Danielle’s P.O.V
‘Zayn I want to adopt her.’ I firmly tell him, there is no way in hell that I’m letting Tahulah get put into foster care.
‘You can’t.’ He mutters.
‘What are you talking about? Of course I can.’ I insist.
‘Dani don’t you get it? You can’t adopt her, she hasn’t properly accepted her families death yet. Imagine trying to get her to sign the papers. It’ll be impossible. She goes though stages. One minute she knows their gone and the next minute she thinks that their still alive and were lying to her. Her head is so messed up again, but this time its worse. The smallest thing could set her off again. She’s unstable you have to understand that. She needs to go to a psychiatric ward or at least see a psychologist; I’ve already made an appointment.’ He explains to me with a sullen expression.
‘You have to tell her. You have to tell her that you’re putting her into the ward. She has to understand that were doing what’s best for her.’ I demand, if he won’t let me adopt her then he has to be the one to tell her.
‘I will tomorrow, I promise.’ He tells me not making eye contact.
‘No Zayn, you have to tell her now. When’s the appointment?’ I demand.
‘Tomorrow.’ He whispers shifting nervously.
‘Zayn are you crazy? You have to go and tell her now!’ I yell at him as I push him out of the room and towards his. He comes to a halt outside of his room. I grab him by his collar and drag him into the room.
‘Go.’ I firmly tell him as I point to his bed.
‘Niall, Tahulah wake up.’ Zayn whispers shaking Niall lightly.
‘What do you want?’ Niall demands in his cute little Irish accent that's thick with sleep.
‘I have to explain something to you two.’ Zayn mummers shaking Tahulah awake.
‘What’s going on?’ Tahulah yawns making baby dinosaur noises, gos she's adorable.
‘Tilly sit down.’ Zayn instructs her.
‘Zayn look at me, I am sitting down.’ Tahulah shakily laughs, it’s almost like she knows something’s wrong.
‘Oh right sorry. Til’s I know you’re not coping. No matter how hard or well your covering it up, I know your struggling. It hurts me seeing you like this. You’re so happy and carefree one minute then the next minute your depressed and going though anxiety attacks. We almost lost you this morning. Do you know what that felt like for me, thinking that you were dying? Tahulah you being like this is not only hurting you but everyone around you who cares about you. You may hate me for what about to tell you next but it’s for your own good. You’re going to a psychiatric ward. They’re going to help you though your grief and help you overcome your problems so you can cope with day to day life.’ Zayn tells her, his voice cracking at the end.
‘No.’ Tahulah says firmly, tears threatening to overflow from her big blue eyes.
‘Til’s baby it’s for your ow-‘
‘No.’ She says louder again, cutting Zayn off.
‘Plea-‘
‘No.’ She screams this time tears running down her cheeks at an alarming rate, I’m surprised half of London didn’t hear it.
‘Zayn leave her be. She doesn’t want to go and I’m not going to force her.’ Niall says calmly as he pulls Tahulah into his chest.
‘Niall what I say goes, she is going end of story.’ Zayn yells before getting up off the bed and storming out of the room. I leave the room in search of Liam and Louis they’re the only ones who’ll be able to talk some sort of sense into those two. I find Liam in the lounge room with the three Short Stack lads, I think they were writing a song.
