Styles reflection

How bout no?

I missed my old life, I missed my sister, my mum, my dad, I even missed harry. But they don't want me. They never came looking for me. No one cared enough. That's why I'm here. That's why I'm in a abusive orphanage. Because I'm not the perfect child, because I talk back, because I don't depend on my parents, because I never listened, because I was different. I was only caseys reflection. Nothing more.

I'm in the closet right now. I've been in this orphanage for 2 years now. This closet is my hiding place. My quite place.

I've heard over this year my brother and his band have become famous. Who cares though? He isn't my brother anymore.

Damson and Zaq have practically become my brothers now.

Famous people have been coming to our orphanage for publicity. Feels great to be used Huh?

There is a knock on the closet door. Only two people know I hide here. Zaq and Damson.

"New visitors laci. Time to come out" it was Zaq. I know his voice. Thick and for a child he had a deep voice.

Although I didn't want too I stood up and opened the closet doors and walked with Zaq to the main room. Damson was already there sitting on the couch. A bunch of girls were surrounding the visitor. I never bothered to look at who it was. I didn't care.

After a few minutes the swarm of people around the person had slowed down. I was busy playing uno with Damson.

I feel a hand on my should and it spins me around so my head and shoulders were facing the person but not the rest of my body. What I saw terrified me. My face grew warm as my eyes met with green ones. "Casey, stop playing orphanage. Time to get out of here"

"ha-Harry?"