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Delilah [Lilah]

"Daddy! Please go slower!"

"Daniel!" Mum shouts frantically.

All I see is a flashing light, a crash, and it all goes black.

. . .

"Delilah! Wake up love." The soft voice of Mrs.Rose calls.

I peel my eyes open, and groan in response. Mrs. Rose stands by my bed, and smiles down at me. "There is a lovely couple downstairs, looking to adopt, someone in your age group." She explains, her eyes flickering to the end of my bed. "I've set your clothes out for you. Be down in five."

I groan, and throw the covers off my body. I quickly grab my clothes and run into the bathroom. Inside; I slip off my nightgown, and slip on the old jeans, a white blouse, and a soft brown jacket. I gently push down the toilet seat, and climb onto it. Since I couldn't quite reach the sink, I climb the toilet so I'm able to brush my teeth easily. I finish up, and jump off. I lastly slip on my old boots, and head down the stairs.

When I'm finally down, I wander into the play room. We only call it that since its where we play with Milo and Bernard; the two Bulldogs we rescued and brought into the orphanage. Personally, I really like Bernard because he likes to be lazy, while Milo is crazy.

I find a spot on the floor, as Bernard slowly comes over, and lays limp on my lap. I giggle as he licks my hand, making it tickle. I continue playing around a bit with him, until all the kids in my age group file in. Each time there's visitors, we all come in here, and the people who are adopting look around and ask us questions. I'm not a big fan about it though.

Finally, two men arrive hand in hand. They seemed to be talking to each other until they slit up and looked around. I sigh, and turn my attention back to Bernard. In about ten minutes, a hand taps on my shoulder. The man with long curls, and green eyes like mine, is kneeling in front of me with a friendly smile etched on his face. "Hello love. What's your name?" His voice was deep and somehow soothing.

"D-Delilah." I reply quietly, my eyes scanning the black drawings on his arms.

"That's a beautiful name. I'm Harry." He grinned, his dimples popping onto his cheeks.

"Hey babe, who's this cutie?" The shorter man comes over, kneeling just like Harry. By now, Bernard had wandered over to his food bowl, leaving me all alone with the two strangers.

"This is Delilah." Harry replied, patting my knee and looking up at him with a smile tugging at his pink lips. The shorter man smiled fondly at me, giving me a friendly wave. "She should be called Lilah, Hey, I'm Louis. Nice to meet you little one." He smiled, shaking my hand.

"H-Hello." I smile a small smile at the two not-so-strangers-anymore.

They coo softly and Harry speaks up. "How old might you be, Lilah?" He asks.

"Five." I reply, licking my slightly chapped lips. I was glad I didn't stutter this time. I hated it when I stuttered. Harry and Louis look at each other, smile, and look back at me. I bite the inside of my cheeks and notice that Louis, too, has black drawings on his arms.

"Hey Lilah?" I look up at Louis, "We'll be right back alright? Sit tight love." I nod slowly. Louis then, ruffles my hair Harry pats my thigh, and they walk off toward the main office.

My legs start to fall asleep, so I stand up and shake each leg in the air. I watch as everyone in my age-group talks to one another. Literally every person had someone to talk to, except me. I guess I'm not really a social person. I'm probably just too shy.

I started to doubt the fact that Louis and Harry were going to come back. Why would they? So I decided to return to my bedroom, I really wanted to continue sleeping. I was extremely tired. I trudge up the stairs, and into the room. I climb my bed, and cuddle under the blankets, shutting my eyes.

. . .

"There she is babe."

"Aw look how adorable she looks."

I feel someone rub my arm, and whisper my name. It was Harry. My eyes open, and he's smiling brightly. My eyes trail to the doorway where Louis is, and Mrs. Rose hands him my old duffel bag. My eyebrows furrow as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"Hey Liliah. Louis and I are adopting you? How's that sound?" Harry smiled, moving a strand of hair away from my face.

I yawn softly and sit up. "It...It sounds...nice." I nod, smiling a small smile. I liked the thought of having a family. Even if it meant having two daddies. They both seemed elated with my response.

Mrs. Rose smiled softly, and comes over picking me up and kissing my forehead. I scrunch up my nose and giggle lightly. She then hands me to Harry, who holds me on his hip.I smile softly, leaning my head on his shoulder. Louis ruffles my hair, with my bag on his shoulder.

"Let's go kiddo."

"Where?" I ask.

"Home." They respond.

authors note:

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