Adopted by O2L

chapter nineteen

"WHERE AM I?!" I sat up, yelling.

Vaguely, I heard a voice slowly talking to me, it was familiar and very calming.

When my full eyesight came back, I realised it was Connor.

"Connor! I thought you were at the party! why are you here?!" I yelled, frustrated.

He replied "No, Lou. The party was yesterday. Plus, even if there was a party, I would rather be here looking after you. You're my daughter.

"We better head back to the house, right?" I suggested.

"Well.. yeah. But to be honest with you. Im moving out into my own apartment, i've already decorated it." He nervously spoke.

"Why?!? What about me!?" I shouted, distressed.

"You.. your coming with me. Unless you would like to stay at the house, however, im your legal guardian now."

We spoke about the whole situation for a while and the doctor said im fine to go. He gave me some rescue remedy incase I felt the same again.
I decided to move in with Connor. He is a very mature, responsible adult that has wicked sence of humor and is very alike me!

Connor and I decided to go and tell the other 6 boys we are moving, so they were aware. Walking in to the house, Connor immediately called a house meeting.

All the boys slowly drooped down the stairs with bed hair and dropped themselves on the sofa.

"Right" Connor said, "Firstly, Lou and I are.. we're moving out"

Jc glanced up at me and and his eyes rolled down to the floor in guilt and sorrow.

"Secondly, people know that i've adoped Lou. Not sure how, or who revealed it but it's getting out of hand. Lou went out and two girls asked for a picture and queried if she was the 'o2l child'. Even worse, she went to the beach. About 35 girls were walking behind her, screaming stuff at her, asking her to give letters to the boys. She had another panic attack, this is not okay." Connor exclamed, strongly and rather professionally.

Whilst I just stood by him, gazing into the wall, I overthought; Alot.

"What d-do you want us to do about t-t-this?" Sam asked, still hungover.

Kian replied "Yeah! Take yo tea drinking, ugly kid away so we can have some FUN and don't have to act like there is a baby in the house!"

I turned to Connor and looked him in the eyes. A frown grew upon my face and A tear tumbled down my cheek.

Connor walked off holding my hand, directing me where to walk. He grabbed his smooth, leather backpack, suitcase then we climbed in his shiny silver BMW and drove off.

"Just ignore them Lou. They are immature and hungover." Connor attempted to persuade me.

Searching twitter, I put my phone down and strongly said "Connor. You don't get it. No one actually wants me. Im a scab. Im wearing the same clothes I wore two weeks ago. Im an unwanted punchbag"

"No, I want you. When you get to my place, I have a surprise. Then, we will go get you some new clothes."

"Okay" I sighed.