Violet's POV
I woke up to the sound of Ms. Carmela's raspy voice yelling "GIRLS! WAKE UP GIRLS! WE HAVE VISITORS WHO WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU!" I sighed and put on my old torn ragged clothes and stared at myself in the mirror. The scars and bruises were still visible but, I have become less skinnier and I'm beginning to look healthy again. I walked down the creaky, old wooden stairs. Standing at the bottom was Ms. Carmela. Her red hair was tied up in a bun and she had a floral dress on. "Good morning Ms. Carmela!" I said with a fake smile plastered on my face. "Good morning Violet. Get in line now!" she demanded as I shuffled to the line and stood behind some of the others hoping to not be visible. I was used to being treated like this. when I was 10, I decided to run away from home. At age 8, I was diagnosed with leukemia. After a year of chemo, my parents started getting stressed. So to deal with their stress, they became alcoholics and treated me as their slave. They would beat and attack me. They thought I was useless. They said I'd never live. They told me I was weak and not good enough for them. I had to deal with being treated this way. So, when the doctors told me that I was going to survive, my parents beat me and went out to a club and decided to party all night long. While they were gone, I decided to run away. That's how I ended up here. The double doors opened and who comes in? One Direction. I am a fan but, I'm not one of those fans that will throw themselves at the boys. I love their music and look up to them as role models. All of the other girls on the other hand, would love to throw themselves at the boys. So, me being the useless nobody, stood there in silence waiting for somebody to be picked and for me to go into the main hall and find my list of things that I have to do today.
Niall's POV
We all exchanged looks. Every girl here was trying to throw themselves at us. We would love to have a daughter for us all to raise together but, we don't want them to be screaming every time we breathe. As I went to leave, a girl standing in the corner caught my eye. She had long brown hair and gray eyes. I tapped Harry's shoulder and shrugged my head towards the girl. He nodded and told everybody to huddle up. "Look at that girl in the corner." I whispered. "She looks quiet and normal." "I agree. She's very pretty to." Harry exclaimed. "Yeah. She's a cutie." Louis agreed. "Want to interview her?" Liam asked. We all nodded our heads. "I'll go ask." Zayn said as he walked towards Carmela. We all diverted our attention to the beautiful girl in the corner.
Louis POV
"You don't want her." Carmela scoffed. "She's so quiet and useless." "We would like to interview her." I demanded. "Are you sure? She ran away from home at age 10." Carmela argued. "And why is that?" I asked. "Her parents were alcoholics I think. They also abused her." Carmela sighed in defeat. "Please let us talk to her." "Fine!" Carmela put her hands up in defeat and walked over to the girl.
Violet's POV
"They want to talk to you." Ms. Carmela said through her clenched teeth. She pulled me by the sleeve into a small room. The room included a small round table with chairs. The white paint on the walls was chipping off. Around the table was 5 smiling boys. "I'll leave you 6 alone." Ms. Carmela said sweetly before closing the door. "So, what's your name?" Liam asked after a long pause of silence. "Violet." I answered in a low voice. " I like that name." Niall replied smiling back at me. All the boys nodded in agreement. " Do you like sports?" Niall asked, looking me straight in the eye. "Yeah. I like to play footie." I replied. Everybody laughed and clapped in joy. "Than, we'll get along real well!" Louis replied happily. "How would you feel if we asked you to be our daughter?" Harry asked. At first, I felt pressured, afraid to answer the wrong answer. But than, my lips said "I would like that." I didn't think at all. "Cool!" Niall exclaimed. "Just pack your things and we'll be off!" "Umm.. I don't have any belongings." I said softly. Everybody just nodded. "I guess we'll be off than!" Niall said as he pushed in his seat. We went to Ms. Carmela's office and the boys all signed the adoption papers. "Are you ready Violet?" Niall asked taking my small, bony hand in his. "Yeah." I softly replied prepared for a paparazzi ambush.
A/N
I hope you guys enjoyed this! This is my first fanfic and I wrote this chapter in science and French! 😬 Comment and vote! I'll update soon!
