"adopted"

I woke up on the streets of London. The black of the night surrounding me as I sat up. My head was spinning and my wrist felt like it was on fire. "

"ADDY!!!" I heard someone scream my name in a worried tone. It seemed as if this person was worried or scared. I narrowed my unadjusted eyes and tried to make out who or what it was that was calling for me.

The person came closer and bent down to my side. I felt sick and dizzy and I was having trouble staying awake.

"I-it's going to be alright, Addy," He said in a calm tone as I slowly drifted to a dark, black, silent sleep.

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I guess I should start from the beginning.

My name is Addison Witlock, I'm a nineteen year old from London. I watch YouTube, stalk stars on Tumblr, and eat most of the day. Oh, and I'm pretty much obsessed with Dan Howell and Phil Lester.

Those two people made me smile when no one else did.

For the first sixteen years of my life, I never had anyone there for me. I was an orphan and I lived in the orphanage pretty much my whole life. Yea, I self harmed.

The people in the orphanage were awful. They would always shove me into walls, punch me, throw me down on the ground and beat me up, or embarrass me in front of potential parents. No one ever had an interest in adopting me.

Like I said, I am slightly obsessed with Dan and Phil. They helped me when I was depressed and cutting. I still am, but it's gotten better. I can wear short sleeved shirts and not get weird looks from people that come to adopt.

Little did I know, my life was taking a turn for the better on October 6th, 2012 at 12:09 p.m.

It was a normal Thursday, usually no one came in, and I was locked up inside my cage of a room. When I heard the door open, I got a little curious. I took off my headphones and cracked my door open slightly. All of the kids rushed downstairs so they could get seen and possibly picked.

I opened my door a little more when all of the kids were gone from the hallway. I slowly came from my room and closed the door behind me. I slowly made my way to the top of the stairs and my heart stopped when his brown eyes met mine. They were like chocolate and I knew immediately who it was.

This was no ordinary soon-to-be parent. No, this was Daniel James Howell himself. He was standing in the doorway of my orphanage.

I took a few seconds to fangirl to myself and I slowly walked downstairs.

Now, I was quite a tiny nineteen year old at the time but I mean, I wasn't like an ugly kind of skinny nor was I hideous. I was just built fragilely.

Dan looked at me while Mrs.Hecknoth, the head of the building, spoke to him about "choosing the right child". Ugh.

I leaned against the staircase and listened to a mix of Muse, Panic At The Disco, and My Chemical Romance. My all time favorite bands. Like, of all time.

Dan walked over to me and my heart pounded nervously. HE WAS SO TALL IN PERSON. I'm just a measly 5'5 and he's a huge 6'3. I looked up to him with my kind, ice blue eyes and gave him a slight smile.

I could tell he wasn't interested in 'adopting' me. He came here to pretty much save a kid from this prison they call an orphanage.

"I'm Dan, nice to meet you," he spoke quietly to me.

"I-I'm Addison but you can call me addy." I spoke quietly and nervously.

"I hope you know I'm not here to adopt a kid because-" I cut him off.