Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

The Streets Aren't Safe (Requested)

Hi, I'm Lily-Anne, I'm 13 years old and I am homeless after both of my biological parents were killed in a home robbery.

Lily's POV: Another day, just sitting here with nothing except a cup that has been drained of money since people enjoy taking it from the cup when I'm not looking. I'm sick, malnourished, starving, filthy and craving some love from anybody but let's be honest, who wants somebody like me? I continously watch all these families walk past, spending millions of pounds on their stuck-up and self-centered children for them to probably throw it in the bin if they don't like it. It's disgusting that society has turned into that with their salaries and that's how life has been ever since my parents passed away in a home robbery with the criminals essentially taking all of our possessions.

I barely keep myself alive with the rubbish that they waste, it's usually a half-eaten sandwich or a salted cup of tea but it's still food but sadly, it's not enough for my stomach to stop growling at me like a impatient child banging their utensils on the table whilst awaiting their much-anticipated and scrumptious meal.

Leigh-Anne's POV: Me, Andre and our 9 month old son Elliot are just walking through this quiet town centre and window-shopping when a young girl catches my eye. She was sitting there, watching all of the people walk past with a grimancing expression on her face, her hair is filthy and unbrushed.
"Andre, there's some little girl over there, should we go and check that she's okay?" I ask my fiancée, pointing at the little girl.
"She looks a bit frightened, maybe you should go over there so she doesn't get overwhelmed with all the attention." He responds and I nod in agreement before making my way over there.

Lily's POV: I'm just fiddling with a few pebbles that I found on the floor when somebody speaks to me. I look up and see this lady with gorgeous smile, I frown and hand her the cup, suspected that she just wants my little to no money... but she pulls a confused face at me and rejects the cup.
"Why are you offering me that cup? Whatever is inside it is yours to keep." She asks me, giggling at me. "What's your name and how old are you?"
"Because everyone who approaches me steals the money when my attention is elsewhere." I admit, laughing at myself. "I'm Lily-Anne and I'm 13."
"Well, they shouldn't take money from you." She replies, looking inside the cup. "If you don't mind me asking, where are your mum and dad?"
"I wish I could tell you but I don't even know myself, my best guess is that they're dead." I respond, honestly to which she just frowns sympathetically.
"That's horrible to hear, is there any way that I could help you?" She suggests.
"If there's any way that you could make my life any better, that would be pleasant." I respond, hopefully. "Food, water even some shelter would be amazing."

Leigh-Anne's POV: I have a idea but I need my husband's consent.
"Sit tight for a moment, Lily." I tell her and she nods, I make my way over to Andre who's talking to this guy.
"Babe, can I talk to you?" I ask him and he nods, waving the guy off. "The little girl is named Lily-Anne, 13 years old and has no parents."
"What are we gonna do to help, we can't just leave her to suffer out here?" He asks me, pulling a sleeping Elliot onto his shoulder and it's like he can immediately read my mind. "You aren't thinking what I think that you're thinking, right?"
"Andre, she has nowhere else to go." I explain and he nods.
"If it keeps a child from some of the dangers out here, then we'll do it." Andre tells me.

A couple months later, Lily's POV: It's been about 4 months since that day and I can finally say that I'm Lily-Anne Gray.

(Sorry if it's a bit shite)