Adopted by Who?!

Chapter 1

* CHAPTER 1 *

 

~ HARRY'S POV ~

Management had called us in for a meeting and it seemed a lot more important than usual. They went on and on about how they twant us to have a good image. I'm starting to get a little worried. What are they making us do now?

"Guys, we want you to adopt a child.."

My jaw dropped along with the rest of the lads. Why would we need to do that?

"Now boys, I know this is pretty shocking, but we don't think you've done enough work with helping people. There's a nice orphanage in Miami, Florida where you can decide who you want to adopt. Girl or boy. Any age. Doesn't matter. Now off you go!"

The man shooed us out and we got into the car. I was so excited to see who we picked. Niall was bouncing in his seat smiling like a maniac. Liam Louis and zayn all looked pretty excited too, but not as excited as me and Niall.

"So lads, girl or boy?" Liam asked us.

I thought about it and I wanted to adopt a girl, but I didn't really care.

"Girl!" Niall said.

Liam laughed at him. "Ok"

After a few hours , we arrived at the orphanage.

~NICOLE'S POV~

Yay! It's Saturday!! I love the weekends. I can draw and play piano for as long as I want. But first, breakfast!! To the table!!! Wait, I need pants. Yes, pants would be a good idea. I grabbed some old sweatpants and ran down the stairs.

"Morning Laura!" I chirped as I sat down in a chair at the large dinning table. Laura basically owns the orphanage. Shes pretty nice.

"Oh hi Nikki. Pancake?"

"Yes please!!!" She dropped a pancake onto my plate.

"Hey Jake! Pass the syrup." Jake was a boy in the orphanage. He's 2 grades below me: 5th grade.

"Pfft. Finee" he threw the bottle at me. And me, being the failure in gym class that I am, it fell onto the floor. I grabbed it and poured it on my pancake.

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My mom had left me a fair amount of money when she died. I use the money to buy clothes usually, but I also bought an iPod. (: I sat on the stool in front of the piano that Laura had moved to my room, since I'm the only one who ever plays it. I had my headphones and I was listening to A team by Ed Sheeran. I played the piano along With it as I sang.

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White lips, pale face 

Breathing in snowflakes 

Burnt lungs, sour taste 

Light's gone, day's end 

Struggling to pay rent 

Long nights, strange men

And they say 

She's in the Class A Team 

Stuck in her daydream 

Been this way since eighteen 

But lately her face seems 

Slowly sinking, wasting 

Crumbling like pastries 

And they scream