can give me a REAL reason." I said narrowing my eyes at her. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Then, she looked back at me. Her eyes held a glassy look as if she was about to cry.

"Matthew..  we... along with Sam and Alex are adopted right?" she asked. I nodded in response. Kristen ran her fingers nervously through her dark, black hair. She was adopted from China. As far as I knew, I was adopted from an orphanage in England, though my father was a full blood Irish man. Sam and Alex were wins adopted from Russia. My adopted parents werenn't able to have kids my themselves.

"Well.. You were lucky enough that your biological parents gave out information about themselves. My biological parents and Sam and Alex's never gave out personal information.... We know who your parents are." she sighed. What? This was all coming so fast. I loved my parents.. err adopted parents but the thought of finding my biological parents was insane.

"What? Who are they?" I asked trying to hide my excitement.

She hesitated before answering me. "That, I can't tell you." My heart sank.

"What the heck, Kristen? That's not fair. I would tell you!" I protested.

"Yeah, but I'm afraid you'll leave our family!" she whisper-shouted as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"I love you, mom and dad, Sam and Alex. But if you were me, you would at least want to meet your biological parents. I can't explain how happy I am here but why would it be so awful to at least try to meet my biological parents?" I asked. I was getting extremely distraught over this conversation.

"It wouldn't. Mom's just afraid you would leave us if you met  them.." she said.

"Who are they?" I said ignoring what Kristen just said. She sighed and handed me a picture of myself. Except.. I didn't remember it being taken. "When was this taken? I don't remember taking this photo of myself." I lightly laughed. "And I never wear my hair like that, all spiked up." I added. I examined the picture of me in a blue-painted room. I cracked a smile at the camera and my blond hair was spiked up in a messy perfection. My eyes looked really blue, probably due to the color on the walls. There was a white dresser in the background with a few drawers halfway pulled out and a guitar leaning up against it. I was wearing a plan, white, long-sleeved shirt. I didn't recognize the setting of this photo either.

"That's because that isn't you, Matthew." she sighed.

"It looks exactly like me though..." I argued.

"You aren't going to believe me when I tell you this." She said. "If you looked like any celebrity who do you think you look most like?" she asked.

"Errrr... I don't know. I kind of look like the blond one from that band you like. What are they called again? One Direction?" I asked.

"They were One Direction, but yes. They retired remember?" I nodded. "Matthew, that picture is of Niall Horan when he was your age. It was taken the year I was born, eighteen years ago."

"So what your saying is-" I started.

"Matthew..." She sighed. "Niall Horan is your father."