Adopted By One Direction

Taken In

Fresh snowflakes flow down from the dark sky. Than falling down on the already pile of snow. My combat boots make a cruching noise from walking on the piled snow. My purple and pink long curly hair whips in the strong wind. I keep a tight grip on my leather gloves.

My name Ezra Delilah Parker. I am 8 years of age. I have no one to take care of me so I take care of myself. I dont like to talk about how I ended up on the streets. I dont even want to think about it. Not one bit might I add.

"You all dont belong in this part of town I see." I hear a voice call out into the thin cold air. I stop in my tracks. Confusion fills me because its like in the middle of the night. "Popstars!? Haha boys come see this." A husky voice shouts and now that got my sight. That voice sounds familiar to me? I start to pick at my little purple braces. "You cant just run goody goodys." The voice calls out. David? Nah. Adam? No, he has a high pitched voice. Mike? Shit. I carefully listen to see what direction it is coming from.

"I am so sorry. We just needed directions." A high pitched voice said. It sounded like its scared? I face plant. I am such a dumbass. Their scared because Mike is there! I turn a corner into an allyway. The only light is the street light. I see five tall figures up against a brick wall with about three taller people infront of them. "I guess this is just not ya'lls day." A husky voice said and the figure steps closer towards them. I start to panic.

"Hey!" I scream and walk closer to them all. "Aww look who it is! Sweet oh Delilah!" I get closer and see Mike. They all brust out laughing but the ones on the wall. I step infront of them and block Mike and his gang. "Just leave them along stupids. Their friends of mine so back off." I lie as Mike steps closer towards me. I stand my ground and Mike is only about five inches away from me. I have to look up at him.

"Your friends? Ha you dont have friends and never will. So cutie pie, I will tell you this just once." Mike bends down to my level that I could feel his breath on my face.

"Just go back to your daddy and tell him to go fuck himself, yeah?" He huffs. I start to fume inside. But I place a fake smile on my lips and show of my dimples and braces. "But I have to do something before I go tell him." I giggle. His smirk disapears and confusion fills his face expression.

"And whats that?" He asks. "This," I whisper and kick his left knee down and grab the back of his neck. He shouts out in pain as I punch his right cheek and it make a cracking noise. I raise my elbow and bring it back to hit his face. I back up and kick him in his stomach and he falls back infront of his group.

"Leave now or do you want to end up like that!?" I scream and point to Mike thats on the floor, groaning in pain. One guys help Mike up as the other one paces out the allyway. He stumbles out without glancing back.

I sigh of relief and rub my elbow. "Shit, that really hurt." I mumble and try to look at my elbow. I hear a cough behind me and I quickly turn around. I pull down my leather gloves and straighten them out. "Oh sorry about that crap. It so happens like every night." I rebuckle my glove back up. "I will just go so bye." I said pointing behind me. I spin on my heel but a loud siren noise blurrs through the air. I stop and turn back around. "Well? Come on if you dont want a record!" I shout and run over to them.

I push them off the wall. But the one with blonde hair stays with a feared expression on. My face softens and I grab his hand into mine. "Please come." I ask. He leans off the brick wall but holds onto my hand like I am going to leave him. I pull Blondie with me as I lead the way and the other follow behind me. Cold air blows on my tan skin. I hear the guys footsteps behind me. I run out the allyway and onto the sidewalk. I almost slip from the sirens getting louder. "Hurry!" I yell and run past a coffee shop. I pull Blonde behind a bar and the others follow. I see the blue and red blinking lights and loud sirens get closer. I push myself against the wall as the two polices cars pass us.

I set the blonde ones hand go and step back once. "Directions to where?" I ask showing off my braces by smiling. "Where do you live?" One with pireceing blue eyes asked me. I drop the smile and look away. My back runs against the brick wall until my bum hits the floor. "No where." I press my lips together. "What do you mean? Arent you cold? Where are your parents? Do you have sisters or brothers? Where did you learn to fight like that? Is your hair color natural?" Everyone dumps a butt load of questions on me all at once.

I run my fingers through my long curls. "I mean I dont have a home. I live on the streets." I whisper. I bring my bare knees up to my chest and place my chin ontop of them. I close my eyes and breath in sharply, breathing out slowly. My eyelids start to get heavier by the second. They close about half way but I open them again. I sniffle and bring my legs closer to myself. "You dont have to say anything. Ya'll can just leave if you will please? Just like everyone else." I mumble the last part to myself. "Just go please? I will be fine. Look at me, I servived for eight years like this and it wont make a differance." I put my forehead inbetween my knees.

I shiver but an arm is slung over my shoulders. It tugs me into a warm incounter. "We am not leaving you. Never ever." A husky voice said. I slowly look up to meet with bright green eyes.

"What d-do you m-mean?" I shutter. "We will never leave you Delilah. Isnt that your name?" He asked. I shake my head. "No. Thats my m-middle name. Its E-e-ezra." I get out in one sentence. "Ezra Delilah," He pauses. "Parker. Ezra Delilah Park-ker." I tell him. "Well my name is Harry. Harry Styles." He said.

I nod my head.

"We have to get back. I found signal and I know where it is." The others stand up. Harry pulls me back up and I hug myself with my eyes half open. "Here you need this more than me." Harry takes off his coat and wraps it around me. He buttons it up as I start to warm up. He puts my curls inside and places the hoodie over my head. "Thank you Harry." I shiver and wrap my arms around his stomach. I dig my head into his waist softly. "For what?" He whispers, looking down at me. I sniffle and breath out, holding onto him tighter.

"For caring."