One Direction is Adopting Me?

Chapter five

BROOKIES P.O.V

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S DEAD?" I yelled into my phone. I was sobbing. the orphanage had caught fire and Ms. Carpaid called to tell me Kayla, my only friend, is dead. I don't believe it. I won't believe it! I didn't hear my door open, or hear Niall walk in. he had his arms around me.

"I'm sorry Brook. the fire was too severe. she had burns that went through her arms and legs. there was nothing they could do. again, I'm sorry. look, I've got to go and collect things that survived the fire. call if you need anything. please." I heard before she hung up.

I tucked my knees up to my chest and rocked back and forth. no. she is NOT dead. this won't happen.  I cried into my knees. I told her I would call her. I never did. God I feel like shit. Niall walked to me and picked me up. he held me so my legs were around his waist and he had his left hand on my back and his right hand under my bum (this is NOT sexual) supporting me. I buried my head into Niall's neck and cried. he hugged me tight and whispered many "I love you's" and "everything will be okay's" in my ear.

I just continued to cry until I had cried myself dry. I stayed in the same position as I was in. I was tired, but I didn't want to sleep. I yawned.

"go to sleep Princess," Niall whispered.

"I'm afraid to, daddy," I said.

"we can go down stairs with the others, and you can sleep there. I will not leave you. I promise," he said. I agreed. I would always feel safer with family with me. Niall carried me down the stairs, and turned into the living area. he didn't sit. he walked around the room. I felt my eyes get heavy and I slowly drifted into nightmares, about my parents.

NIALL'S P.O.V

My poor Princess. she was horrified by the death of her friend. I heard her yawn.

"go to sleep, Princess," I whispered in her ear.

"I'm afraid to, daddy," she said. I had tears running silently down my face.

"we can go down stairs with the others, and you can sleep.there. I will not leave you. I promise," I said calmly, trying not to choke on the tears. she only nodded. I walked downstairs with her in my arms. she was surprisingly light weight. I know she isn't anorexic or bulimic because she eats like me. food might not make an affect on her body like it normally does to their people.

when I walked into the living room, I got looks from the others. I put my finger up to my mouth, signaling them to stay quiet. they nodded. Perrie turned the tv down on low and watched The X Factor silently. I didn't sit down. I was afraid she was asleep, and if I sat down, she would wake, so I just walked around the room, rubbing my hand in circles on her back.

I'm glad Uncle Simon told us to adopt a kid. I thought it was going to be too much responsibility, but she is perfect. I love Brookie. I love Simon for giving me the chance to meet her. to love her. I admit that I didn't want to when Simon told us to. I'm ashamed of that.

flashback

"boys. how are you?" uncle Si asked us when we stepped in to his office. we nodded in response.

"what did you need to talk about?" I asked. he had called us in to talk about something urgent and it would raise publicity.

"well. I want you to adopt a child. it will be great. you will gain responsibility and publicity," he told us. a kid? we can barely take care of ourselves let alone, a child. it's official. the Simon Cowell has gone mad.