Reaching Towards the Stars

Meeting the Boys

Hey, so this is my first 1D fanfiction, so I hope I did okay. I sort of imagined the main character as Sabrina Carpenter, but it's fine if you do someone else. Just wanna say that I love writing this, cause most of the boys turn out as 'older brother' figures, and I've never had any, so... Hope you like it... -Jewelz2002

I sat at the table as I waited for my day to start. I was reading a romance novel, tea in hand and my blonde hair hung in curls around me. I turned the page, the old paper crinkling and sending off the fresh scent of an old book. I breathed it in, closing my eyes and sipping my tea delicately.

The peaceful moment only lasted until Mum woke up. I don't think she means to, but she can be very cranky in the morning. Let's just say I warned you if you ever decide to stay the night, (not that she would allow it).

She trudged down the stairs, her slow footsteps letting me know to hide my book in my school bag which hung across my chair. She doesn't like me reading when I don't have to. Says I could be using the time to work or clean. I disagree.

"Where's my tea?" She asked, falling heavily in the chair I had just been sitting in.

"In the pot," I said, opening the fridge for some eggs and grabbing the bread from the breadbox.

"Get it for me." She ordered, picking up the newspaper that lay strewn across the table.

I rolled my eyes and fetched a mug from the cupboard, pouring the tea after flipping the eggs. She was always like this, but sometimes much worse. I think it's safe to say, that excessive detail isn't necessary at the moment.

I put some toast in the toaster and slid the tea under the newspaper Mum was reading. I pulled out a plate and looked towards my preoccupied mother and said, "How many eggs?"

"Two." I looked down at the pan in which I had put the last of the eggs. There were only two, so I sighed and consented with just a piece of toast and my tea, which was growing cold.

The toast popped out and I slid one piece on the plate and put the eggs on it. I put it in front of Mum and grabbed my toast. Taking my tea, I sat in the chair furthest from her, not wanting to draw too much attention to myself.

After a moment's silence, Mum put her newspaper down and cleared her throat. 

"Your Uncle Simon wants to adopt you." I blanched, not really comprehending what was happening. Uncle Simon? I hardly knew him. Adopt? "I'm saying yes."

"You're giving me up? Just like that?" I asked, disappointment an animal in my chest, "Why?"

She stiffened, "It's not like it's my idea, but you need a better home. I can't provide for you, now that your father's gone."

My father. He left us six months ago, leaving us in debt and a broken family. He was the only one who had ever seemed to like me because my mum had never wanted me. She even told me once that she regretted not aborting me.

"But-" I couldn't go on, seeing her point. I didn't really like her that much, but she was the closest thing I had to my dad, and he was amazing...

She sighed and looked down, "I know it's hard, but it's the best thing for you. You'll get the chance at a full education, a life, whereas, here I'm unable to give any of that to you." It was true. I didn't go back to school once my dad left, and I sort of missed getting out of the house.

"What will happen to you?" I asked, truly concerned, which was surprising, "When I'm gone, what will you do?"

"I'll manage," she said not meeting my eyes, "I might even try and start over."