Adopted By One Direction *COMPLETED*

The Adoption

*Edited again November 6th, 2022*

I hate this place.

I am only nine years old and have already been through Hell and back.  I am in this dump, Mrs. Hattfield's Orphange, practically waiting to rot.  I don't know what I actually would prefer; this or my abusive parents.

I've been here since I was four years old. I've seen children come and go but the one's that go, never come back. I've been adopted eight times. I have learned to stop hoping and live the way life is. 

I do not like life.  I've been used all throughout mine.

People adopt me, "love me", play with me, and then abuse me, beat me, rape me, cut me, etc. I have been sent back here and been to the hospital every time for at least a week and then go back to the orphanage.

People play me so I will warm up to them. Be the sweetest parents in the world until they know my weaknesses and strengths. I don't have any strengths, which is bad.

I have learned that there is no true happiness in the world.

I sit on my rock hard mattress, watching the kids walk down the street with their parents through my window. Holding their hands together like a family. Ha! If only the kids weren't so naive. 

I have four things in my life that are most important to me. They're in my hidden extra suitcase. 

1. My Bestest Friend In The Whole Wide World, Diary Josie.

2. My Teddy Bear

3. My Blade

4. My Razor

My razor is for both shaving and cutting. Yes I cut. The only part of my body that isn't cut up or bruised is my face. I know it sounds crazy but once you end up like me...not feeling anything...you just want to feel something to fill the empty void inside yourself.  So I cut myself to feel.

I get under my mattress and get my teddy bear out. I lay back and try to sleep on the rock until I hear a knock on my door. I get up to answer it and I see another girl here at the orphanage. She looks a little younger than me. She just stares at me.

"Uh he-hello? W-wha-what are you do-doing?" I asked. This is the first time I've spoken one... two... two full sentences in two years.  At least I tried to speak.  

"Mrs. Hatfield wants all the kids lined up in the living room." The little girl said, then left without saying another word.

I do as I was told, walk down the halls into the living room and wait.

*LOUIS' POV*

I cannot believe that we're going to adopt a little person.

"Lads, can you believe it?  We're going to be dads!  Isn't this amazing?" I ask, overjoyed at the thought of being a parent.

"Louis, calm down! We're almost there. Just five minutes. Can you wait that long?" Liam asks, looking at me in the rear view mirror.

"I can try, but this is a big deal, boys." I sighed.  Five minutes isn't too long.  It is like a finger snap if you're not paying attention.

"We're here!"  Zayn yelled, busting my ear drums.  They're telling me to calm down?  Idiots.

We all get out of the car and walk up to the door. There is a sign on the wall right beside of it.  The wood looks old and moldy, like it hasn't been properly taken care of.

"That sign looks rotten." Harry whispered.

"Shhh! She might have elephant ears. Don't say anything rude about the...thingy magigy." Niall said.  We all knew that Harry shouldn't have said that out loud but at least we know what we're in front of...an orphanage.