**EDITED 8-14-17
Hi, everyone! I just want to thank everyone who survived through this bullshit of a story that I wrote nearly three years ago! The story finally hit one million reads, and I couldn't be more thankful. I have you wonderful lovelies to thank for making this amazing milestone happen. I just want you to know from the bottom of my heart that I love you because you have made my dream a reality. I haven't been writing as much recently, but this spectacular support from all of you has sparked a bit of creativity back within me so hopefully you will see some new work of mine soon. Enjoy reading excuse the bullshit writing because....like...wow...I WAS 13 OKAY?! I was such a carrot...
disclaimer! I wrote this, like I said, when I was 13. I was a bad writer then, not to say that 13 year olds are bad writers, I just happened to be. So bear with me, it's kind of rough at the beginning but I do grow better through out the story I promise!! ALLLLSSSSOOOO, I was a carrot. The beginning mostly is a carrot-ish type fanfic but along with the bad writing, I grow out of it. It gets better, I promise. ALSO I KNOW NIALL IS IRISH. LET'S ALL MOVE PAST THAT YES?????
NOW LET'S GET ON WITH THE STORY. ENOUGH BULLSHIT, BELLA!
love you all!
~Bella~****
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No texting and driving. That is what my dad always told me. Of course I wouldn't have been able to drive at the time anyway. "You can crash and get seriously injured," he always told me.
"But you always text and drive," I would say confused. He was such a hypocrite.
"I have been driving for a long time," he says like that justifies it, but it doesn't. My mom got in a car crash when I was eight. She was talking on the phone and wasn't paying attention. She hit the curb, and the car flipped. I was in the car, and it was a miracle I survived. Her death caused me to stop talking for three months. I don't know why it did though. I was so upset because she was practically my best friend. We did everything together.
After my mother died, my father became an alcoholic and abused me. It was horrible. The only reason I started talking again was because my old best friend got me to. Soon after she ditched me for the cheer squad.
Three years after my mother died and my father started to abuse me, my father got in a car accident. He was texting, of course. Even though he abused me, I still loved him. He only abused me when he was drunk. It was hard for me to love him even when he hurt me.
When my father crashed, I was in the car with him. Our car flipped over. When my mother had died, my father started to get involved with the wrong group of people. He managed to avoid jail even though he did drugs and worked with drug dealers. After the car crashed, a man approached our car and shot my father. He was dressed in black and had a ski mask on. The man gave me a gold tooth grin and shot me. What the man didn't know is that he hit me in the shoulder. The police soon found us and rushed me to the hospital. I lost over half my blood, but it was another miracle that I survived.
I had no other family members so I went to the orphanage. I have been at the orphanage for three years. No one wants a teenager and that is why I have been here for so long. Fourteen year olds who talk to no one aren't the ideal child. I haven't spoken a word to anyone since the day of my father's accident. It's not that I can't talk, it's just that I don't want to.
"Alexandra," Isabella says from the door. I look up, "you have some visitors."
Five older boys walk in the room. They look familiar, but I can't put my finger on who they actually are. They are all at least eighteen if not older. I cross my arms over my stomach. "Hello, love," the one with the brown curly hair.
I look to Isabella to want to know why they are here. "They are here to adopt you," she says happily.
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(Louis's PoV- two hours before)
Simon frowns at us. I don't know how many times we have to apologize before he will believe we are sorry. "I can't believe you lads are that idiotic," he says in almost a yell. He shakes his head.
"We are sorry," Liam pleads. "It won't happen again."
Simon scoffs at us. "Please," he mutters. Drinking before an interview was a stupid move. We were all drunk maniacs even though we weren't that drunk, it just seemed like it. "You all have screwed up bad this time. You guys need to be mature and act like the adults you should be."
"What do we have to do to prove we are responsible adults?" Niall asks.
"We already have something planned for you all that will require your undivided attention all of the time," Simon says grinning. Oh gosh, what is he thinking? It can't be good. We lean forward in our seats. "You have to take care of a kid."
"What?" Harry asks in shock.
"You heard me," Simon snaps. "You have to take care of a kid to prove your responsible. Her name is Alexander, and she needs someone to take care of her. You will pick her up at the orphanage soon."
"We don't have time to take care of a kid," I say. "We have our music to work on especially since our album is coming out soon," as much as I would love another sister we don't have time to watch a kid.
"How old is she?" Liam asks.
"Fourteen."
"So we have no other choice?" Zayn asks. Simon nods. I know we would all love a little sister who is spending time with us, but we don't have time for it.
Simon tells us we have no other choice. We pile in the car in shock. The boys and I don't know what to say. What is she doesn't like us? What if we don't like her? That's impossible because we love just about everyone. After a two hour drive to the orphanage, we step out of the car nervously. This is it.
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(Alexandra's PoV)
I shake my head and stare at the ground. No one wants to adopt me, ever. I am hard to communicate with and hard to please. I didn't even have an interview with them like everyone else does.
"Are you going to say anything Alexandra?" Isabella asks. I stare at her in amusement. Have I ever said anything to anyone here including you? Isabella sighs. "That's what I though."
"Is Alexandra mute?" The blondie asks.
Isabella shakes her head. "Alexandra doesn't talk to anyone. She hasn't spoken a word since her dad...umm-"
The five boys ingulf me in their arms. They all feel bad for me. My breathing starts to pick up. The boys let go of me and step back. Isabella leaves the room so that I can make myself comfortable around the boys. I feel nervous and uninviting.
"Do you know who we are?" The one with the quiff asks. I stare at the floor. "I'll say that's a no."
I look up at them. I swear I have seen them before, but where? The one with floppy brown hair introduces everyone, point to them when he says their name. "I'm Louis, this is Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Harry," they all have British accents. I give them a slight smile, "and we're One Direction," Louis exclaims quietly. My jaw drops
That's who they are. I have heard their songs before, and I really like them too. I sing them when no one else is around.
"I'm guessing you know the band," Niall says smiling. I give them a smile. I do know who they are.
Isabella comes back in with the adoption sheets. Are they really going to adopt me? Zayn notices my concerned look. He must know what I'm thinking. "Yes we are really going to adopt you," he assures me. My head drops to the floor. They are crazy for adopting me.
After they finish signing the papers, they lead me out to a black limousine. They always drive in style. What are the chances I would be adopted by One Direction? They must have a motive for doing this.
"So do you like dancing?" Harry asks when we are in the car. I sit next to Harry and Louis. Across from us is Niall, Zayn, and Liam. I nod slightly. "That is really cool."
"Do you like singing?" Louis asks. I nod. Louis doesn't notice me nod. "Wait that was a stupid question."
"But she said she did," Harry points out.
Louis looks at me shocked. "You do?" He asks. I nod again. "You are awesome!" He exclaims. Louis wraps his arms around me. I burry my head in his shirt and smile. He smells nice. It makes me feel safe. My eyes feel heavy. I fall asleep with ease.
I feel myself being picked up. I open my eyes, and Louis is carrying me bridal style into a huge house. I am awe struck. This house is huge. I wrap my arms around his neck and set my head on his shoulder. He sets me down on a couch in a huge living room. I look around the room with my mouth hung wide open. I hear the boys giggle at me. I turn to them and cross my arms while I give them my grumpy face.
"Aww," Niall pouts. "Don't be so sad."
I roll my eyes. Liam gasps. "Did you not bring any bags?" He asks.
I shake my head. I don't have anything to bring. They sold all of my belongings and my dad's to pay for my surgery and hospital bills. "We are going shopping tomorrow!" Louis yells in excitement. I shake my head. I'm not good at being in public considering I haven't been in public for like three years.
"No buts or nonverbal buts," Louis tells me. I shake my head smiling. I wish they really cared about me.
I sit on my new bed. It is huge! That is an understatement since my previous rooms have been small because I didn't grow up rich at all. You could almost say I was poor. It is getting late so I climb into bed. Liam and Louis game me some shorts and a T-shirt to wear to bed for now. The bed is soft and warm. It is nothing like I have had before. I drift off to sleep happier than I have ever been. I mean what girl wouldn't want to live with One Direction?
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Author's note
Hey I'm Bella! I love you!
Okay bye now!