Adopted By One Direction

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Liam's POV:
"Where's Nevaeh? She hasn't come down yet and it's been nearly an hour." I pointed out.

"I'm not sure. Should we go check on her?" Niall asked, and we nodded, running up to Nevaeh's room. She was laying on her bed crying silently.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Louis asked, trying to grab her.

"Please don't touch me!" She screamed, backing away. "Just leave me alone!"

"Should we give her some space lads?" I asked and they nodded, and we all left Nevaeh in her room for a little while. We made some dinner for her while we waited. She must be starving. About 45 minutes later, we went back to her.

"Can you tell us what's the matter sweetpea?" Niall asked.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like being adopted. I don't want you guys to hit me or kick me or burn me or slap me. I just want to go home." She cried, sobbing again. My heart broke. She thought we were going to hurt her?

"We aren't going to hurt you honey. We already love you very much." Harry said, trying to grab her again. She just pushed his hand away.

"We made some dinner, do you want to eat?" I asked and she shrugged, burying her face in her knees.

"I'm sure you're hungry though, you haven't eaten in seven hours." Harry said, and Niall gasped.

"Seven hours? What?! I can't even go seven minutes!" He yelled in shock, and Nevaeh sat up and giggled a little, then immediately stopped.

"Cmon sunshine. Let's go eat!" I said, holding out my hand. She reluctantly grabbed it and followed us downstairs.

We made a bunch of things. We had pizza, salad, French fries, chicken nuggets and noodles. Nevaeh had that adorable shocked look in her eyes again.

"I've never seen this much food in my life!" She exclaimed, sitting down next to Louis and I. We handed her a plate with some food on it, and she slowly nibbled on a French fry. We were eating our food and talking, watching Nevaeh eat.

Nevaeh's POV:
The new boys made a lot of food for dinner, and I knew I couldn't eat all of it. At the orphanage there wasn't much food to go around, so I didn't eat a lot. I wasn't used to it. I was used to not eating a lot. After eating a little bit of everything I stopped, pushing my plate back.

"Thank you guys, but I'm all done." I said, hoping they wouldn't scold me or beat me.

"That's all you want to eat sweetie? You hardly ate anything" Niall pointed out.

"Yeah. This is enough for me, I'm not used to eating a lot." I explained weakly.

"No wonder you're so skinny Nevaeh. Can you please eat ten more bites? For me?" Harry pleaded, and I knew better than to not obey. I grabbed the plate again and ate a bite of salad. I knew I wouldn't be able to eat ten more bites. I already felt way too full. By the time I got to my seventh bite I gagged, but luckily didn't get sick.

"Okay Nevaeh, you can stop, you can stop." Niall said quickly, taking my food away. Thank god. I leaned back, feeling extremely full, but I was glad I obeyed.

"Can I go back to my room please?" I asked weakly.

"Of course you can Nevaeh, go ahead." Liam said, and I went back to my room and pulled out my journal. I was in a writing mood.

My journal was light pink. It was given to me by Nicole as a going away present for my fifth adoption. I wrote "property of Nevaeh Madison Winters." On it, but by now I had crossed off Winters and added every last name I've ever had. Down at the bottom, where there was barely room, I carefully wrote "Tomlinson." I was told that this was my new name. Why? What was wrong this the other names? Oh well. I wrote it, hoping I would never have to add another name. I flipped the journal open to the next clean page and wrote away, until I heard a knock on my door and the boys came in. I quickly tossed my journal away, but I'm pretty sure they saw it anyway, based on the suspicious looks they gave me.

Niall's POV:
We had just walked into Nevaeh's room and she had a little book in her hand. She tossed it away the second we came in. Weird.