Nat's P.O.V

"The concert's this Friday!!" Eliza screamed.

"Oh my god Eliza, enough about the concert. I'm sick of it!"

A shocked expression plastered Eliza's face.

"But it's One Direction!! How can you be sick of it? Everyone loves them!"

"I know, but you talk way too much about them!"


"Fine, I'll shut up then." And with that she left the room. I mean why can't she be realistic?

When is she going to realise that they might not love her as much as she loves them?

What's really annoying is that she can't stop talking about them. It's like she has

forgotten everything she used to love, like catching up with her friends, playing sport. Now

it's doing her makeup and her hair and going shopping. She's become so superficial.

By Friday she'll be a hormonal mess all because of some boy band. God she is so

annoying. I just hope Friday comes soon enough. It's Wednesday, so not too far away.

"Nat, dinner's ready!"

Oh yeah, by the way, my name's Natalie, but everyone calls me Nat. I make my way down

the stairs, feeling the smooth railing. I walk into the kitchen and get my plate. I sit down

opposite Eliza. (She's my adopted sister) She's giving me the death stare. I make a face at

her and start to eat my dinner. Chicken and chips, classic.

"Can you pass me the salt Eliza?"

"Would you like a sticker that says I hate One Direction with that as well?"

"Grow up Eliza. You're sixteen, the youngest one's like nineteen and the oldest is what,

twenty-one?"

"So, that's only three and five years older than me."

"That would be like going out with one of my friends. I'm nineteen!"

"Girls that's enough. Otherwise I won't let either of you go to the concert." My mother cut in.

"But Mum, I've been waiting my whole life to see them. You can't take the tickets away. We

have exclusive V.I.P and meet and greet ones!" Eliza pleaded.

I murmured, "They only came out three years ago. That's not your whole life."

"Girls, stop arguing right this minute!"

"Fine." We both said. As soon as I finished my dinner and put my plate in the dishwasher, I

raced up to my room and slammed the door. I needed to escape from my family

sometimes. I picked up my pyjamas and went into my en-suite. I turned the tap to get the

water started and adjusted it to the right temperature for me. Then I put my iPhone

in the dock and pressed shuffle. I started getting undressed and jumped in. I let the hot

water run down my body, helping me clear my head.

I picked up the shampoo and massaged my scalp with the liquid. It was rather quite

soothing doing this. I just don't know how to get rid of my sister's obsession. It's driving me

mental. Maybe I should pretend to be sick so she misses the concert. No, I wouldn't hear

the end of it. What about a hypnotist? The possibilities are endless. Now I know that most

people love One Direction including you, yes you, the one reading this. Whether your

crazy about Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall or Zayn, I need your help because my sister has gone

O.T.T!!

Eliza's P.O.V

What's wrong with her? She thinks I'm insane. I'm not hung up on some boy band. They're

awesome. I just can't comprehend their mind - blowing abilities. I wish Nat could see it. She acts as

though she doesn't have time for things like that. She's so focused on her future, she's

missing out on the fun years of life. Look, I get that we're nothing alike, I'm adopted. I just

miss the old her. She doesn't even want to go to the concert. Something's up with her, I'm

sure of it, she never acts like this. Look, I'm older now than what I used to be anyway. I

think secretly she doesn't want me to grow up. I'm allowed to be into makeup, fashion and hair.

There's nothing wrong with that. She's into it. I guess that's one of the only things we have

in common. I just wish we had more in common though. Like real sisters even though that will

probably never happen. I was about six when I came and lived here with Nat and her

family. My parents were killed in a tragic car accident. I remember I was in a foster home with

some of my friends. Each month at least

one of them would be adopted. Seeing how there was six of us including myself, it was no

time before they were gone. I was all alone for three months until Nat's family came. They all

had a look at us and then they picked me. I was so excited that I would be getting a new

Mum, dad and sister. I packed my bags and raced back to the family. The caretaker

woman said to me, "Now Eliza, you are very lucky to be given such a caring and loving family like

this. Remember to behave, use your manners and be kind. Now come here gorgeous girl."

She bent down and gave me a hug. After I said goodbye we left to go to the car. The

daughter raced in and went into the very back of their four wheel drive.

"Do you want to come in the back with me?" Asked the girl.

"Yes please."

"What's your name?"

"Eliza, what's yours?"

"Natalie but you can call me Nat. How old are you?"

"Six and you?"

"Nine."

"Thank you for letting me be in your family."

"That's okay. So now you are Eliza Miller."

"Yeah, I guess I am." I smiled.

Annabelle (Mum) P.O.V

"I'm sorry, but it's not possible for you to have another child. Natalie was a miracle ma'am, but

something's gone wrong that's incurable. As I said before, I am really very sorry." The

Obstetrician said. I was devastated. How could this have happened?

Why did this happen? What could I have possibly done to deserve this? Was it the time I

told Nat off for making a mess in the kitchen or drawing on the walls? Maybe it was karma.

All I knew was that I needed to have another child, not just for my husband and I, but for

Nat too. Adoption was an idea. It was affordable and we could choose which child we

would like.

1 Year Later

"She's the one. We have to get her. Look at her curls and that smile. Nat what do you think?"

"I like her. She's cute."

"Is everyone agreed that we will choose her?"

"Yes." They all agreed.

"May we have that girl there please?"

"Who, Eliza? Are you sure, I mean there are plenty of others to choose from, for instance

Brandon here -"

"No we'd like Eliza thanks all the same?"

"Very well then. Eliza, you will be going home with these people. Go and pack right this

minute."

"Yes miss." The girl smiled. I knew she was going to be perfect. I could feel it.

Notes

First fan fiction yay!! So nervous to put it up. Let me know what you think xx