Adopted by One Direction

No Just No

Zayn and I made some chicken for dinner. "Special chicken. Cause I'm special." Zayn said. "Want to try and see if it tastes OK? You should get a few bites before Niall does. If he starts eating he could probably finish the whole chicken by himself." We took a rest from cooking and ate some of the chicken, chatting easily. "You do know that we love you, don't you?" Zayn asked. "Yeah but why does everyone seem to be so desperate to prove that to me today?

"Because we want you to know." He said unconvicingly. "I love you, Passion!" He yelled loudly, and picked me up by my waist. "What are you doing with my girlfriend?" Harry who just  walked into the kitchen asked. "She's mine!" "Ex-girlfriend." I corrected him. "She's mine." Zayn pouted. "May I have this dance?" He put me down on the floor and bowed. I giggled.

"I thought cool kids don't dance." I said, taking his hand. "But of course." I put my hand on his shoulder and he put his hand on my waist, and we waltzed out of the kitchen. Harry followed us and played some slow music on his phone. "Give us a twirl!" Niall was watching us. We did accordingly.

We danced around the living room, laughing our heads off. Finally, the song ended and Zayn lifted me into the air by my waist with flourish. "OI!" A voice suddenly said, and we were caught by surprise. Zayn's hand let go of me, and I was pulled down by gravity. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" I landed on top of Zayn with a thump. "Ouch." "Passion? Zayn? What were you doing?" Liam asked. I opened my eyes and saw Zayn's big brown ones centimeters away from me. They were crinkled up in laughter.

"Dancing." He said, and lifted me away from him. "Slow dancing." Liam rolled his eyes while Louis sang in the background. "But I see you with him slow dancing, tearing me apart cause you don't see." "I thought you were making dinner, you idiots!" I snapped my fingers. "Right we are, boss." We went back into the kitchen and continued cooking.

We had dinner, which was a rather dreary affair, because after all that ice cream, no one was really hungry. After dinner, the boys had to practice their songs. Since they had adopted me, they had barely practiced at all. They went to the living room to sing, and I went to my bedroom to finish my homework. I opened my blood drenched backpack for the first time after my accident, and took out my textbooks. Most of them were alright, but To Kill A Mockingbird, the book that Niall gave me the second day I was adopted, had a corner that was soaked with blood. I looked at it, too sad to throw it away. The book would always remind me of the day my life became better. In the end, I just shoved it under my bed. But my backpack was ruined. I had to remind the boys to get a new one.

I restlessly did a bit of Math and wrote an essay for History, but my brain wasn't really into it(I mean who really uses her brain when doing homework? It'd be a waste of brain power.) At last, I just gave up and went back to the living room to listen to them sing, bringing my blood backpack with me.

"Hey, my backpack--" I started, but Liam put his hands on his lips, signaling that I shouldn't speak while they were singing. In reply, I shoved the backpack to Harry, who took a look at it and let out a yelp. "Big house party with a crowded AH!" He pushed the backpack off him. "I need a new backpack." I used that moment when they weren't singing to broach the subject. "I don't need a new one, exactly, but could you guys just lend me one of yours for the time-being?" "Of course, but let us sing first, OK?" Harry pulled me into his lap, and I leaned against him, listening to Midnight Memories. "Midnight Memories! O-o-o-o-oh, baby you and me, stumbling in the street, singing, singing, singing, singing!"

Listening to a song about midnight naturally made me drowsy, and since I barely slept the night before, I fell asleep easily. But I'm not a really deep sleeper, so after a while, I could feel Harry lifting me up and carrying me to my room. He lay me down on my bed gently then sat down next to me. He stroke my hair slowly. "I'm so sorry. I'll miss you." He whispered suddenly. He probably still thought I was asleep, and because I wanted to hear more of what he was saying, I lay still but listened attentively. "We still love you so, so much. We don't want to do this. I hope you'll understand." With that, he stood up and left the room. I sat up abruptly after he was gone. I ran my hand through my hair, trying to remember what he just said. He was going to miss me? But why? They weren't leaving me, were they? My blood turned cold at the thought. No. Just no. That's why they were acting so nice today to me, weren't they?

So they could kinda make up for not wanting me. But nothing could ever make up for that. Images of orphanages and my uncle flashed in my mind. I had been in a good family for less than two months. Were they really going to take that away from me? No. They couldn't do that to me! I started to panic. I simply could not live without the boys. I would just fade away and evaporate from the world. They were the only ones who had ever genuinely loved me in my life. They made me feel safe. What would happen if they gave me back to the orphanage? Well, I'd probably have a miserable life until my uncle tracks me down and kills me. I'd be better off dead if I'm not with One Direction, I thought in despair.

One way or another (I had to do that. Sorry.) I had to know for myself if they were really going to leave me. I got out of bed and went down the stairs determinedly, but lost my confidence when I reached the bottom step. What was I going to say to them? Should I just walk in, smile cheerfully and say "You don't want me anymore? Fine, I'm better off that way. Cheerio!" Or should I cry and cry until they change their minds? I wasn't even sure if I was supposed to love them anymore. I mean, they gave me the best two months of my life, but they also made the rest of my life miserable.

Oh, get a grip, Passion! A voice in my head said. You don't even know if they're going to leave you yet! Just go inside and if they want to tell you, they'll tell you. I obeyed that voice, and walked towards the living room. I paused again right by the doorway, waiting for the right moment to go in. I tuned into their conversation. "That's the only plan I can think of." Liam was saying. "I really can't bear to do this, but it's for her safety."

"I know." This time it was Louis. "But she'll probably take it hardly, you know? We promised we'd take care of her. And now we're leaving her on her own. How can she trust us anymore?" "I hope she won't be mad at us." Zayn said. "I really can't bear it if we have to leave her angry and alone. She's only 12, she might take it wrongly. She's probably going think that we actually don't want her."

"She's going to miss us a whole lot." Said Harry. "Her life was terrible before, and the time she was with us was probably the only time she felt like she was loved. I'm afraid that she can't take it in all at once. She though we loved her, and now we're leaving her."

"But I really don't want to leave her!" Niall said fretfully. "Is there any other way we can keep her safe and still be with her?" "I'm sorry, Niall." Said Liam, sighing. "I hate myself for doing this too. But there is only one way we can go on. Passion has to leave." After I heard the fatal four words, I slumped against the wall. My legs gave way and I sank to the floor, shaking with anger, fear and sadness. My heart was breaking into pieces. It was true then.

They were leaving me.