"They're just two best friends who fell in love."


1. Chapter 1


" dad, he was, he was an amazing person," I choked out, "he was my best friend and I loved him with all I had, I'm going to miss him for the rest of my life, and, um, I-I'm sorry, I can't do this."

Two weeks.

It's been two weeks since I lost him.

Today is his funeral.

I can't handle this.

He was a single parent.

I never met my mom.

I'm parentless now.

I'm 13 years old.

I'm going to an orphanage today. 

"Emily?" I turned when I heard my name.

"Are you ready to go? It's a long drive to the orphanage."

I sighed, "I guess so."

We walked to the car, we being me and Sarah - my child services chick person.

We pulled out of the driveway of the funeral home, "would you like to stop and get something to eat?"

I just shook my head. I was too sad to talk.

"You need to eat something, I haven't seen you eat all day," she sighed.

"Not hungry." I shrugged.

"Alright, fine, but at least get some sleep."

So I did, I leaned my head against the window and fell asleep.



"Emily, wake up, we're here."

I slowly lifted my head up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around and took in my surroundings.

We were at the top of a very long driveway, right in front of a comfortable looking home, which had a small sign in front of it that said 'Sandy's Orphanage' I guess this is my new home.

We got out of the car and I grabbed my bags which had all of my belongings in them.

Sarah knocked on the door and a few seconds later a boy who looked to be about my age answered the door. He had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and he was quite tall and a wee bit scronny. 

"Who are you?" He asked.

Sarah spoke, "I'm Sarah and this is Emily, she's going to be living here now, may we come in?"

He nodded and opened the door a bit wider.

A lady who looked to be in about her late thirties or early forties came down the stairs. She had shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes and was very petite. She seemed nice.

"Hello, you must be Emily, I'm Sandy, it's lovely to meet you."

I waved slightly. I didn't want to be here. I wanted to be at my house, with my dad, in the living room, watching football (soccer but i'm saying football bc uk) while eating pizza and cracking jokes.

Sandy's smile faltered a bit when she saw how unhappy I must look.

"Zayn sweetie?" She turned to the boy who answered the door.

He turned around, "Can you show Emily to her room? She's where Cathrine used to be."

"Sure, follow me." 

I followed him up the stairs, we then turned right and walked down the hall, he pointed to a room on the right, "that's the girls bathroom."

We stopped a couple doors down, "this is your room."

I nodded and walked in.

"Do you talk?" He asked me.

I nodded, I was too tired and too sad to talk. I was afraid that if I talked I would just end up crying and I do not want this boy to see me cry.

"What's your name again?"

"Emily," I whispered.

I hated how it sounded. It sounded broken and tired. How will I ever be okay again? I lost the one person who actually means something to me.

"What happened to your parents?"

Just thinking about it made tears come to my eyes, I couldn't answer him.

I just turned around so he wouldn't see me cry.

"Look, I'm just trying to be friends, the least you could do is answer me."

I didn't do anything.

He huffed, "fine then, I'll just be going."

"Car crash."


"A car crash."

"What about a car crash?" He asked.

"My dad."


"Your mom?"

"Never met her."

"I'm sorry."

"I hate when people say that."


"It's not your fault, don't say sorry."

He was silent.

"How old are you," he asked me.

"Thirteen, how about you?"


I nodded.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Abusive parents."

"That sucks."

He snorted, "yeah it really does."

"Do you want me to introduce you to my friends?" He asked softly.

"Don't treat me like this."

"Like what?"

"Don't talk to me like I'm some broken little girl because I'm not, I'm just sad. Treat me like a normal person and soon enough I won't be so sad. Hopefully."

He nodded, "alright, well lets go."

We walked into the room across the hall where there were five other kids.

"Hey," Zayn said.

They all turned around, "this is Emily, she just got here today."

"I'm Grace," said a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Very pretty.

"I'm Harry," said a boy with curly brown hair and vibrant green eyes.

"I'm Louis," said a boy with brown hair and blue eyes.

"Hi, I'm Niall," said a boy with brown hair and blue eyes.

"And I'm Liam," said a boy with brown hair and brown eyes, he was very scronny.

I nodded, "I'm Emily and I'm 13 years old and I like pizza."

"I like you," Grace decided.

"Good." I nodded.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad here after all.


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