Little Wing (Adopted by One Direction)

Chapter Seven: Sickness and Priorities

Eve's POV

Later that day, I had covered myself in four blankets, and was sweating under them. My head also hurt, along with my stomach.

My feet were on top of Harry's legs, as he played a game on the telly against Zayn.

"Harry" I croaked out. It also hurt to talk. "Yea" he replied, his eyes still glued on the screen and his fingers moving things on that little box thing.

"I don't feel good." I whispered out. he frowned, pausing the telly game and came over me, feeling my forehead. His frown got bigger.

"You're head is really hot!" He exclaimed. "Lou!" He yelled, and soon a confused Louis came in, holding a bowl of grapes. He also frowned, looking at my situation.

What was it and these boys with frowning?!

Weirdos.

"What's wrong, boo?" He tilted his head, putting his grapes down and coming over to me. "I think she's sick" Harry sighed. "My baby's sick?!" Louis questioned coming over to feel my head as well.

"Aw, my baby's sick." He pouted, and I felt a lurch in my stomach.

"I'm gonna throw up." I whispered, a single tear slipping out. Harry's hands swooped under my armpits, jogging over to the bathroom.

I barely made it to the toilet before spilling my breakfast out, and falling to the ground, silently crying.

"I'm sorry" I croaked, suddenly feeling ashamed and guilty.

"No baby, it's not your fault!" Harry told me, lifting me up and bouncing us up and down. He carried me up to my bed, tucking me in and kissing my head.

"Get some sleep, you'll feel better." He mumbled as Louis walked in the room, smiling when he saw me.

"All ready for a nap, are we?" He laughed. I nodded. "Can you stay?" I asked him.

"Of course" he replied, slipping under the covers next to me. Before he was too close to me, I stopped him. "Wait!"

He looked at me confused "I don't wanna make you sick."

"Eve, you're my kid. Trust me, that's the least of my worries babe." He told me, pulling me close to him.

I never really thought of myself as their daughter. I guess it was true, but it would be weird to think of them as my family. What would daddy think? Would he be mad that I was replacing him?

But then again, daddy told me it was okay to move on from him. was it? I wanted to listen to what he had to say, but not let go to who I loved the most.

I turned around to face Louis, who was looking at me with sleepy eyes, and smiled. "Hey baby, get some sleep." He sighed. I nodded and closed my eyes.

Maybe this was home. Maybe these boys loved me for more than just a picture. Maybe... maybe they were my family. I mean, whenever Grandma or Grandpa would hit me, I would feel scared and angry. But when Zayn hit me, I knew it wasn't him, and it was just that drink. He's been apologizing to me for days, and I hear him cry at night.

I will take things one step at a time with him. But for now,

I'll just sleep.

*****

I woke up to soft crying. Who was crying? I opened my eyes and felt confused. Why was he in my room crying?

"Zayn? Are you okay?" I asked worried. He looked at me and shook his head, laughing.

"No, I'm not. I am so so sorry, and I know nothing I say will make up for the fact that I hi-" But before he finished, I flung my arms around him.