Adopted...By One Direction?!?*UNDER MAJOR EDITING*

Adopted...By One Direction?!?

Liam's POV.

We were on our way to a orphanage. Simon and management thought it would be best if we adopted a kid. They thought it would bring more publicity. Well it would, But it would give the poor kid a hard life. 

I then started thinking about other things. Would we be getting a boy or a girl? How old would they be? What will they look like? All of these questions raced through my head, I needed too know.

" Uh, Guys. Are we getting a boy or a girl?" They all looked at me.

"I vote girl," I told them.  I don't know. I just felt like we needed a girl in the house besides our girlfriends.

"Girl."

"Girl."

"Girl."

"Boy."

I looked at Zayn. Well. Four beats one. So i guess were getting a girl. Wait.

"What age?" I asked the lads.

"Hm. 6-8?" Harry. Of course, asked.

"8-11?" Asked Zayn and Niall.

Then me and Louis asked Together. "11-14." 

I smirked. Since Lou was the oldest And I Was the most responsible, The boys reluctantly agreed. I could see Disappointment in their eyes. Oh well, Finally we arrived at the orphanage. I practically jumped over the other lads to get to the door first. When i reached it I knocked, a Lady about 30 answered. She smiled when she saw us.

"Come In,Come In. You young boy's are looking too adopt, Correct?" I nodded. That was when i heard it. The beautiful Singing coming from upstairs. The lady must have noticed it too, Because her warm welcoming smile was replaced by a disgusting scowl.

"Oh. One of the children must have left the radio on. Why don't you play with some of the kids while i go shut it off? Please excuse me," I watched her walk up the stairs before  a boy about 6 pulled me off somewhere too play.

Drew's POV.

I sat on my bed in my loose floral print top, my skinny jeans, my makeup simple, white sparkly eye shadow, with a little bit of mascara.  My hair up in a bun and my bangs pulled back with a American flag bandanna. My nails were a light blue, My purple vans at the foot of my hard uncomfortable bed. 

I held my Journal in my hands, I had just finished writing a song. I titled it a thousand years, I then started singing.

"Heart beats fast

Colors and promises

How to be brave

How can I love when

I'm afraid

To fall

But watching you stand alone

All of my doubt

Suddenly goes away somehow

One step closer
I have died everyday

waiting for you

Darlin' don't be afraid

I have loved you

 for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still

beauty in all she is

I will be brave

I will not let anything