Adopted By One Direction

Chapter 4

Hey everyone! Ooh you'll love this one Laliana fans- FEELS in this chapter c; and Uhh not much else I can add here. Vote. Comment. Read. xx

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"Should we wake her?"

"I don't know. She looks so peaceful, Louis."

"I'll wake her. Aliana, wake up, love."

I woke up. I didn't have any nightmares. That was new, because I couldn't remember the last time I slept peacefully.

"It's time for breakfast." Louis stretched out his arms.

Great. I figured I had to get used to Niall's eating habits. I suddenly felt a wave of hunger in my stomach.

"What are you making?" I asked Niall. I stood up.

"I'm making pancakes. You'll like them. I'll even put in a few chocolate chips." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "I'll be right back. I have to go to my room."

"Okay." Niall said.

I walked out and headed to my room. I walked into my bedroom to check my phone. There were a few Twitter updates, but that was it.

I went to the bathroom. My hair was all over the place. I had to find a brush. I went into one of the bags. There appeared to be a small brush in one of them.

I had incredibly knotted hair. It looked greasy on top, so I tried to make a small ponytail, to get my hair out of my face. Being my perfectionist self, I had taken 30 minutes, causing my phone to ring. "Hello?"

"It's Zayn. Are you coming over to eat?"

"Sure." I said. The line went dead. I hurried over to Louis'.

"Hi." I managed to smile. I walked over to Niall.

"Here's your pancakes." He handed the plate to me.

"Thanks." I grabbed a fork and awkwardly sat at the table.

Sitting around the room with 5 boys staring at you wasn't the most awkward part. The fact that they were all famous was also intimidating. The most scary thought was that most of them probably had feelings for me.

I glanced at me iPhone. "Ooh. I sense romance." One of my new followers tweeted.

"I'm adopted by them, and that would be weird."I replied, frowning.

"Still, 5-1 ratio doesn't make it any easier." The follower responded.

I sighed, hesitant to respond to the tweet. I wasn't looking for love; I was looking for a future. But love is part of a future, right?

I was brought back to reality. Harry and Louis were in the middle of a food fight. Louis had jammed two pancakes into his mouth and had syrup all over his hands, face, and even in his hair.

Eventually Niall and Zayn joined the fight as they brawled endlessly. Syrup, Pancakes, and butter was thrown all over the place. It didn't affect me until Zayn threw a stick of butter right on my face. The slimy butter slid down my face. Grosssss.

I grabbed the stick and threw it on my finished plate. I went to the bathroom, and turned the sink on. After washing my face with soap and water. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I had bags under my eyes. I looked better though, appearing less pale. Maybe it was the lighting.

I cautiously opened the door, not wanting to get food thrown at me again. I opened it up enough for my head to fit through. Niall was still stuffing his mouth with food, but the other boys were nowhere to be seen. I squinted.