Adopted By One Direction

Adopted

New Story. I've Seen A Lot Of People Do This Idea So I Decided To Do One. I Hope You People Out There Don't Think I'm Stealing Your Ideas!! If You Have A Problem With It, Comment Belowwww. Anyways, Enjoy! ;) BTW I Got The Idea For The Cover From Somebody Else That Did A Kidnapped By One Direction. IDK Who It Is, But All Credit To Her On The Cover!! <3

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I stared out the orphanage window. My room was lonely, since my roommate, Eve, just left. She was adopted and she's only been here for 1 month. I've been here for 2 years. Most people would die just to be adopted, but not me. I can't trust anyone anymore. Not after what happened to my parents and my poor, innocent little brother. I'm so alone. Nobody talks to me and its like I'm invisible. It's not that I care, but it would be nice to have someone to talk to once in a while. I know everyone thinks I'm weird because I do what I do. But I can't help it.

I hear Carrie, the orphanage director, knock on my door. I reluctantly get off my bed and open it. She stands there with her overly bright, pink suit on and pink heels. I guess she thinks it makes her look sweet. But she's anything but that. We only get about 1 meal a day and it's usually just the leftovers from the restaurant from across the street. The foods ok, I guess. She's very strict and none of the kids like her.

" Madeleine, what on earth are you daydreaming about?" Carrie's deep voice brought me back to reality.

"I...um..um...well I."

"Never mind that, get your stuff ready, your getting adopted."

I stood in shock. I was getting...adopted? But nobody ever wants me. I'm the oldest one here. I'm 13 and most of the girls here are 5-8. Someone actually wants me? But I don't want to leave! They'll just hurt me, like everyone else. No Way Am I Letting This Happen. No Way. I felt tears start to take over my vision, making it blurry.

"Well don't just stand there. Get ready!" Carrie said.

I stood still, trying to sink in the fact that someone actually wants me; most likely just to hurt me.

"Oh I'll do it! Just go ahead to my office and I'll catch up to you in a moment." Carrie sounded irritated that I wasn't following orders.

I walked out of the room, knowing that if I didn't follow this simple order, she'd spank me. I walked into her tiny office to find....5 teenage boys. Oh great. ~sarcasm~

They turned around to face me. The boy wearing stripes looked at me and smiled. He bent down on his knee so he was eye level with me. I looked at him with teary eyes.

" Hi little one. Maddie right?"

I nodded, not wanting to talk to him. I don't trust them already. Why would 5 teenage boys want to adopt a little girl. I think we all know the one reason why they would. And I was scared that I would end up in a hospital or police station, or maybe even in a ditch, just like before.

" Guess what?" He said rubbing my hand between his. " We're going to take you home. You'll have plenty of fun there." He said with a smile.

I suddenly realized what he meant and I screamed at the top of my lungs. Literally screamed. Like horror movie scream.

He backed away confused and shocked. I ran out the door, only to run into an all too familiar pink suit. Carrie.

" Sorry about this one, she's a little....strange. Are you sure you don't prefer to adopt maybe another one, maybe a bit younger?" Carrie said towards the boy w/ the stripes.

I peeked at him, my arms clinging to Carrie's waist, my face in her stomach. I was that short. He shook his head no.

" No, she's perfect. Just needs to get used to us is all." he said. I noticed an accent, though I'm not sure from where.

" Okey- dokie then." Carrie said, loosening herself from my grip. I backed away and watched as she went over to her desk to get the adoption papers. I was NOT going to get adopted! I can't! At least not by...THEM!!!

" Er...uh... Louis? Shouldn't we introduce ourselves to the little one?" A boy with blonde hair spoke to the striped one. Louis.

" Oh yeah, I guess that would be the smart thing to do."

Louis bent down on his knee once more. I hate the fact that he does that. I mean I know I'm short, but no need to make it obvious. I also hated that they called me the "little one" I mean I frickin 13! But I am quite small for my age. I'm so petite that most of the 8 year-olds can carry me a few inches off the ground.

He cleared his throat and then spoke. " Well I'm Louis."

" I'm Niall." The blondey said.

" Hi, I'm Harry." The curly haired one said.

" That's Liam." Louis pointed out. "And Zayn."

I stepped back a little, still a bit frightened by them.

" Ok, so where do I sign?" Louis, got up and headed to the desk.

Shoot. I completely forgot about that. I couldn't let them hurt me. Never. I felt tears start to blur my vision. I was on my breaking point.

" Right here." Carrie pointed at a spot on the document.

'No! Please! Please! Don't Sign It!......please." The tears were running down my cheeks.

Louis turned around and gave a sincere smile. He signed the document anyways.

" Alright then, she's all yours." Carrie said. " And I'm glad to be rid of her..." She said under her breath, though I heard it clearly.

More tears started to cover my cheeks and I wiped them away with the purple sleeve of my knitted sweater. ~ PIC ON THE SIDE~

" Ok, lets get going. But we wont be needing those." Louis said, pointing towards my bags. " We're going to buy you all new stuff."

I stood there, tears drying up on my cheeks. I WASNT GOING WITH THEM.

Louis and the other boys walked out the door. I didn't follow them. It didn't take them that long to realize it.

" Come On." Louis said.

I backed away from them.

" Maddie, we got to get going." Louis said.

I shook my head no. " I'm not going with you.." I whispered. I felt the tears start to flow over my cheeks once more.

Louis sighed then he looked at Zayn. I gave them a confused look until I realized what was happening. Zayn lifted me up over his shoulder and knowing me, I fought back.

" NO! Please! PUT. ME. DOWN!!!" I kicked and hit him, but nothing seemed to work. He lifted me all the way to the car. When he put me down so I could get in, I made a run for it. I ran and ran. It wasn't long until I heard footsteps behind me. I ran faster until I felt a pair of muscular arms wrap around me. I looked up and saw Zayn's face. I started to punch him in the stomach but it was obviously not effecting him. He carried me back to the giant tour bus with no problem. The boys were all standing outside, waiting patiently for Zayn to return with me. I was STILL freaking out. I was punching and screaming and kicking. I felt a piece of cloth come around to my face. It smelled like chemicals. Holy shiz! They are drugging me!

I looked around, my eyes getting heavy.

" I'm sorry baby" I heard Louis say until it all went black.