1D) Adopted by Niall Horan *Under Major Editing

Ch. 5 Katie

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Niall's POV

My phone rang at ten o'clock that morning. "Hello, Louis," I sang. "Hellooo!" he sang back, "There is going to be a party today at seven at night until tomorrow for our album release." I thought about it for a minute. "Okay," I said, "Katie can watch Ellie." He sighed. "Whatever," he told me, obviously not approving of the situation, "Tell her to call Zayn if she runs into any issues, he isn't up to coming." "Okay," I said, "See you then!" I went back to sleep immediatly.

I was woke up again at two in the afternoon by Ellie. "Hi, daddy!" she said. "Hey, love," I said, "I have to leave for a party tonight at five, I'm going to leave you with Katie." She made a weird face before saying, "Okay."

I made her a ham sandwich and made one for myself too. "Hey," I said, "How about tomorrow evening, I take you to my favorite restaurant for dinner?" She smiled. "I would love that, daddy," she said. I smiled at her as I finished my food.

I got dressed in a t shirt and jeans and did my hair. As soon as I got out, I was greeted by Katie as I walked into the living room. "Hey babe," she said. "Hi," I said, feeling my social awkwardness as I leaned in to kiss her. "So," I said, "I left chicken and chips in the fridge for dinner, just heat them up in the microwave." She nodded and kissed me again, her lips lingering. I walked over to Ellie and gave her a hug. "Call Zayn if you need anything," I told her. She nodded as she started crying. "I'll miss you, daddy," she whimpered. "I'll miss you too, love," I said, feeling a tear escape my eye. I quickly wiped it away and walked out the door.

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Ellie's POV

Oh no. I'm stuck with the evil girl. "Stay out of my way," she said. I ran to my room as fast as I could. She picked up her phone and started talking on it. "Hey babe," she said, obviously talking to Niall. "Yeah Ian, I got the house." Ian? "Party at seven," she told him. "Kisses," she said, before hanging it up.

At seven, I heard people coming. I hid downstairs behind the sofa to watch people come in. "Hey Ian," she said to the one boy. "How'd ya get the famous boy's house?" he asked. "I'm dating him," she said, "Not really, but he thinks I am." Player. I almost screamed, but my hiding place would have been given away.

There had to have been atleast three hundred people there. They were all drinking and twerking and doing horrible things on the sofa. I eventually got up to go to my room when everyone was drunk. A guy screamed at me and punched me in the face on the way there, but I lived. "You've got this," I told myself as I ran to the stairs. I made it.

Not. Katie was right in front of me. "I thought I told you to stay in your room," she yelled, punching my arm. I heard it snap as her fist collided with it. I ran to my room and locked the door.

I started crying as I looked at my face. A huge bruise was forming. Even touching my arm hurt it to the point where I screamed. I took out my phone, but then realized. I couldn't call Niall.

Zayn.

I quickly searched Niall's room for any "love birds," first so I could lock the door. Then, I ran back to my room.

I pulled my phone out of my pillowcase and went through the contacts. Liam, Louis, Harry, Niall is the best, and.... Zayn!

I dialed the number into my phone as quickly as possible. "Hello," he said in a depressed voice. "Zayn," I said, "Its Ellie. I need help. Katie was supposed to be babysitting me and she threw a party." Tears began to spill out of my eyes again. "And she punched me in the wrist or arm," I said, "And I think its broken. And they broke the chandelier in the kitchen. Please help, there has to be atleast three hundred people here." "Calm down," he said, "Where are you?" he asked. "My bedroom, now," I told him. "Is the door locked?" he asked. "In mine and Niall's rooms," I told him. 'Okay," he said, "Open the window and lock yourself in the bathroom, that way, if they do get in, they will think you escaped." "Zayn," I said, "My room is fifty feet off the ground. They wouod never believe that." "They are drunk,' he replied, "They will believe anything." "Thank you, Zayn," I said. "No problem, babe," he said, "I'll be there in just a minute. Hang tight."

A few minutes later, I heard, "Get out!" Zayn. I listened as he searched the house, kicking people out. "And don't come back, Katie," he said, "You are unwelcomed here." She scoffed as she walked down the stairs and slammed the door.

Someone knocked on my door. I hid under the blankets and started shaking. "Stay away!" I screamed. "It's me," Zayn said. I went over and opened the door slowly. "Hey," he said. I hugged him with the one arm I had, wincing as the other arm touched his skin.

"Broken," he said, "Let's roll." We walked into the car together and Zayn sped me down the highway.

"Zayn," I said in the car. "Yes, love," he said. "Don't tell Niall," I told him, "I really don't want to ruin his week." "Okay babe," he said.

I felt faint as we entered the hospital, so Zayn carried me, bridal style. "Zayn," I asked, "Can you put me down for a second." He nodded as he put me down. "It hurts really bad," I told him. "Yeah," he said, "It will be okay, breaks hurt." "I've broken my wrist before," I said, "And it didn't hurt like this. He took my hand and gently rolled up my sleeve. It hurt so bad that it took all of my might to keep me from screaming. My whole wrist was black and blue. "Oh lord," he said as he pick me up again and ran down the hall to the emergency care unit.

Luckily, no one was there. "Doctor?" he yelled. A man came out and walked over to me. "Yes," he said, "What seems to be the problem?" "She broke her wrist," he said, "And its really bad. She wasn't in my care at the time." "Can you show me?" he asked. Zayn looked at me. "Roll it up," I said, clenching my teeth. He rolled the sleeve up as the doctor's eyes widened.

"It will need operated upon," he said, "Immediatly." "Right now?" I asked. "Yes, love," Zayn said, "But I won't leave, I'm staying here." I smiled as some men lifted me onto a stretcher. "Thanks, Zayn," I told him as they put something to my mouth. That was the last thing I remembered.

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Oh my gawd poor Niall has a cheating lying girl!!! I feel suckish about that :(

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