No Need To Say Goodbye - Adopted by 1D

Chapter Three

(Zayn's Point Of View):

"Hello sweetie," Louis says to the little girl who's sitting across the table from us. "What's your name?"

We are currently at an orphanage. Interviewing children. To be adopted. By us.

Yep. One Direction is adopting. Can you believe it? Neither can I.

"I'm Heather," the girl says sassily. "Who are you?"

I think we're all taken aback by the attitude in this little one.

"Well, I'm Harry-" Haz begins.

"Harry Potter?" she cuts him off. "Where's Ron?" I sigh. This is gonna be a long process.

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"Honey, don't cry," Liam coos to the little girl sitting in front of us. She's a mess of tears, sobs and whimpers escaping her mouth. She came in here like this. It's been 20 minutes and we haven't gotten a single word out of her. I look at the other lads, and I can tell they're all heartbroken, just as I am.

"Can you tell us why you're crying?" Louis asks gently for the millionth time. She shakes her head, continuing to wail.

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"One Direction oh my fucking God!!!"

I internally groan. Some of the kids here know who we are. And some of them act like this.

"What's your name, love?" Niall tries.

"Harry will you father my children?"

Harry's cheeks turn bright red and I can't help but chuckle.

"How old are-"

"Ohmygosthisisjustwhatisthislife!!!"

I sigh. What did I do to deserve this?

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"Hi, what's your name, hun?" I ask.

"Shut up," the girl retorts.

Whoa. What?

"How old are you?" Liam asks her.

"I'm not talking to you assholes," she says simply.

Yeah. There are also people that hate us. But honestly, this is better than the other girl.

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(23 interviews later)

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We're all exhausted. That's no secret.

The door opens slowly, and the next little girl walks in.

She catches me completely by surprise.

She has long brown hair that falls well below her waist. Her big grey eyes are full of fear. She looks no older than five.

"Hello," Harry says with a brilliant smile. "Have a seat, cutie."

The timid child looks at the chair in front of us hesitantly, not saying anything.

She slowly moves and sits down quietly, looking down at her hands.

"What's your name, love?" Louis asks her gently. We can all tell she's a little uncomfortable.

"E-Ellie," she stutters adorably. I think we're all mentally 'awwing' right now.

"Ellie, that's a lovely name, sweetie!" Liam encourages. She blushes a little.

"How old are you, Ellie?" Niall asks.

She looks up at us shyly.

"Seven," she whispers.

Seven? She looks nowhere near that old!

"Wow, that's so cool!" I gush. She smiles a little bit, dimples showing. Looks like Haz found a new dimple buddy!

"What do you like to do for fun?" Harry asks her.

She thinks for a moment, the smile vanishing from her face.

She looks up at us again, eyes teary.

"I-I d-d-don't like to do m-much," she hiccups.

"Aww, sweetheart, that's okay," Lou quickly assures her.

"I'm s-sorry," she pleads.

"No, don't be sorry princess," Niall tells her. "It's okay. You did nothing wrong."

She sniffles, nodding.

Liam's gaze catches mine, and I can see how upset he is from Ellie getting frightened. I think it's safe to say we've all grown attached in the last five minutes or so.

"Well, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

She thinks for a moment, and then her face lights up.

"A kitten!" she exclaims with he biggest grin ever on her face.

I have to bite the inside of my mouth to keep from bursting out into laughter. A kitten. That's too cute.

"Wow! Me too," Niall gushes, raising his hand to high-five her.

At the sight of Nialler's raised hand, Ellie instantly cowers, beginning to shake and bawl.

Niall is left in complete shock, just as the rest of us are as we watch the baby girl break down.

She trembles, her hands covering her face, squirming on her chair as she stutters out, "I-I'm s-sorry, so sorry, I d-didn't mean to m-make you mad, sir, I-I'm so sorry, please don't...don't h-hit me..."

My heart shatters.

"Ellie, princess," Niall says, his voice broken and lost sounding.

She shakes her head, tears continuing to stream out of her beautiful grey eyes.

"Ellie, I wasn't going to hit you, honey," Niall coos gently. "None of us will hurt you. It's okay. Please don't cry."

Seeing this poor little girl, so sad and so scared, it's devastating me. I can't help but let a tear trail down my cheek.

Niall gets up, walking over and crouching down in front of Ellie. He strokes her back, and she flinches away shakily. He continues to comfort her gently, whispering to her continuously, "Shh, sweetheart it's okay. You're okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. Easy, now. It's alight."

It takes a little while, but she eventually calms down to the point where she's able to look up at us.

"Are you okay, baby?" I ask her worriedly.

She nods, not saying anything.

"Alright. Well, what would you think about being adopted?" Louis asks. The lads and I didn't even have to talk. We all know Ellie is the one.

She blinks a few times, looking confused.

"M-me?" she asks timidly.

Harry chuckles, saying, "Of course, silly!"

"By y-you all?"

"Yep!" Niall says hopefully.

She smiles a little.

"O-okay," she says. And my heart swells with pride.

"Awesome. Well, welcome to the family!" Liam says with a smile on his face.

"Th-thank you guys, s-so much," she says.

"No problem, sweetie," I say. "It's our pleasure."