Baby Girl (Adopted By One Direction FanFiction)

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We just got back from Africa and I feel so bad for all those little kids! They deserve a better life than that. So I got this crazy idea! I want to adopt a little baby girl!

But, it was late and we were all tired so we all went to bed. BUT, I'm defiantly telling them tomorrow. I would adopt her and be her legal guardian. I would love and care for her. I would help her get through all of the growth stages. I would spoil her rotten!

I called the orphanage and scheduled a little meeting.

Orphanage: Hello, Sunny Side Orphanage, this is Molly speaking.

Louis: Hello Molly. I would like to adopt a little girl.

Orphanage: Wonderful! I will make an appointment for you. If I could get your name and phone number and birth date.

Louis: My name is Louis Tomlinson and my phone number is (•••)-•••-••••. I was born December 24, 1991.

Orphanage: Thank you Mr. Tomlinson. Your meeting is at 9:00AM tomorrow morning.

Louis: Thank you Molly.

I hung up and I fell asleep with a big grin plastered onto my face.

Morning

I woke up with a start. Surprisingly Zayn was awake, and I skipped into the kitchen with a smile. "Hey, Peter Pan is here." Harry said and I huffed. "Then I'll do my idea without you." I said and they froze. "I-Idea?" Liam said hesitantly. I smiled at him cheekily and he gulped.

"Let's hear it." He said and I grinned sitting on the counter. "I am adopting." I said proudly and Zayn and Niall spit out their drink while Harry's eyes rolled in the of his head and passed out and Liam's jaw dropped. "You are what?" Liam choked out.

"I'm adopting. I have a meeting in 1 hour." I said and Liam almost passed out. "And you didn't tell us!" He scolded. "You would've said no. So wake up Harry and I'm going to get ready." I said skipping into my room.

I put on my signature outfit. A navy blue and white horizontal striped shirt and red skinny jeans. It was 8:30, so I did my hair quickly and I quickly put on white TOMS and grabbed my wallet, keys, and sunglasses. I went downstairs and Liam was on the phone and the others were ready.

I skipped out the door with 4 boys behind me. I drove to the orphanage excitement and nervousness taking over me.

What if this was a bad idea?

What if I mess this up?

What if they don't like us?

What if's ran through my mind and Niall noticed and once we got out he attacked me in one of his famous Horan hugs. "It's going to be okay. We just need to explain it to Simon." He said and I nodded as I knocked.

A lady opened and smiled. "Louis Tomlinson." I said and she let us in. "Any age group?" She asked and I nodded. I was about to say 10-13 but crying cut her off. The crying was adorable. "Oh, I'm sorry. You can stay here or follow me." She said and I followed.

The boys stayed back and the lady lead me into the room where a little girl laid in a crib. She was so tiny, and looked so fragile. Her feet were in bandages and she had big tears rolling down her face rosy face.

"Shh, it's okay Em." The lady said stroking her cheek with her thumb. "Who's this?" I asked standing next to her as the crying girl looked at me with curious, yet pained, eyes. "This is Emilia. She is 4 months old." She said smiling sadly at her.

"What happened?" I asked and she looked at the bandages. "Her father used to cut and burn her feet. Doctors say she might not even be able to walk in the future." She said and I was so shocked someone would do this to her I couldn't speak.

"Can, can I hold her?" I asked and she nodded picking Emilia up who was not just whimpering, and placed her in my arms. She fisted my shirt looking at me straight in the eyes. "Hi Emilia." I said stroking her cheek.

She hiccuped. She was so cute. "She was born dead. Doctors revived her but she didn't start to cry. They say she might have selective mutism." She said and I looked at her. "Selective mutism is where she can babble and or speak, but she chooses not to." She said noticing my confusion.

"Oh." I said. It was all I could say, all I could think of. "She wasn't wanted by many families. She was adopted one week after she was brought to the orphanage. She came back with more bruises." She said with some tears sliding down her face. I felt a tear slide down my cheek.

"I'll adopt her."