Chapter 3
All I remember from last night after my dads situation, was Niall taking me in their house, then sleeping, then eating pizza. Then the rest was just kind of a blur.
But when I woke up this morning I was in a warm bed, and I felt strong arms wrapped around me. I moved and saw it was Liam and I remembered him bringing me up here last night. He was still sleeping so I closed my eyes again and snuggled back into his chest.
Zayn's view
We all went to bed early last because it was such a crazy day. But this morning I woke up really early and couldn't go back to sleep. I couldn't get my mind to shut off, it just kept thinking of the idea of having a daughter.
This little girl, age 9, Grace, needs us to change her life around, for the good. If we don't she will be sent to a orphanage. Then when adopted, there is a chance of this happening again, abuse. We can't let that happen, it would break my heart. She is just 9 years old and she lived the life of abuse with no real family. No one to trust, no one to love, no one to depend on. But today we are going to sign the papers and change that.
Grace's view
I woke up again this morning when I felt Liam move. He sat up then climbed out of the bed and walked out of the room. I rolled on my back and blankly looked at the ceiling.
What am doing in their house and where did my dad go? I remember the police coming but did they take him to jail? He should probably go to jail for everything that he did to me, all the pain. But if he did go to jail, where am I going to live. I wonder where or who the rest of my family is. Would I live with them?
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw Liam walk back into the room. "Oh, well sleeping Beaty's up" he smiled. I smiled then nodded my head. "Are you hungry?" He asked. I nodded sitting up on the bed. "Let's go get some breakfast then" he said holding his hand out. I hopped off the bed and grabbed his hand, then followed him down stairs. He lead me into the kitchen then sat me down at the table. I sat and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, then saw Zayn walk in the kitchen. He sat down next to me and smiled. "What do you guys want for breakfast?" Liam asked. I shrugged, "Cereal?" Zayn suggested. I nodded then Zayn got up and made three bowls of cereal while Liam poured three glasses off orange juice. After I was half way done eating my cereal Louis, Niall, and Harry came down and had some cereal too.
Some how I ended up finishing my cereal last. But when I was done I put it in the sink then went and sat down back in the chair. I looked at the guys and had to ask them my questions. "Where's my dad?" I asked, they all exchanged glance then Liam spoke. "He is away, and won't be back for a while.." he said looking me directly in the eyes. "Is he in jail?" I asked confused, they nodded. "Am I living with some of my family?" I asked. "Do you know where any of your family is?" Louis asked. "No, I don't even who they are..." I paused. "Then where am I going to live??" I asked looking at my hands. "With us!" Niall said. "Really..??" I asked looking up and smiling at them. "Yeah, we are going to adopt you today" Harry said.
I smiled wildly, I barely even know these boys and they already want to adopt me. They seem so nice, I want them to be my family, forever and ever.
I excitingly got up and hugged each one and kissed them on the cheek. They laughed and hugged me back. "Thank you" I said smiling.
"Well let's get your clothes and get you bathed" Zayn said. "Umm my clothes are at my dads house, should I go get..." I said sacredly. "I'll go with you" Louis said. "Ok" I said grabbing his hand and walking to the door. He picked me up and put me on his back as he walked out the door and across the street.
Louis' view
"I'll go with you" I said volunteering to go to Grace's house with her to get her clothes. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. I picked her up giving her a piggy back ride. I crossed the street and pushed the door open, it was unlock and barely even closed. I walked inside and saw glass was every where.
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The Neighbors (One Direction)
FanfictionA little girl named Grace, age 9, and her father. Her mom couldn't recover from the birth of Grace and died. Her father abuses her because of it, and she can't do anything to stop it. But since she can't, can her neighbors help?? The British/Irish f...