Adopted. (1D FanFic)

Run

CARTER'S POV

If I was going to take these men down, I needed mussel. I was small and couldn't fend for myself. And that's what I wanted. I wanted to be able to fight for myself. For me.

I punched away at the punching bag, rage punching I like to call it. It took away the pain that I have suffered these last couple days. Nothing was going on in the background. Nobody was there. Just the tv playing.

"You really have a hit for a teenage girl," a man said cutting me off.

"And your pretty nosey for a grown man," I replied continuing to punch. He let out a chuckle, placing a smirk on his face.

"How old are you? 10? 12?" He asked taking old of the bag for me to get a better punch.

"16." I replied getting a wee bit pissed off at this man. Cocky. Stupid. Attractive.

"Don't act like it," he replied. I stopped punching, giving him a look. "What about you?"

"I'm 19," he smiled. Was he proud of this? It's not attractive that he's older. "Names Zakk."

"Carter," I replied. He smiled holding that bag as if telling me to go on. I took more punches and kicks, hitting the bag with all my might.

"Well Carter, next time you might want to wear gloves. Punching that hard cuts your knuckles." I stopped punching, glancing down at my bloody knuckles. "Just wrap em and they will be find by Friday."

"Right. Thanks," I said wrapping a towel around my neck.

"What brings you to London? You have a cute American accent I'm just a little curious," he said totally innocent.

"Umm. Family. I'm visiting them," I said taking a seat on the sit up bar. He nodded and took weights in his hands.

"I've been to America. Strange place," he commented. Small talk?

"Yeah, from Utah."

"Huh," he replied. He set down the weights and sat across from me. "You have a good punch. And I know someone who teaches boxing. I could give you his number." He pulled out a card and handed it to me. 

"When you say you know someone, is that someone you?" I asked looking at the name on the card. Zakk Frank. Boxing Trainer. 

"Yes. But really, you have a good arm. Stop by." I smiled looking at the card once more.

"Thanks."

"Carter! There you are!" I heard Louis voice ring. I shot up, thinking I still had an hour till he got back. "Damn. Working out?" He said poking my abs.

"No," I said not bothering to say anything else. Louis followed me out to the elevator, rushing to catch it with me.

"Are you okay Carter?" He asked placing his hand on my shoulder. I ran my fingers over my bloody knuckles, hoping to make it back to the room before Louis noticed. "No answer. Okay then." Pause. "Harry's here. I wasn't going to tell you but he's here."

"He is?" I asked face lighting up. As soon as the doors opened, I shot out of the elevator and made it strait for the room. Louis was hot on my trails. Once the hotel room door opened, everyone shot up from their seats. First person I hugged was Harry. I ran right up into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms gripped around my waist, falling to his knees.

"I've got you Carter," he whispered. He stroked my hair, intertwining his fingers with it. "You're safe."

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We all sat in the room quiet. I was placed on the floor, leaning up against the bed. Louis was set on the long couch with Zayn. Niall was by me, sitting on the edge of the bed. Liam was pacing the floor while Harry stepped out to take a call.