Adopted by One Direction

Unpacking and the Talk

Harry made some sandwiches while the rest of us hung around the kitchen, chatting. Liam brought his laptop down to play a One Direction song for me. The song was called What Makes You Beautiful, it was really catchy and I couldn't help but bob my head along with the beat. Then he played Kiss You, and I started guessing who sang which part."It's Zayn! And...I think it's Harry. Then Liam? Zayn again! That Irish accent is no doubt Niall's."The guys played a few more songs for me and I kept guessing their parts. Their songs were quite nice, and I found a strange sort of comfort in their voices."You're a hundred per cent correct!" Harry said as he handed me a sandwich. "That was amazing, how could you recognize our voices after only being  with us for half a day?"I gave a little shrug, blushing. "I'm good at remembering things."Then I bit into my sandwich. It was ham and cheese, nothing special, but it was fantastic compared to the 'meat pie' I had for lunch at the orphanage this morning. I was finishing up my sandwich when Liam said, "So. It's getting late and I'm sure Passion is really tired after all the hustle and bustle of today. "I nodded in agreement. I did feel tired-the day had been pretty exhausting,

  especially the 'waiting for One Direction' part. Those two hours pretty much killed me."I think it's better if we just stay in tonight, get everything ready, then go shopping tomorrow."Yeah, good idea." Niall said, reaching for his, like, the sixth sandwich?"OK, so Passion, you could just go unpack and take a shower now." Liam continued. "We'll be in the living room, so just yell down if you need anything."I giggled at how crazy that sounded. "Yeah, I should probably go unpack now." I stood up and brushed some crumbs from me. "Thanks for the sandwich, Harry, and see you guys." They waved at me cheerily as I headed back up, my heart a lot lighter than it had ever been. I went back up to my bedroom, admiring it once more. I couldn't believe I would actually be living here, permanently. I felt like I couldn't ever thank the boys well enough.

They brought me from my unhappy old life to this new life, where someone actually cared about me and wanted me to be happy. It was an entirely different experience for me. Before, nobody ever loved me. I never had a friend. I felt very relieved to have escaped from that life. I went over to my backpack and started taking my things out. There wasn't much stuff to unpack. Two T-shirts from last summer that barely fitted me anymore, a few pairs of jeans, socks and underwear, and a pair of scruffy old trainers. Finally, from the bottom of my backpack, I pulled out my favourite item of clothing. A warm cream-coloured sweater with small pink hearts all over it. Just a few weeks ago, when September came and the weather started getting cooler, the orphanage had given it to me. Some people donated clothes to the orphanage, and since I had no clothes for the winter season, they let me have the sweater. It was practically brand new and fitted me perfectly, so I fell in love with it. I put all my clothes except for the sweater and a pair of pyjama bottoms into the closet. I also put away all my other possessions. In less than five minutes, I was done unpacking. Then I went to the bathroom to take a shower.

As I waited for the water to heat up, I stared at myself in the mirror. There weren't mirrors in the orphanage left around for us to gaze into, so it was the first time I'd looked at my own reflection in three months. In some ways, I still looked the same. My thick black curls cascaded past my elbows. I still had my big mocha eyes and a small nose. But I had changed too. Most of the cuts and bruises that my father had given me before he died were rapidly fading away. I'd lost a lot of weight as well since my meals at the orphanage were far from nutritious. as I giggled at how crazy that sounded.  I stood up and brushed some crumbs from me. "Thanks for the sandwich, Harry, and see you guys." They waved at me cheerily as I headed back up, my heart a lot lighter than it had ever been. I went back up to my bedroom, admiring it once more. I couldn't believe I would actually be living here, permanently. I felt like I couldn't ever thank the boys well enough. They brought me from my unhappy old life to this new life, where someone actually cared about me and wanted me to be happy.