Eleanor's POV
A noise sounds at the door: a key being pushed through the slot. The polished red door swings open, and my mother appears in the threshold with a small cage hanging from her fingers. My already large smile widens, because I know exactly what hides inside the dark corners of the metal box.
"Annabelle! Come down here!" I yell as I grab the cage from my mothers hands and hide it below the counters of the kitchen.
A gloomy looking Annabelle appears at the bottom of the steps, her eyes locking on the wooden surface below her.
"I have some news.." I say, trying as hard as I can to sound sad. Her eyes darken and finally travel to mine.
"W- What is it?" She asks, sounding afraid.
"Well, mother went to the store.." I trail off, and look at the ground.
"And?!" Annabelle asks, getting anxious.
"Annabelle, I'm so sorry. Mother-" I get interrupted.
"GOT A NEW FAMILY MEMBER!" Niall shouts. The words sink in, and Annabelle takes the bait.
"Mom brought home a man?! What about Dad? They're still married! What the hell!" She shouts, clearly angrered.
That's when the little fur ball barks and runs into the room, followed by Mum.
"Nice acting, El." Niall high fives me.
The golden puppy with brown specks runs over and jumps onto my older sister, whose smile shines brighter than the sun.
"TACO!" Niall shouts out. We all turn to him, confused.
"That's what we should name him. He looks like a taco.. Minus the lettuce, cheese, sauce-" He explains.
"We get it, Niall." Annabelle interrupts. She wears a genuine smile, and happily pets Taco.
"Welcome to the family, Taco." I sigh happily.
A/N -
This was a filler chapter, so when shit goes down in the next chapter, EXPECT IT!
I have this whole story planned out and I'm so excited yay!
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