Adopted by 1D [Completed]

Part 35 - The Necklace

“Do you know that there’s a break glass on the floor in the kitchen last night?” Liam suddenly asked.

I don’t know what to answer. Really. “Uhm… you think that there was a burglar in our house?” I play along first.

“A tired burglar? Only came to our house just to drink orange juice?” He said sarcastically.

“Maybe he liked orange juice?” I said.

“What’s so special with orange juice?” He asked, being serious about the orange juice instead of the burglar.

“Stop there, Liam! It’s juice with orange flavor. Everyone loves orange juice.” I take a defense.

“I think you’re the burglar.”

“Yes.” I said vaguely,  look away immediately to avoid his eyes. This is ridiculous.

[End of Zayn’s POV!]

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[Let’s go to Elena’s POV!]

I’m cleaning up my closet for a moment. I didn’t really realize that now I have lots of dresses. The lads just don’t know that actually my favorite color is blue. They bought me clothes with color soft pink instead.

Well, I can say that the lads are just… too kind to me. Even sometimes they’re over protective to me.

Harry, everyone says and agrees that he’s the flirt one. But I don’t know, he’s always being a really friendly brother for me. But I think, more than that. I remember when he said that… he loves me. Apparently he considers me as a girl. Not his little sister. I’m not going to say anything about that.

Niall, he’s like a friend for me. I never get bored whenever I’m with him. He’s so carefree, indirectly he’s taught me so many things. He’s got full of words when he’s talking with his irish accent that never gets me away. I like his personality.

Louis, the protective one. I don’t know why, I just feel like he’s so mature when it comes to me. He really treated me like his own little sister. I think our relationship is getting more like a dad and his little daughter.

Liam, he’s really like my bestfriend. I’m never afraid of telling him about everything that happened in my life. Even though sometimes he couldn’t be wise, but he’s really a good listener. He’s also the protective one. He’s the one who made all of the rules for me.

And the last, Zayn, I kind of lose words for him. I don’t know the right words to describe him. He’s always moody to me, but he could be a very great brother to me. I could never understand him I think. I remember that night at the carnival when he yelled at me that he didn’t want me to be with him. It really hurted me actually. But it’s fine.

I look at my bandaged hand. Still a bit sore, but It gets really better now. The way Zayn held me last night really showed me that he was really worried about me. He’s so different from any other guy that I’ve known.

*knock knock*

There’s a knock on my door. I wonder who that is. I tidy up my clothes and walks over to the door.

“Coming!”

I open the door and it’s… Zayn.

“Hi, Zayn!” I smiled at him.

He gives me a little smile back. “Are you busy?”

“Uh… no. Not really I’ve just done cleaning up my room. Why?”

“I’m just wondering if you want to hang out maybe today? It’s a good weather outside.” He said that with a bit stutter.

“I uh…” I look to the window and yes. The weather is very good. “Yeah sure. That’s a good idea.”