georgia rose and diana ➢ one direction (ON HOLD + UNDER EDITING PROCESS)

xv. georgia rose and the two kind strangers

xv. georgia rose and the two kind strangers

I'm quietly pacing around the room. James and Lucy had brought me home about five in the afternoon, proclaiming to Madame Portia that they, unfortunately, are going to adopt me.

It's already ten o'clock. Everybody's asleep. I could hear Cho snoring loudly from here. But the sound seems so distant, so far away because the thundering of my heart roars in my ears.

When I start walking again, I accidentally step on a discarded plastic bottle lying on the floor. It makes a loud crinkling sound. Jessica stirs in her sleep, mumbling something incoherent before returning to dream land.

I grab my only duffel bag that's set on my bed. Every single thing I own is packed in there. The reason? Well, I'm running away from this orphanage. Everything's crappy and fucked up, anyway, so what's the point of staying?

A small sigh puffs out of my mouth. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and open them again. The clock strucks eleven and I know that it's time for me to go.

But what about Luke? What about everybody else? A part of me that doesn't want to let go tells me and somewhere deep inside of me, I know that I don't want to leave. I'll miss Luke and Jessica and Cho and everyone else in the orphanage.

But I'm giving up. I don't want to adopted by the Potts. They're just a rich and snobby couple, anyway. And I think that's annoying, honestly.

I take slow steps towards the door. Each step feels like torture. But after a million steps, I reach it. Just as I'm about to twist the knob, a voice startles me so much that I jump.

Turning around, I'm greeted by Ellie, who is sitting up from her bed. Her white-blonde hair is messy and she's yawning. "What're you doing?"

"Um—I—" But no lies come to my brain so I falter.

"Are you—are you leaving?"

I don't want her to know that so I lie, "What? No." I scoff and let out a nervous laugh. "I'm going outside for a walk. You know, to clear my, um, head."

"Don't you know the rules? 'Nobody that is residing in the orphanage shall be out of their given rooms by eight o'clock.' Remember?" she coughs. Ellie's the youngest and, I think, the cutest out of the whole orphans of 1GR.

"I—yeah, I do, but—" I sigh, shaking my head. "It's a long story."

"Whatever." Ellie goes back to sleep. I stare at her suspiciously. How could she let go of me that fast? Surely she'd suspected something.

But it's my chance. Today is my day. It's my chance of freedom.

But wait.

There's still one person that I'd want to see before I leave.

* * * *

"Rosie?" Only one person would call me that and that person is Luke. Yes, I'd come to his house to see him before I run away.

I drop my duffel bag on the pavement before I wrap my arms around Luke. He's the only person who's been kind to me at school, the only one who's cared enough to be my friend.

"Oh, Luke," I sob into his shirt. I don't realize that I'm crying until Luke tells me,

"Why are you crying, Rosie? Hey, what happened? Don't cry. You know it hurts me to see you cry." He pulls my head back and uses his thumb to wipe away the tears one by one.

"I'll miss you so, so much," I tell him. He frowns, staring at me curiously and suspiciously.

"Why're you going to miss me?" Luke asks. "I'm not leaving."