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YOU ADOPT A BABY

Harry:

After visiting Africa in January, he’d been wondering how he could help the children who have nothing. You’d been made infertile after a horse incident, but you’ve always wanted children. If just felt right to adopt a baby, well, not exactly a baby, she was five years old and lost her parents to AIDs.

She looked a bit like you, considering you were mixed-race. You watched her sleep, the first night she landed in England, she looked so peaceful.

'[Y/N], she's going to be here tomorrow.' moaned Harry.

'Harry, I'm a mother. I never thought this was possible.' you said, tears in your eyes. He sat down with you, wrapping his arm around you.

'You know what? You're going to be an amazing one.' he kissed your head and your daughter's head.

This was perfect. You, Harry and your child.

Was it possible to feel so much love for a child you barely knew?

Louis

You were adopted by two wonderful people, and you were lucky. You loved them as if they were your real parents. You looked upto to them, because despite them already having a large family, they gave you a life you thought only existed in dreams. You knew that if they hadn’t been there for you, you wouldn’t be where you are now.

You wanted to give a child the same life you had, the comfort ability you had, it only felt right. When you mentioned the idea to Louis he was all for it.

So, after about 3 months of trying, you found the most adorable little boy. He had blue eyes just like Louis, which was weird, but it made him look like your real son. The way him and Louis just clicked. Over the past three months Louis had been so nervous, scared they wouldn’t let you adopt because of his career choice, but once he saw this boy, he stopped being so tense. And the little boy’s name?

Blu. He was left on a doorstep, until he was blue with cold, and his eyes were blue. It suited him perfectly.

'[Y/N], can we take him? Please?' You didn't even need to think about it, Blu was it, the perfect little boy. You nodded and after about a month of papers needing to be signed and spot checks, Blu was yours.

Blu, Louis and you. Your own perfect family.

Liam

On your doorstep, a baby was left on your doorstep in the pouring rain.

'Look after him, I couldn't.' the note on his stomach read.

'Liam!' You called.

'Yeah, [Y/N].'

'A baby. There's a baby.' you said pointing at the cot, still shocked. Liam's eyes widened at the sight before regaining his senses, taking the baby inside. He couldn't have been more than 8 months, maybe 9.

'What should we do with it?' you asked.

'Um, child services?'

'Good idea.' you said, taking the phone. They were closed for the holidays. You stared at this beautiful baby. Who would leave someone so young on a strangers doorstep. That made you so angry.

'Well, we could find out who her mother is?' said Liam.

'Are you crazy? Her mother left her in the pouring rain, a baby that can barely walk, in the pouring, Liam, we are not going to find her mother.' You cried. You had no idea who the baby's mother was, but you'd never hated someone so much in your life.

'We could wait? Just for a bit, until y'know, they reopen Child Services. Then we'll take her there?' he suggested. You agreed.

You spent the weekend with her. You wondered what her name was? She looked like a Leila. Leila. Yeah, that suited her. Over the weekend, you didn’t think you’d ever felt so whole. You don’t think Liam had ever been so happy. On the Sunday night, you watched her sleep. Liam came into your bedroom and climbed into bed. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. A tear slid down your rosy cheek.