Run (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Too Good To Be True

I rubbed my palm against my shirt, making my cuts feel a bit better. Why were they so itchy?

  “Alright kiddos, time to go home!” Mr. Adams came out hand in hand with Mrs. Adams. Both equally stunning, Mr. Adams had sea blue eyes and dark brown hair that was pushed back with gel. Mrs. Adams had shoulder length light brown hair and green eyes. They really did all look alike. “Good, one more minute here and ill want to adopt all of them!” Mrs. Adams laughed. “Oh please no, four kids Lori, that’s enough.” Mr. Adams chuckled and kissed her temple. “Ewww, get a room!” Ariana laughed as she got into the Jeep. They both laughed and got in the front seats, and Sheila, Avery and I followed behind Ariana. I hoped I would be able to at least fit in with them. But I’d probably be an outcast.

  We spend the entire car, and short train ride talking about life at home, and the family. They said it was alright if Avery and I didn’t wish to speak about our family. But Avery felt it was necessary. They seemed like a pretty great family, all happy and whatnot. I hadn’t spoken since we left from the orphanage. My cuts were bothering me like crazy. Could these even get infected?

Of course they can stupid, I said to myself. But I didn’t look at them, I couldn’t scare them away this fast if they even saw.

  When we arrived at the house, Avery and I couldn’t stop staring. The house was HUGE, a mansion maybe. I bit my lip and followed them all inside. “I’ll take you to your rooms.” Mrs. Adams took mine and Avery’s bags and guided us up the stairs.

I looked to the side of the staircase, pictures of Ariana and Sheila were everywhere, also some of Mr. and Mrs. Adams together, and one that caught my attention. They actually.. printed the adoption papers and framed it? I guess they did care.

  Avery and I had separate rooms for once. Mine was all baby blue by the inside, with a black hanging chandelier, a black vanity and a black base for the bed. They actually knew my style too? I guessed Sheila picked it. Ariana wasn’t that type. I placed my small bag on my bed, queen sized probably, and walked to the closet. I almost had a conniption. It was a walk in closet, with organized shoes and clothes, racks for everything, even my own little makeup station.

  “I knew you’d like it. I picked everything myself. I hope the clothes fit you, we both look about the same size.” Sheila leaned against the closet door smiling at me. I smiled back, actually smiled. “Thanks Sheila. I love it.” I felt like crying, this was just too good to be real. She walked over and put her arms around me, giving me a hug. I hesitated for a minute, but hugged her back, a tear spilling from my cheek. “You’re welcome. What are sisters for?”

Warmth spread in my stomach, making me want to cry more. I actually had a family again. Maybe this was just a dream. But dreams can always turn into nightmares.