Adopted By A Famous Boyband

"Hay soul sister

aint that mister mister on the radio

the way you move aint fair you know

Hey sou-" BANG BOOM POW!!!! As I was singing Derek and John beat down my door.  I guess I got ahead of myself.  Lets start with this; My name is Emily Faith Turner and I am 11 years old. 

I have had a tough life.  No, before you start, I was not abused.  Although I still have had a tough background life.  When I was 4, my mom was murdered by my uncle. My father and I were so upset.  My father was so upset he killed himself.  This left me alone at age 7.  At age 8 I got adopted.  With my new family I was very happy.  They were very nice people and gained all of my faith and trust.  Then one day they got robbed.  Everything went downhill.  My 'parents' got in deep debt and were having trouble feeding everyone.  They had no choice but to send me back to this orphanage.  I was really sad but I got over it. 

Many people tell me that I am beautiful but I don't think I am.  I have dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.  I am also skinny, we can't afford to eat too much here.  Today I ate half a peanut butter sandwich and I am not hungry. I got used to not eating much.

I don't have many friends here because I don't like talking to people. I usually stay in my room all day.  Today I am locked in my room because a family is here to adopt.  I doubt anyone wants me so I stay in my room.  When they leave, Betha will come tell me.  Betha owns the orphanage.  She is one of my only friends and I hardly ever talk to her.

As I turn around, Derek and John have left. That was a merical! When I turn my music back on, I hear knocking at my door.  I turn and see Betha there.  "Are they already gone?" I ask quietly. "Pack your things, you are being adopted!!" she says excidedly.  "What?!?!?" I yell partially scared and excided. "You heard me! Hurry, you don't want to keep them waiting.

As I start packing my belongings, I hear somebody walk into my room.

(Zayn's POV)

So me and the lads have wanted a little girl to be our daughter/sister. Today we are going to get her. We want to help a little girl around the age of 10. We are leaving right now.

When we get there we look at the pictures of the little girls.  We see one that we really like. She is perfect. Her name is Emily. We tell the woman, Betha, that we want her.  She gives us papers to sign while she gets her.

*20 minutes later*

(Harry's POV)

We are at the orphanage getting our baby girl, Emily.  As she walks down the steps I see a perfect little girl.  From her dark brown hair to her tannish skin and her chocolate colored eyes.

(Emily's POV)

As I walk down the stairs I see five guys that look awfuly familiar.   Maybe I am imagining it.  Oh well. 

When we are about to leave, blondie takes my stuff to the car-I mean limo! I know these people from somewhere. Its at the tip of tounge!! ARGHHH!! 

As we get in the car, they introduce their selves.

"I am Zayn" says the quiff dude with dark hair and a blond streak

"Niall" says blondie

"Harry" says curly

"Liam" says buzz-cut

"And I am Iron Man! Just kidding, I am Louis William Tomlinson" say the boy with his hair to the side and a carrot shirt.

These names- the faces. All so familiar.   OH MY GOSH!!!!! I GOT ADOPTED BY ONE DIRECTION!!!!!!!!

**************************Authors Note***********************

Hello people! I just made this book because some people told me I should.  Tell me what you think of it! Vote and comment! If you like it, I will update more!

-BunnyLover