Adopted By One Direction

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Nevaeh's POV:
"What do you mean?" Niall asked, and Liam kicked him in the shin.

"Ow." Niall glowered, glaring at Liam.

"Look, Nevaeh, we did read your journal and we're sorry. We just had to get to know something about you, you weren't talking to us." Liam explained.

"So what? That doesn't give you the right to read my journal!" I exclaimed, burying my face into my pillow. I had a lot of personal stuff written in there. Nobody was meant to see it. Ever.

"Well... How bad did you think it was?" I asked in a small voice, and they all grabbed me in a group hug.

"We aren't going to let any of that happen to you here Nevaeh, I promise." Harry said, rubbing my back. I couldn't help it, I started crying. Maybe I finally had hope here.

"Do you want some breakfast Nevaeh? We made pancakes!" Niall said, jumping up and down. This boy was crazy about his food.

"Okay!" I said, giggling and following him downstairs.

Harry's POV:
I smiled as Nevaeh followed Niall down the stairs. She seemed to have forgiven us for reading the journal, and she was starting to trust us. We followed them downstairs, where Niall was showing Nevaeh how big of a pancake stack he could make.

"We have a busy day today, you guys!" I said, grabbing three pancakes myself.

"What do we have today?" Louis asked, eating a bite of his pancakes.

"We have an interview and a signing. We'll probably get home at around 4:00. We have to leave at 10" I said. I looked at the clock. It was already 9:15.

"Do I have to come too?" Nevaeh asked.

"Of course you do Nevaeh. Feel free to go get ready when you're done eating." Louis said and Nevaeh nodded, finishing her pancakes and running upstairs.
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Nevaeh's POV:
I went upstairs to get ready for the interview and signing. I was nervous-what if they made me come out during the interview?

I brushed out my hair and put on some leggings and a white shirt, and I tied a red and purple flannel around my waist. I put on my combat boots and did my makeup. I looked at the clock. I still have ten minutes left. I went downstairs to find Louis and Liam waiting.

"I see you're ready to go Nevaeh!" Louis said, grinning at me. Louis is probably my favorite.

"Yeah! Where are Niall and Harry?" I asked.

"Taking forever to get ready, as usual." Liam said, smirking. I giggled and sat next to them, and Louis pulled me into his lap. I shuddered, wondering what he was going to do to me. I relaxed a little when he didn't hurt me, just started playing with my hair.

"Soooo much hair!" Louis said, messing with it. I giggled a little.

"Maybe we should cut it. You would look so different without it." Louis said, twisting it around in his hands.

"No!" I yelled, surprised at how harsh I sounded. Louis pulled back a little.

"Sorry. I've never cut my hair in my life and it's special. My mom used to play with it before she died." I explained, and as usual, everyone's expression softened. Everyone always pitied me when I brought my mother up, and I guess it's to be expected.

"So, Nevaeh.. How did your mom die?" Liam asked slowly.

"My dad killed her. Just a few days before my fourth birthday. He shot her in the head with a gun and nearly did the same to me." I said simply, and both boy's eyes widened.