The orphanage has always been Emily's home. Besides the few times she's been in a foster home, she's been there since she was two years old.
But it becomes a whole new adventure when Calum Hood comes into her life and offers to foster her. But one...
My eyes flutter open and I nearly panic when I realize I'm not in my room. However, I quickly realize that I'm in the living room with Calum. I attempt to get up without waking him, seeing as I'm laying with my head on his chest.
It doesn't work.
He wakes up as I sit up, but since my back is turned, I didn't realize. I yawn and stretch before grabbing my phone and checking my notifications.
"Morning!" Calum chirps. I yelp and turn around, seeing his confused expression.
"Jesus, Cal. I thought you were still asleep." I laugh. He smiles at me before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
"You want any breakfast?" He asks. I shake my head.
"Not really hungry, thanks." I smile, hoping to sell my lie.
"When's the last time you ate?" He asks, his eyebrows raised.
"I had a bunch of snacks last night." I shrug. His eyebrows furrow.
"No you didn't... I ate all of them because you didn't."
"Oh. I don't know, then. Lunch yesterday?" I guess, though I know I didn't.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asks. I shrug.
"Fine. Just don't have a huge appetite." I assure. He nods reluctantly and walks into the kitchen. I follow him and sit at the island while he makes something for himself.
I open twitter and scroll through my timeline. A specific tweet catches my eye.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Oh, shit." I gasp. Calum briefly looks up at me before focusing back on his pancakes.
"What?" He asks curiously, failing to flip the pancake.
"People found my Twitter and Instagram." I explain.
"Of course they did." He says sarcastically. I look at the reply at the bottom of the screen. I realize there's an article attached, and click on it.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"What the fuck?" I practically shout. Calum turns around, startled. "This article is all sorts of fucked up.
"First of all, it's an invasion of privacy. Last night was awful and they've just plastered the events everywhere! Not to mention the fake claims about you!"
