1D) Adopted by Niall Horan *Under Major Editing

Adopted by Niall Horan

I am currently making all of this in present tense and making it better, so just bear with me :)

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"Wake up, Allie," Miss Kylee says. I roll over. "My name," I breathe, "Is Ellie." "I don't care," she replies, "You are my last orphan. I just want to get rid of you so that I can be a dentist." I sigh. She would make a horrible dentist. I walk downstairs for breakfast.

I sit in silence. The last of the orphans left at least a year ago. I have gotten adopted several times, and returned. I have scars to prove it and, to make things worse, I am only eleven, but I have some experiences that even some sixteen year olds haven't been through.

I groan a little as I look down at my disgusting breakfast. Oatmeal has always looked like puke me, but that is all that Ms Allie serves to her orphans in the morning.

"Can I go to Dunkin' Doughnuts for breakfast instead?" I ask.

She digs $20 out of her pocket. "Knock yourself out," she says, "Anything to finally get this house to myself." I walk out happily.

I love Dunkin' Doughnuts. It is my favorite breakfast joint, and Miss Kylee always gives me extra money, so I walk into ASDA first.

ASDA is literally the coolest, you find the most stupid people there. Like, last week, I met this toothless guy (granted I didn't talk to him) and a few months ago, there was this old man with an extremely low v neck shirt, which was amusing and disgusting at the same time.

I grab a chapstick, some ponytails, headbands, and a new sweatshirt. I put the sweatshirt on as soon as I checked out and pulled my long hair back into a french braid.

I walk into Dunkin' Doughnuts by myself. I always feel awkward walking in by myself in the morning because the Dunkin' Doughnuts on my street is always filled couples and families in the morning. And I am a lonely eleven year old. Yeah, awkward.

However, this morning, I am not the only lonely person. There is a blonde man who looks about twenty years old sitting in a booth by himself drinking his coffee. I order a doughnut and chocolate milk before walking over to sit by him.

"Hi," I tell him, flashing my best smile in hopes to make him happier, "I'm Ellie. I know what it is like to sit all by myself surrounded by groups, I do it all the time."

He smiles. "Why thank you, love," he says, also flashing me a smile, one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen, "Why are you here all by yourself?"

"Well," I tell him, "I'm an orphan. Sometimes. I've been adopted like ten times, but it never worked out well."

He frowns a little. "What do you mean?" he asks. I sigh.

"Between you and me only?" I ask. He nods. "Cross your heart?" I ask.

He crossed it. "Cross my heart," he replies, smiling.  He seems sincere enough, so I take his word for it.

"You see," I say, "I have been abused every time." His mouth drops, and,  I'm pretty sure his eyes widen under his thick shades.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Niall," he says. I smile at him.

"That's a pretty name," I tell him.

"Your name is pretty too," he says, "Is that your full name? Ellie?" I nod.

"Yeah, that was my real mum's name. She died when I was five. She taught me how to do my hair like this. She always told me to keep it long because it was pretty that way." I smile thinking about my mum.

I loved my mum so much growing up. You know how every little girl looks up to someone, usually a famous actress or cartoon. My mum was that person.

"Where do you live now?" he asks.

"Miss Kylee's adoption center," I tell him.

He tilts his head slightly. "Are you the only girl there?" he asks, "I thought that place closed a long time ago."

"Yes," I tell him, "I will be adopted soon though. Don't worry. Hopefully, this time I will get a good mum or daddy or even both would be pretty cool."

He smiles. "I'm sure you will be," he said, "You are a good little girl, Ellie." "Thank you, Niall," I said, "You are a very good man." I drank up the rest of my milk.

"What time is it?" I asked. "Eleven thirty," he said. "Crap," I said, knowing that Miss Kylee would be mad, "I have to leave now. It was a pleasure meeting you though!" "You too!" he said. I ran out the door down the street.

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"You're an hour late!" Miss Kylee said. "I'm so sorry," I begged, "Please don't take away my dinner!" "Clean your room," she said, "And we'll be all good." I nodded and began to scrub the floors of my bedroom.

It was practically clean in thirty minutes, so I thought about my future parents. I got on my knees and prayed the way that my mom taught me.

"Hey God," I said, "It's me, Ellie again. I was wondering if maybe you could get someone good to adopt me. Nothing too fancy, just a mum or a dad or even both that are nice and can take care of me and don't hurt me. Also, it would be nice if they could sing me to sleep like my mum used too do......"

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