For You // Adopted by 5sos

two

- Ashton -

The drive to the orphanage was dead silent. There was an unbearable tension in the air.

"It's all Luke's fault," Michael hissed. "If the idiot hadn't have gotten drunk and punched that reporter we wouldn't be doing this."

"Shut the hèll up," Luke argued back. "Maybe if you weren't out  drinking every night we wouldn't be in this mess."

"That's rich coming from you," Michael retorted, letting out a sarcastic chuckle.

"Enough!" I cried, sick of them fighting. "Stop blaming each other because this is everyone's fault."

The car went back to being dead silent, and in a matter of ten minutes we rolled up to the building. We reluctantly got out the car and walked behind Dave up to the door.

We knocked and waited. I glanced over my shoulder to find Calum staring down at the ground. Luke and Michael were facing away from each other with both of their arms crossed over their chest.

"You guys are acting like children," I rolled my eyes, then smiled when the door opened.

A grown woman stood there, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had a glowing, happy aura to her. Almost comforting.

"You must be Ashton. You're adopting Alanna, right?" the lady asked with a smile.

"Yes," I nodded, and went inside when she stepped to the side.

"I'll go get her," the lady nodded. "My name is Angela, by the way."

"Nice to meet you," I shook hands with her, then watched as she disappeared up the stairs.

The orphanage was fairly quiet, but I could hear distant small voices coming from upstairs. Suddenly a girl appeared at the top of the stairs next to Angela. They came down, both of them carrying a suitcase. I noticed three girls sadly trailing behind them.

"Does she really have to go?" one of the girls trailing behind them whined.

"Yes she does, Abby," Angela chuckled.

I looked over my shoulder to see the other boys peering over me, staring down at the girls. They seemed to be in shock; like they couldn't believe this was actually happening.

The girl with the suitcases looked me up and down. "This is who's adopting me?" she cried, turning to look at Angela. 

Angela nodded, still smiling. "What did we talk about yesterday? You'll be fine."

The younger girl nodded, and awkwardly stared at the floor as Angela led me to an office room to fill out a few more papers. After that I came back out to a rather sad scene.

The youngest girl, who really couldn't be older than ten, was desperately clinging to the girl I was adopting – Alanna. The one to speak first, Abby, was clinging to her arm. The last girl was crying, all while trying to get the two girls off Alanna.

"It'll be okay," Elle was desperately patting them all on the back.

"No it won't. We'll miss you too much!" Abby cried.