Forgetting the past (1D)

Lauren Mathews' life is complicated - her dad was brutally murdered at the age of nine, her sister was kidnapped a year ago and her mum passed away from brain cancer. At the tender age of 15, Lauren never knew life could be so cruel. Until she was adopted by the five most famous boys in the World. Can One Direction make her see that her life wasn't destined for death and depression? But can there still be love? Life is unfair, happiness never lasts forever....

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3. Chapter 2 - Harry

Wake up Harry.” I felt a nudge to my ribs as I lolled over the side of the bed.  Grunting, I stood up and pulled on my superman boxers? I never knew I had those. Rolling my eyes, I went downstairs to the kitchen.

“Not cooking, Harry?” Louis joked, crunching on bright orange carrots. Sometimes, I wonder why he never gets sick of that food. His eyesight must be amazing by now.

“Humph.” I poured myself a bowl of cereal with milk and sat down on a stool. Niall looked up but carried on eating his pancakes with nutella on them.

“Hurry up and get ready boys. Today we’re going to the foster home to see the kids,” Liam clapped his hands.

“Remind me,” I started. “Why we’re adopting a child when we’re the world’s most wanted band and go on tour for nine months a year and for the last three months of the year we’re working on a future album?”

“Which is why,” Liam said. “We’re adopting a teenager. Duh, Harry. We’re not stupid.”

“Isn’t that a bit unfair though,” I mumbled. “I mean, this teenager is going to be alone most of the time. Maybe it’s best for them to stay in their foster home.”

“We’re adopting a teenager who doesn’t like their foster home. Jeez, we’ve already talked about this. Why are you so against it?” Louis groaned.

“Fine, fine,” I surrendered, finishing my cereal. “Tell me. Are we getting a boy or a girl?”

“I think a boy. Isn’t a teenage girl going to feel a bit uncomfortable being surrounded by five teenage boys?” Zayn said, texting on his phone.

“Some of us are in our early twenties, Zayn. Duh,” I said, relishing the moment of still being a teenager.

Louis scowled at me. “Whatever.”

“I think a girl,” I said, putting the bowl in the sink. “A hot one.”

“That’s disgusting, Harry,” Louis said.

“Won’t a girl get loads of hate? The majority of our fans are teenage girls,” Liam voiced, thinking rationally about this.

“Let’s just decide when we get there. Whatever,” I mimicked Louis.

Smirking, I went upstairs to change quickly. I changed into casual clothes. After grabbing my wallet and sunglasses, I went downstairs to the black van outside.

“Come on,” Paul said, driving us towards Locky foster home in Birmingham. “What sort of kid are you looking for?”

“Teenager, doesn’t like their foster home. We don’t want anyone who’s happy there. Only someone who hates it there. And wants to get adopted, right?” Liam said.

“Right,” he nodded. “You should get a girl. Especially a directioner,” he joked.

“Nah, a boy.”

“Yeah, sure. I know you. You’ll be bringing home a chick. Just remember, don’t make her uncomfortable,” Paul said as we got out of the van.

“Ha ha, very funny. Not,” Louis said as we entered the foster home.

Since we were in the poorer part of the city, the wallpaper was peeling off, and the edges were getting mouldy. The carpet stairs was full of dirt, and there was rubbish everywhere. Literally. There were two young boys, of about eight, sliding down the banister. In the living room were a couple of teenagers, laughing.

“Hey, I’m Louis,” he introduced, holding his hand out.

There was silence as the boys stared at us. After a few moments, they roared in laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Zayn slowly asked.

“It’s One Direction!” One of the boys said.

“Yeah, I guessed that too,” I replied, irritated.

“They’re here!” Another boy laughed.

“No, we’re on the moon and we’re eating cheese,” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

“You’re here! I bet you’re secretly thinking about what tramps we are!”

“Um, no. We’re here to adopt someone, actually,” Liam said.

Suddenly, they sat up straight.

“I’m so sorry for that rude greeting. I’m Robert. I’m the head of this gang. It would be a delight to show you around,” the oldest of the boys said to Liam, taking a firm grip and shaking his hand.

“That would be-“

“Fabulous,” I interrupted Liam. “But we just need to talk to the head care worker. Where is she?”

“Her arm is stuck in a toilet, and she’s calling for help.”

“Aren’t you, actually, never mind. We’ll go find her ourselves.” I walked up the stairs with the four other boys in my band hot on my tail.

Along the corridor were seven doors. One of them was open and a woman’s bottom was wiggling in the air. I could hear her muffled screams and pleas for help.

“Woah there!” Liam exclaimed rushing to help the woman.

“Oh thank you!” she said once she was finally pulled out.

“Hi, I’m Liam,” he said, holding his hand out in politeness. “This is Niall, Louis, Harry and Zayn. Well, ZaynandPerrie more like. His girlfriend is more a phone number than an actual human being.”

“Hm,” we agreed. Perrie Edwards is Zayn’s girlfriend, but also 2011 X-factor winner and in an all female band called Little Mix. They are on they’re way to cracking the USA, with their debut album finally out there and becoming number two in the US charts fifteen minutes after it came out. Because both Zayn and Perrie are part of hit bands, they’re rarely together – either on tour, at a signing or recording singles. But luckily for them, long distance relationships work. Fortunately.

“I’m Mrs Hattinaire. Welcome to Locky foster home. I do hope you find someone to adopt, but if not, it’s very thoughtful for you coming here and thinking about these unfortunate children. They come from different backgrounds and although my fellow colleagues and I give them moral support, it’s best if they have loving substitute parents who can focus their attention and just them and not twelve children aged between five and sixteen like we do.”

“It’s pleasure, Mrs Hattinaire,”Louis said, smiling.

“Anyway, if you’d like to follow me to the office, I can show you every habitant currently here and whoever picks your fancy, you can meet.” She walked down the stairs. The boys followed her, but I hung back, admiring the wallpaper. Well, when I say admiring I actually mean observing the filth and marking it on a scale of one to five. But, you know, life is life and not everyone is as rich and as famous as I am.

“Please, stop. I’ll do whatever you want, just stop!” I heard a bang to the left of me.

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