!! LARRY ADOPTION FIC !!
Life flows like a rive for 7 year old Lydia. But what happens when her caretaker takes her to a concert, her work place. What happens when a young couple meets Lydia. They want her to be their. But are they ready ?
˚ ༘♡ I need you. You need me. And that's fucking amazing. ⋆｡˚
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▓ Lydia ▓
Lydia had exhausted herself to sleep after screaming and crying almost the whole way. She immediately jolted awake when a very annoyed Aaron tried picking her up and putting her to bed.
"NO" she screamed, backing up into the corner with a tear streaming down her face.
"Fucks sake, not again" He mutters, slamming the door shut making Lydia jump in fear.
"BRIANNA GET THIS GODDAMNED CHILD OUT" He yelled, Lydia scurrying more into the corner as she rocked back and forth. Her little hands over her ears, muttering the faint 'Hazza' under her breathe as she waited for Harry to appear like some sort of magician.
Little did she know, that's all Harry wanted to do right now, fly straight to her and cradle her to sleep.
"Jesus you're such a fucking brat" Brianna hisses, pulling her little hands and dragging her out of the car and in the house.
"S-Sorry" She whimpers as the lady harshly pulls her into a dark looking bedroom with just a small flickering light above the bed. The bed was ten times too big for her small frail body and the room was awfully scary for a small child.
"You better be, and I don't need any ruckus at night. If you can't sleep, I don't care, just don't come knocking at our door"
Brianna groans, locking the door from outside as Lydia slowly climbs on the bed. She whimpers and sniffles alone, hiding under the blankets when the winds grow louder and faster. It was as if the sky was furious at her condition but it just scared her more.
"I want Hazza and Lou-Lou" She sobs, holding onto the pillow tightly. The exhaustion of crying for hours catching up as she falls asleep with tear stains painting her face and hands and mouth quivering from the last of her pain.
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The morning wasn't chirpy or filled with smiles, Harry barely spoke, only answering to anything directed specifically at him or if Louis gave him a small glare to talk instead of bottling it up.
Louis knew better because he'd felt Harry toss and turn all night, he could tell her was thinking about Lydia when he starter muttering her name out of distress in his sleep. It broke Louis how much Harry was hurting and he couldn't do anything about it. He was feeling the same but holding himself up for Harry, because he knew Harry always was the emotional one in the relationship and if Louis broke now, there won't be anyone to hold Harry up.
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The week was going to be hell.
Lydia was alone, scared and with someone who didn't really seem to like her.
Harry and Louis were jittering with anxiety, heart tattering by every minute they spent away from their daughter.
