Adopted. (1D FanFic)

3: Lights

"The London Eye?" I asked following Harry.

"It will be fun! Trust me!" He said stopping me. Trust. That word.

"I don't know Harry," I said pushing him away.

"We will be here the whole time," Niall said grabbing my hand. He interlocked his fingers with mine and gave it a squeeze. Harry glared at Niall and instantly let go.

"Next!" Niall and Zayn pushed me into the cart. The other boys trailed in after. I cuffed my head in my hands and closed my eyes.

"Are you scared of heights?" Harry asked. I jut nodded. I felt Niall's hand interlock with mine again. When Harry glared, Niall didn't do anything. I wrapped my arms around Niall's waist and would not let go.

"Carter. Look," Niall said lifting my head up. We were stopped at the perfect spot to look at all of London. The Big Ben. The shops lit up along the roads. I let go of Niall and looked out the window. The rain trickled down making it look even more cool. The thing started moving again and I clenched onto the closest person to me.

"I'm okay with heights but not when we're moving," I said holding tight onto Louis. He laughed and wrapped his arms around me.

"It's okay little Carter," Louis said. His hand wrapped around my shoulder and upper back.

The ride came to a stop and we ventured out of it. I was ahead still shocked from the ride. The ground seemed very cozy. I got on my stomach and laid there. "I missed you."

"You okay Carter?" Liam asked kneeling down.

"I can't feel my legs Liam. I think I might be broken," I said cheek to the floor. Liam helped me up and helped me brush things off my dress.

"OH MY GOD!" A couple of girls came over and crowded around the boys. Pushing me out of the way, more and more fans crowded. This probably was a good time to sneak away and get away from some crazy fans.

I wandered onto the streets of London, looking at stores, admiring couples. London was beautiful. I was really going to like it here. I wandered into a little art shop by a bakery.

"Hello miss. May I help you with something?" A older man asked taking his glasses off.

"Just looking," I replied looking at art supplies.

"That's our latest one," the man said pointing to a box with brushes and extremely nice paints. "Do you paint?"

"I do quite a bit. But with moving to the UK it had been kind of hard to really do anything." The man pulled a canvas out of the back room and handed me a brush.

"Paint." I looked at him confused. "Go ahead. Paint a picture for me."

"What should I paint?" I asked.

"What's comes to mind?" And that's what I needed. I used mixtures of blues and white to paint the rippling ocean. I got reds and oranges with yellows for the setting sun. A couple, sitting on a beach towel, enjoying it all. Before I knew it, I was there for an hour painting. And the man had been watching me the whole time.

"You have a talent," he said putting the piece on the wall. "Ever consider art classes?"

"I don't know anyone around here," I said rubbing my hands.

"Come by Tuesday. I'm Hamish," he said shaking my hand.

"Carter." He was a funny man. A funny hat with glasses. He looked like he painted a lot due to his hands and clothes. I checked my clock to see it 8:30 already. I'm gonna get in so much trouble!

"Here. Take this," he said handing me a couple of brushes. "Your assignment is to paint me only using the shades of blue." He was really serious. I nodded and ran out the store.