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Amelia is fourteen. She has a broken past and she's been severely abused (emotionally and physically) by her stepfather. The only thing that keeps her alive is her love for One Direction. When her stepfather gets taken away and she begins to live in an orphanage, she realizes that her awful past is behind her, but she's still emotionally scarred. And when she hears that she's going to get adopted by none other than One Direction, her five idols, her life takes an interesting turn for the better... but what happens when her evil stepfather escapes from prison? Read on to find out :)



3. The Interview

Chapter Three

*Amelia POV*

It's been a week since Rick got taken away, and so much has happened it's like my life is in fast forward and being blurred in front of my eyes. I stayed in the hospital overnight because both my ankle and ribs were broken. I got a cast and something to go under my clothes to help heal my ribs. Kind of like a cast to go under your shirt. I still had bruises all over my body, a constant reminder that all that had happened to me was real.

 After I was discharged from the hospital, a lady named Pam who wore too much lipstick came and took me away. She told me that I was to live in an orphanage until someone adopted me. That scared me, because what if that someone abused me just like my stepfather had?

Even if my new parents were nice, I knew I wouldn't be able to fully trust them or finally be happy. Too much sorrow had happened in my life to the point where I couldn't trust anyone anymore. Heck, I was the girl that barely spoke and cringed and moved away when someone tried to touch her, because I was afraid of getting hurt again.

But maybe that was a good thing. Maybe that meant that no one would adopt me. No one ever wants the shy, broken girl that won't even laugh or smile, or hug someone like a normal person. Maybe I could stay in the orphanage until I got old enough, and then I'd find a place of my own. It was definitely better than living a nightmare that before last week, I couldn't get out of.

Anyway, now I live at the orphanage. It's nice enough. I haven't got my own room though; I have to share with another girl my age. She's nice, but she has other friends and besides, I'm very shy and I haven't really interacted with other people very much because Rick kept me isolated.

The food there is good. I've gotten really skinny lately because sometimes Rick would starve me. The staff is okay; they don't bother me or give me any unwanted attention or anything like that. For the past couple of days, I haven't been exactly happy, but I've been content. I still cry myself to sleep at night though - it's out of habit I guess.

We have to be up at 7:30 for breakfast. Then we go back to our rooms and get dressed, and then it's time for our activity (sometimes it's arts and crafts, drama, etc.) After our activity we have free time in our rooms, where we can do whatever we want. My roommate, Carrie, usually goes off and hangs out with her other friends. Apparently she's been in the orphanage for a long time so she knows practically everyone who hasn't been adopted yet. So I stay in the room by myself, doing whatever.

A lot of the time, I play guitar and sing, just to get my mind off things. My mom gave me the old, beat up guitar before she died. It's still got the most amazing sound, and it's like a story can be told from the notes that come from its strings.

Music is my passion, but I'd never let anyone hear my voice. I don't know if I'm good or not, but I play because it helps me let out my emotions. I sing everything from One Direction to Coldplay. If it weren't for music, One Direction, and my guitar, I don't know where I'd be. Probably six feet under, to be completely honest.

Today I was singing "Little Things" which is my favorite One Direction song. I knew all of the lyrics and chords by heart, and all I was doing was singing to pass the time. Whenever I play my guitar, it's like I get lost in the music. I can't explain it. It's just a beautiful song and melody.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind, it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense -"

I was interrupted by the intercom buzzing loudly.

"All girls 12 to 16, please meet downstairs in the interviewing room. I repeat, all girls 12 to 16, please meet downstairs in the interviewing room." 

I sighed and put my guitar away. Great, another interview. It was the third one this week. Hopeful soon-to-be parents liked to meet all of the girls of a certain age range before choosing. No one ever picked me, at least not yet. But that was because I stuttered over my words and acted like a fool in front of them. I highly doubted anyone was going to pick me. Who would? I was the girl that cried herself to sleep at night. No one would want me. 

Would they? 

*Louis POV*

Today's the day we adopt our kid. I think everyone's a little excited. I know I am - to be honest, I couldn't sleep last night. I kept on wondering if our lives would be different now that we would have a kid around us 24/7. I also wondered how our fans would react to all of this. I knew it would cause tons of mayhem and craziness, and some of them would be jealous. 

But the jealous ones weren't really Directioners. Our real fans would support us no matter what. I didn't even know the kid yet, but already I wanted to protect her from being bombarded or mobbed by crazed fans. As One Direction, we know what that's like all too well. After Eleanor got hate, my protective side deepened. Just like I didn't want anything to happen to the lads or my girlfriend, I wanted my soon-to-be daughter- whatever her name would be- to feel safe. 

I talked to Harry and Eleanor about this last night, because they were up just like me, and they were just as excited as I would. Eleanor joked that my fatherly side was coming out. That scared me a little bit, to be honest. Was I cut out to be a father? I didn't know. I was still kind of young. That meant Eleanor would be the mother of the child, too. Could we -plus One Direction and Perrie- actually raise a kid? 

It was almost too much to think about. But I know I'd do this, because it really would help someone find a home. And just like Simon said, what girl wouldn't want to be adopted by One Direction?

*Eleanor POV*

When Louis told me about the fact that One Direction was adopting a child, at first I thought he was joking. But it was a little extreme, even for him. Now that I know it's true, well, I still can't believe it. I can't believe I'm actually going to mother a child. Will it be a sweet little girl, or a teenager filled with teen angst? We don't know yet, we're just looking for the one that feels most right for us. 

I like the prospect of being a mother. Braiding my daughter's hair and reading her bedtime stories until she falls asleep. Although we'll be a different kind of family (an ultra-famous boyband and their girlfriends seem kind of bizarre yet fun) I can't wait until we take her home.

Perrie and I went out and got our future lucky daughter things for her room. I'm proud of how it turned out. It's very stylish. I know I'll spoil this girl, whoever she is. I just want her to be comfortable. I'm very excited, but nervous too. I hope she'll like it.

*Louis POV*

We all arrived at the orphanage right on time. The interview was just about to begin. I scheduled it to be at 11:00 sharp, but we wasted an extra ten minutes because Niall wanted to stop for food (oh Niall). Eleanor, Liam, Niall, and Harry rode in my car, whilst Zayn and Perrie rode in the other car because there wasn't enough room. We both pulled into the parking lot at the exact same time. 

The orphanage seemed like a friendly place; a brick building with cheerful lights and a mural covering one brick wall. It was small and seemed very quaint. I hope we'd picked the right one.

I was a bit nervous. Eleanor squeezed my hand before we got out of the car. 

"It'll be good, okay?" she whispered, kissing me on the cheek. "I promise."

I grinned. I couldn't wait. 

"Are we gonna get out of this bloody car or what?" Niall's impatient voice groaned from the back. 

"Let's go!" Harry cried, clapping his hands. "Go, go, go!" he ordered, like an American football coach. Liam and Niall joined in as we hopped out of the car. 

"Horan!" Harry hooted. "Twenty jumping jacks!" 

"Aw, man,"  Niall protested. 

"It's cool, mate, I'll join in," I winked at him and we did jumping jacks together. "One! Two! Three! Fou-"

"Would you guys stop acting like little boys so we can actually adopt a child?" Perrie chuckled as Zayn slung an arm around her, kissing her on the top of the head. "If I didn't know it I'd think you lot were part of the orphanage." 

"Oh, shut up Perrie, they're just having fun," Zayn coaxed. 

"Well, we need to get down to business," Eleanor frowned. I stopped doing jumping jacks and ran over to her side, squeezing her hand. She seemed a little tense. I think she was just nervous about adopting a kid. She seemed excited about it in the car, though.

"Exactly!" Perrie reached over and the two girls high fived each other. "See what I mean? This time it's the girls that have common sense." 

"And surprisingly not Liam," I added.

"HORAN! STYLES! PAYNE! GET OVER HERE!" Perrie hollered. The boys immediately obeyed, sensing that Perrie was serious. We huddled up together, trying to form a plan. 

"Okay, guys, when we get in there, try to act friendly and professional - we know there's going to be screaming little girls everywhere." I said.

"And be nice, we want the girls to like us, not think we're super intimidating just because we're famous," Eleanor added, squeezing my hand. 

"And don't steal the food from the cafeteria," Niall contributed. 

We all turned to stare at him. The Irish lad turned bright red. "Not like I'm going to do that or anything," he stammered. 

We all shook our heads and turned back to the rest of the group. 

"And remember, we don't know what these girls' pasts are like," Zayn told us. "Let's be sensitive."

"We ready?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Yup," everyone echoed. 

"Then let's hit it!" I cried. With that, we made our way to the adoption center's entrance. I knew that no matter what, one lucky girl was going to be taken home tonight with the thought that she was now One Direction's daughter.

*Amelia's POV*

My reflection stared back at me in my bedroom mirror. I sighed and ran my fingers through my long blonde "scene" style hair. The ends were dip-dyed a dark blue and my eyes were ringed with dark eyeliner as usual.

I was so alternative; people would probably misjudge me and think I'm like a teenage criminal or something because of the way I look.  And when they realize how shy and scared and untrusting I really am, there's no way anyone would want to adopt me.

I had to wear makeup to cover the bruises and scars that were still healing. I didn't have any more makeup left so I had to wear a long-sleeved tight black top and ripped skinny jeans. This outfit plus the black tank top and yoga pants were the only clothes I had. I sighed and let a tear fall. I knew no one would ever adopt me, but maybe it was for the best. 

The atmosphere was cramped and crowded when I finally reached the bottom of the stairs to where the interviewing rooms were. All around me, I heard excited chatter and animated laughs. Some girls were even crying. There was a whole blend of emotions, and it was almost like I was at some concert or something.

I didn't know what was happening.

Usually it wasn't like this; people were relatively quiet and there was only a bit of chatter as to who people thought were going to get picked. But today, it was so much different. I was overwhelmed by the loud noise.

People rudely pushed past me, excited expressions on their faces. I hated when people touched me. All this stimulation just made it even worse. All I wanted to do was go back into my room and play more guitar. I didn't want to deal with this. I wasn't going to get adopted so what was the point? 

"Can you believe it?" someone shouted from behind me. I turned around, thinking the girl was talking to me, but I realized she was talking to someone else, someone who looked just excited as her. Why did they look so psyched? It was just another adoption for Christ sake. Unless freaking One Direction was here to adopt a lucky fan, I didn't see what the big deal was. 

"I know, right? They're here! They're actually here!" another girl squealed. I raised my eyebrows, curious. What were they talking about? I tried to use my height to my advantage, looking over the crowd. But I didn't see anything interesting. 

"Um, who's here?" I asked softly. The two girls turned to look at me, giving me the snobby once over. They exchanged amused glances and I grit my teeth, knowing what they were thinking. They'd probably seen no one like me in their entire life. They both had their blonde hair up in perfect little high ponytails, held in place with perfect little preppy headbands. I hated them already.

"One Direction, emo freak," one of them spat. The other laughed. Anger swirled up inside of me. I hated bullies. I'd been bullied all my life, and there was no way I was going to take it now. 

Wait, did she say One Direction?

"You're lying," I accused, scanning the crowd again. There was no way One Direction was here. Why would my five idols, the reason I was basically breathing today, be here and in the very same room as me? That was too good to be true. 

"Bitch, I'm not lying," the girl sneered. "They've come to adopt someone. And I can already tell it's not going to be you." My eyes widened. Oh, hell no. She did not just call me bitch. After years of being tormented and bullied by my stepfather. The amount of times I'd heard that word made me sick to my stomach. I was not about to start the cycle over again. Anger swirled in my stomach, about to burst. She didn't have to rub the fact that I was never going to get adopted in my face, either.

In an instant, before I knew what I was doing, I lifted my hand to slap the girl right across the face.  I didn't even know her, but that didn't matter. She was not getting away with that again. 

She gasped and lifted a hand to her face. One cheek was crimson red, and there was a white mark from where my hand had been. Her eyes filled up with tears and I smirked. That girl got exactly what she deserved. Just like my stepdad. 

"That's what you get," I said coolly, and then I just sauntered away as the crowd that had formed watched with mouths wide open. I felt a little bit guilty. I hadn't meant to hit her, but sometimes my anger got the best of me. 

Suddenly someone stepped out from the crowd. It was an older girl, with perfect tan skin and icy blue eyes. Her brown hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Black eyeliner and mascara rimmed her eyes. She looked tough; that much was obvious. 

"Look," she said, getting up in my face. "I don't know who you think you are, but around here, no one just steps up and acts like they're the shit when they're obviously not. I mean, look at you." She smirked and looked me up and down, and everyone laughed. 

I sucked in a breath. Where were the staff when you needed them? 

"That girl was being disrespectful to me, just like you are right now," I said, putting my hands on my hips. "And you should know right now that I don't take shit from anybody." 

"Oh, we'll see about that." the tough girl smirked. Then she pushed me forcefully onto the ground. I gasped as I fell and hit the ground hard, as visions of my stepfather doing the same thing flashed through my mind. And here it was, happening again. Was I ever going to escape it?

I knew I shouldn't have slapped that girl. But she had gotten on my last nerve. 

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" people were chanting. I slowly got up to my feet, swallowing hard as I tried to keep a calm expression on my face. All I wanted to do was go back to my room and just cry into my pillow. But I fought back the tears and kept my face emotionless. 

Then the girl punched me in the stomach.

I cried out in pain, squeezing my eyes shut as stars danced in my brain. I slumped to the floor, not able to contain my tears anymore. They spilled down my cheeks faster than lightning. Oh, God, I was making a fool out of myself now. Me and my amazing choices. My stomach hurt like hell, and-

"Don't you ever mess with me and my friends again," I heard the girl say through her teeth. It sounded scary. I nodded, barely able to speak. 

"HEY! HEY! BREAK IT UP!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I didn't know who it was, but I knew it was British. Immediately the crowd fell silent. I couldn't see anything through my tears. Each one was both from pain and emotion. 

I heard footsteps walk up to me. "Here, let me help you," I heard someone say.

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine," I lied, gritting my teeth. The girl had hit the exact spot where my dad had hit me days ago.

"Love, please," I heard the voice say. It sparked something in me. I looked up through my tears, clutching my stomach. 

Standing there, towering above me, was Louis Tomlinson. 

And standing behind him was the rest of One Direction. 

If I thought I couldn't breathe before...


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