To Be Loved

Chapter Three

I paced the plain bedroom as quiet music came from the telly on the small dresser. I stopped at the door to listen to a little bit of there discussion.

"Another thing, he's fixated on going by Zayn with a 'y' instead of an 'i' so if you could figure out why, please tell me."

I rolled my eyes, I bet you he told them everything they were able to find out about me. Thought it's not much, it's still something and I don't appreciate my personal facts being told to the outside world.

That's part of the reason why I never let them figure anything out about me, I've always been quiet. There's no way that I'm shy but I am quiet. Okay, maybe a little shy but that's always been an issue that I don't like to address. Being quiet can get you into some pretty sticky situations like horrible adopters but let's lot discuss that.

I moved away from the door and started to weigh out my options.

-I could go with those strangers and either live my life in peace or in turmoil
-I could refuse loudly with pure defiance but go back to the foster home
-or I could escape again

I looked at all the possible places I could escape from for the third option. There were two windows behind the bed, they were large but we were on the fourth floor so that ones out.

I could possibly refuse but to do that, I would have to really use pure defiance and honestly, to do that, I would be obligated to throw a fit and I'm not stooping to a toddlers level.

I guess that leaves me with the latter but I honestly am not interested with leaving with four complete strangers. To make matters worse, I finally realized that they were the ones who stopped me when I was running from that vicious store owner a couple days ago.

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"Here, sign these." He handed me the paper first. I began to put my signature and initials in the places needed. "Another thing about Zayn, he's a bit mature for such a young age but the way he comes across when he talks or so, is quite childish."

I thought about it for a moment before finally getting it. Thats actually kind of adorable. "Well, it's final, you guys are now the official adoptive family of Zain Javaad Malik." James smiled. "Now here comes the difficult part," his smile left his face. "Getting him to agree without putting up much of a fuss."

He made his way over to the room where he ran off before lightly tapping on the door followed by silence. "Zayn, open the door bud." He said softly, knocking a bit harder. We heard a small 'click' before the door opened a tiny bit and a lone hazel eye peeled through with an accusing gleam as if to say 'what?'

"Can you come out of the room please?" James asked him. There was at least four seconds of no movement before the door opened fully and out came the little guy. "What?" He said, it came out defiantly but it was quiet.

"Look, these four are adopting you. Adopted you actually." James said. Zayn backed up slightly, opening his mouth to say something before closing his mouth and looking down at his sock-clad feet with a sigh. "Why don't you go grab your things?" He asked. Zayn walked away, sulking just a tiny bit.

"That went easier than I thought." Louis said. "Yeah but I know he's thinking up something. I bid you good luck."

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I sat in the backseat of their large car, staring out the window, watching all the buildings and the occasionally tree pass. In the beginning of the ride, Niall (I learned their names) attempted to get me to talk but I just stayed silent.

They dragged me everywhere 'shopping' for 'things' I needed as in clothes, shoes and other junkHonestly, I think I would've been fine with what I had but apparently their worldwide superstars so who cares what a nine year old think?

Now, it was later at night, maybe nine o'clock and we still had an hour before we got to their home. At first I thought, maybe, just maybe they were gay(A/NI'm sorry) but with the excessive talking about 'Eleanor'(A/N I know they broke up but go along with it) and 'Sophia' my suspicions were only down to Niall and Harry but then they kept talking about what they saw in girls earlier after taking some quiz in a magazine and my suspicions were cleared.

I managed to stay silent throughout everything, only showing my opinions with facial expressions or nodding my head. I can't help, I'm naturally quiet and shoving me in a new environment doesn't help.

There were a lot of screaming people when we left the mall, a lot of them yelling at me asking who I was or why I was with their precious idols and a ton of them were screaming at them asking them to marry her or get a picture with her. Quite frankly, it was incredibly overwhelming.

Apparently at some point, I stopped walking and was looking around a bit nervously because I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me forward. Out of habit I flinched, it was probably one of those ridiculous fans but when I looked behind me, there was Liam smiling down at me.

I kinda warmed up towards him. He was nice and let me be. Louis was nice too but he was really hyper. Harry was quiet but he was also pretty goofy in an odd way. Niall was cool but he hyper. I'm not sure how I'm king to feel with this new life.

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"Zayn," I shook the sleeping boy once more. "Come on buddy, wake up." I smiled lightly. He looked like a toddler when he slept, he didn't have that serious look on his face that I noticed he sported throughout the day. "Zayn, were home. You can go to sleep in your bed." I would've just picked him up and carried him inside but I wasn't sure how'd he feel about that. He seemed uneasy enough around us.

His eyes opened slowly as he groaned. I leaned back from where I was perched over the middle seat to get where he was in the back. "What?" He asked, his voice mixing with a yawn. "We're home." He sat up and rubbed at his eyes before climbing over the folded down seat and standing by me outside the car.

"Come in, buddy, let's go inside." He nodded tiredly as I led him towards the front entrance. "Are you hungry?" He shook his head before letting out another yawn. "Alright, well I'll show you to your room and you can sleep." I said softly. He nodded as he followed me up the stairs and down the hall.

We came to the door on the end, it was the guest bedroom that we were going to renovate to be his bedroom. "There you go. I'll be in the room at the end of the hall, Louis and Niall are across from each other over there and Harry is right next to Niall's." I said pointing at each door. He collapsed on the bed, soft snores already escaping his mouth. I chuckled as I brought the comforter over him.

"Night buddy."