Daddy (a Harry Styles adoptive story)

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(Harry's P.O.V)

(The next day)

It wasn't that hard of a decision, really. I knew exactly which orphan I wanted to adopt the moment I saw them. I just pretended to be pondering which one I wanted.

I noticed that all of the children looked depressed, scared, and underfed. The girls' hair was messy and the boys had dirt on their faces. Ms. Thompson didn't show that she cared for the children at all. I noticed this when I walked in and saw her yelling at a little girl with red, straight hair. She looked about six, and I heard Ms. Thompson call her Lily.

As soon as I said that I was looking to adopt, she called all of the children down for me to see. Before I left, I told her that I would let her know my decision the next day and come back to pick up the child. I got every child's information, including the types of personalities that they each had.

I had looked through all of the information the night before, and my decision was confirmed. It was now 2:00 in the afternoon, and I had told Ms. Thompson that I would be back at the orphanage at 4:00. The orphanage was two hours away, so I grabbed my keys and left.

(Andrea's P.O.V)

(That morning)

I had been awake for several hours. I was already dressed and ready in my best rags- I mean clothes, and was sitting on my bed singing. It was a song on heard on the radio called Fix You.

I've never let anyone hear me sing, and I never will. Nobody knows that I'm constantly talking in my head, but the words never reach my lips. I've been quiet ever since my abuse started, which was when I was really little. I'm not silent, just quiet.

By the time I had finished the song, everyone was up and getting ready to look their best for our visitor. The tall man would be coming and would pick a kid to adopt. I hoped to God that it would be Lily. She was so sweet and innocent, and she deserved a home. The man didn't look rich or famous, but he looked kind and caring. That meant that whoever was adopted would have a good fatherly figure that they never got. At least most of them never did.

I was thinking how, if the man was rich, Lily's life could be like Annie's from the movie Annie. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the main door downstairs. Some kids were squealing when they saw who it was, but some ran and hid in their rooms, because I heard doors shutting and beds creaking. I looked at the clock on the wall in the room and saw that it was 3:30. The tall man wouldn't be here for another half hour. I ignored the squealing and hiding children and drifted off to sleep.