“How long do you plan on staying?” Paul asked.
“How long can I stay?” pause “I really don’t want to go home,” I replied, referring to my dad.
“As long as you want… Why don’t you want to go home?”
“I don’t want to talk about it…”
“Okay then, we’ll think of someth-”
“CAN WE ADOPT HER!!?” Louis said out of nowhere.
I was star struck by the thought of that, One Direction being my family…
“I don’t know Louis… I don’t think management would like that…” Paul said.
“Come on pleeeaaaaassssssseeee?” Louis pleaded.
“Fine, but you are responsible for her…” he said, sounding like I’m a pet or something.
“I’m not a dog… Jeez.” I mumbled, before adding, “You’ll have to call the adoption place-thing and then they’ll call my—dad, and if he approves, they’ll email you the papers, then you’ll have to…”
“Okay, we get it…” Zayn said, shutting me up.
“Guess who is now a certified Horan?” Paul said.
“Horan?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah, we needed someone’s name to be your official guardian, and Niall gave in,” he explained.
“So, Niall is like-my brother now?”
This is perfect, I guess, I have a family, considering the fact that the-some of the boys are ‘technically’ my uncles. Yay me.