adopted by one direction

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

Every night I find myself waking up, the memories of the Sister Jörg, our orphanage owner, constantly abusing me, there's no time where I'm not wanting to end it all, everything hurts. People bully me, and it's all because of my thin figure, why can't they see that I'm the same as everyone else? I can often feel the lingering stares on my body whilst I am out, but I refuse to allow anyone to place their hands on me. 

Sister Jörg never fails to plant cuts on my smooth skin, they sting as the wind harshly blows upon them. I once again, feel my body instinctively climb out of the window, sneaking out has started to become a bad habit. These nights, I recently find myself bumping into the same person, their air is mysterious and I can't help but find myself being lured in. They loiter around the same place every time, the first time, I saw them sitting on the chairs outside of the illuminated convenience store and ever since then my body is pulled towards that same place, I never approach them though - I feel like it might ruin the already found atmosphere.

Tonight feels different, once again I head towards the lit up convenience store but I hear a sound from the opposite direction, my mind tells me no but my body is already on the move towards it, I can't stop the curiosity. I peer through the narrow alleyway, and I could see figure of a thin, shrivelled man slowly approach me. I didn't notice it at first, but as it came closer I realised it was no human. I remember my mother telling me when I was still young, about demons that would target young girls late at night. My body couldn't move, my feet were heavy and my heartbeat grew faster. I could see my life flash before my eyes, my tears were streaming against my cheeks. I closed my eyes, and readied myself for some kind of impact but it never came. Rather a loud noise came from behind me and my head whirled around and it came to face with a broad chest. I noticed how their arms were crowded with tattoos and his fingers were wrapped around a gun, I looked up and our eyes met.

It was the mysterious man from the convenience store. 

It was Harry Styles.