Always Love You: A One Direction Adoption Story

Chapter 11

Roselyn POV:

Last night was really REALLY bad. I had a really vivid nightmare I guess, and I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.

I felt kind of bad about what I did to Zayn - after all, he was only trying to comfort me.

But Louis coming in the next morning really made me feel better. I don't know what it is about him, but me and him just click.

Breakfast went a lot smoother than dinner. I could tell they were silently watching me to see how much I ate, which in all honesty was okay with me. I was glad they cared that much. My dad never did.

I was a little nervous about going to the hospital, though. I didn't know what the doctors would say, but I doubted it would be anything good. Plus, the thought of some man examining me made my stomach churn, but I tried not to let it show.

I did feel a little silly not having any shoes on. Harry and Zayn finally agreed on a gray long sleeve tee and a black sweatshirt. It was still frigid outside, so I had on a pair of Louis's boxers (which I thought was silly) and a fresh pair of sweatpants to keep me warm. They also gave me a beanie for my matted hair.

We piled into the car, with Niall driving and Harry in the front seat. I was in the back with Louis.

The car was very nice with dark tinted windows. It seemed like the boys had a big thing for privacy, and I wondered why. I guessed it had something to do with the large amount of money that they clearly, yet subtly, had.

The drive was about 30 minutes, but mostly because of the New York traffic. It seemed like a private hospital, which was nice since there wouldn't be too many people around or a long wait.

All of a sudden though, as we started to drive up, there were a bunch of vans and SUVs that began to surround us. Out hopped people with cameras and flash and microphones.

"Shit..." Niall cursed as he tried to maneuver.

"How did they find us?" Harry grumbled.

"Guys, guys, we have to protect Ro," Louis was saying.

"You're right. Umm, Rose, pull your beanie down over your face, and put on your hood," Harry said. "Since you don't have shoes on I'll carry you and Louis can block the paparazzi while we walk in."

"Paparazzi? What's going on?" I said confused.

"We'll explain in a minute, love. I just need you to trust us," Louis said.

I could detect the urgency in his voice so I just nodded. He helped me stuff my hair back into the beanie and covered my face more with the hoodie.

Niall drove up to the hospital entrance. "Ok, you guys just go in. I'll be back as soon as I park. I'm probably going to call Ace. I can't believe this happened again," he said, unlocking the doors.

Louis jumped out and came around to the side where I was. Harry stepped out of the car too and opened the door for me, picking me up easily. I hid my face in the crook of his neck while Louis cleared a path for us.

There were so many people taking pictures. I kept my eyes shut from all the flash going off. Also, there was a lot of yelling. They kept asking us questions, and Louis was basically telling them to piss off.

Then, from the crowd, I heard someone calling my name.

"Roselyn! Roselyn! Is it true that you lied about your father abusing you so that he would go to jail?"

My head shot up in an instant, and I scanned the crowd, trying to find the owner of the voice. Of course the other paparazzi people fed off of this energy and kept asking me for comments on the situation.

I was frozen, shocked by their version of events.

Harry had heard everything and was moving faster. "Fuck off you sick fucks!" he yelled as we entered the hospital. Louis must have heard them too because he flipped them off before the doors closed behind us.

I was still processing what had just happened while we headed into the elevator.

"Rose I'm sorry you had to go through that," Louis said softly.

"I - I just don't get why they would think that. Or how they even know who I am. This whole thing is so.... overwhelming," I said.

"There's a lot that we have to talk about and explain. Right now we just want to make sure you're okay," Harry said.

I just shrugged. "A little shaken up I guess." Harry nodded in understanding as we reached our floor.

There was a nurse there to greet us with a wheelchair. I was fine to walk, but I didn't mind another break from being on my feet. Plus there was the whole no-shoes thing.

The guys must have recognized her because they made small talk with her as she wheeled me to an exam room.

It was very large with tall windows, and it smelled like lemon pine sol.

"Dr. Thomas will be in shortly," she smiled before closing the door behind her.

A minute later, Niall appeared at the door, cursing under his breath.

"How did it go?" he asked.

"Worse then we could have imagined," Louis replied.

"Not this again. I called Ace - he's on his way. He should be here in 45 minutes," Niall said. "What happened?"

"Basically they know about Roselyn and her father but they have the story all twisted. I don't know how they found out but we can't just let this go," Harry said.

"We should call Liam and Zayn. To tell them what happened," Louis said.

As Harry was pulling his phone out, Niall's phone rang.

"It's them," he said, answering. "Hey guys we were just about to call y'all."

"What the fuck you guys!" Zayn's voice traveled clearly through the speaker.

"Have y'all seen the news? The internet is blowing up! There are so many articles about Roselyn, I can't even keep track. And some of them even mention her father," Liam says.

"That was quick," Louis mutters under his breath.

"It looks like they've been following us since that first time we took Rose out to the café. Someone must have tipped off the paparazzi, and then they went digging for dirt. Of course they twisted the story to make it more interesting or something. It's sick," Zayn said.

"The nurse told us that the paparazzi was here because rumor has it that apparently Celine Dion was getting surgery here, which is not true. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Harry grumbled.

"What do we do now?" Louis asked.

"We're almost at the lawyer's, just stuck in traffic. But we're not going down without a fight. We'll talk to them about this and see what we can do," Liam said.

"Okay, we'll let you know how the appointment goes," Niall said before hanging up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let them take pictures of my face. I don't want you guys to get in trouble for being seen with me," I said softly.

"No, no love, it's not you. There's nothing you did wrong. We should have protected you, and for that we're sorry," Harry said.

"No, I'm okay... I just have to ask... are you guys, like, famous? I mean there's paparazzi following you and stuff," I said.

Louis chuckled while Harry and Niall smiled. "Something like that. We're in a band, but we can tell you more about that later," Harry said.

"Okay, one more thing," I said. "Who is Chase?"

"You mean Ace?" Niall laughed, and I nodded, blushing.

"Right. He's our head of security. His job is to make sure we get where we need to go and do what we need to do in one piece," Harry replies.

"So like a bodyguard? Cool," I say, while the boys chuckled.

A moment later there was a knock at the door.

"It's Dr. Thomas, may I come in?"