Adopted (Spanking Fic)

Chapter 1

Ages:

Niall: 13

Zayn: 16

Liam: 25

Chapter One:

Everyone's gathered downstairs because apparently there's a guy coming to adopt.

The social worker came over to me. "He wants to speak to you." She said.

Me? I was shocked.

I followed her to the waiting room.

A tall man stood up. He smiled at me."hello" he said. "H-Hi?" What the hell? Why am I stuttering? "I'm Liam." "I'm Niall." "I know." He chuckled.

Uh..creepy much?

I was kind of intimidated by him. I mean, seeing as I'm short and have a small figure and he's...

Soon came in Zayn. I glared at him. He glared back at me. "I take it you know each other?" Liam asked. He spit in my face.

I wiped it off. "What the hell!? You fucking bitch!" "Whoa, whoa, what's going on here?" Liam asked, his jaw clenched.

"Nothing." Zayn spat.

"Alright...I signed the papers earlier today i-" "you what!?" Zayn asked. "I'm not going with him!" I said. "And why not?" 

"I hate him!" "Well then I guess you're going to have to start liking him." "Fuck you." I spat.

"Say that again and I'll pop you in the mouth. I don't put up with cursing."

"Well then get used to it." I said.

He sighed. "C'mon." He said, walking out the door. We both slowly followed him to the car and got in.

It was a long quiet ride.

"So...Zayn. What do you do for fun?" "Skateboard." He said. "And you, Niall?" "I play guitar. And sing." I said.

He nodded.

We pulled up into a driveway. In front was a pretty big sized two-story house.

We all got out, following Liam to the door.

"I'll show you around." He said.

We followed him. "Upstairs is the bathroom and bedrooms. This is the living room. Here's the kitchen..dining room. My office is down the hall, here." We followed him upstairs. 

"My bedroom is the first one here. Zayn, yours is next to mine, and Niall, yours is across from zayns. The bathroom is at the end of the hall."

We both nodded, looking into our rooms. "Now...We need to set some rules. follow." we followed him to the living room. I plopped down and so did they. I put my feet up on the table.

"Feet down." He said, pushing them off.

I rolled my eyes.

"First of all, stop rolling your eyes and show me some respect." I glared at him. "I barely know you, so no, I won't show you respect."

"Fair enough. But don't roll your eyes at me. I'm just here to help."

I rolled my eyes again.

Zayn scoffed.

"1: No cussing." He said this looking at me.

"2: no being disrespectful.

3: no skipping school

4: pick up after yourself