Harry made some sandwiches while the rest of us hanged around the kitchen chatting. Liam brought his laptop down, and he played a One Direction song for me to listen. The song, called What Makes You Beautiful, was really catchy and I couldn't help bobbing my head along with the beat. Then he played Kiss You, and I started guessing who sang which part.
"It's Zayn! And...I think it's Harry. Then Liam, obviously! Zayn again! Niall!"
The guys played a few more songs for me and I kept guessing their parts. I listened to Gotta Be You, One Thing and Little Things.
"You're a hundred percent correct!" Harry said as he handed me a sandwich. "You're so awesome, how could you recognize our voices when you've been with us for only half a day?"
I shrugged. "I'm good at remembering things."
Then I bit into my sandwich. It was ham and cheese, nothing special, but it was fantastic compared to the 'meat pie' I had for lunch at the orphanage this morning.
"Thanks." I said, "You're not too bad a cook."
I was finishing up my sandwich when Liam said,
"So. There's not much time for us to go out tonight, it's getting late and I'm sure Passion is really tired."
I nodded in agreement. I did feel tired, today was pretty exhausting, especially the 'waiting for One Direction' part. Those two hours pretty much killed me.
"I think it's better if we just stay in tonight, get everything ready, then we'll go shopping tomorrow."
"Yeah, good idea." Niall said, reaching for his, like, sixth sandwich?
"OK, so Passion, you could just go unpack and take a shower now." Liam continued. "We'll be in the living room, so just yell down if you need anything."
"Yeah, I should probably go unpack now." I said, standing up and brushing the crumbs off me. "Thanks for the sandwich, Harry, and bye guys."
I went back up to my bedroom, admiring it once more. I couldn't believe I would actually be living here, permanently. I felt like I couldn't ever thank the boys well enough. They brought me from my unhappy old life to this life, where someone actually cares about me and wants me to be happy. It was an entirely different experience for me. Before, nobody ever loved me. I never had a friend. I felt very relieved to have escaped from that life.
I went over to my backpack, and started taking my things out. There wasn't much stuff to unpack. Two T-shirts from last summer that barely fit me now, a few pairs of jeans, socks and underwear, and a pair of scruffy old trainers. Finally, from the bottom of my backpack, I pulled out my favorite item of clothing. A warm cream-colored sweater with small pink hearts all over it. Just a few weeks ago, when September came and the weather started getting cooler, the orphanage gave it to me. Some people donated clothes to the orphanage, and since I had no clothes for the winter season, they let me have the sweater. It was practically brand new and fitted me perfectly, so I fell in love with it.
I put all my clothes except for the sweater and a pair of pajama bottoms into the closet. I also put away all my other possessions. In less than five minutes, I finished unpacking. Then I went to the bathroom to take a shower.
As I waited for the water to heat up, I stared at myself in the mirror. There wasn't a mirror in the orphanage, so it was the first time I've looked at my own reflection in three months. In some ways, I still looked the same. My thick black curls cascaded past my elbows. I still had my big black eyes and small nose. But I changed too. Most of the cuts and bruises that my father had given me before he died were fading away. I lost a lot of weight too, since the orphanage barely fed me.
