Dear One Direction

Georgia's POV

I couldn't see, but I held onto Key's hand just invade I lost her. I guided her and myself to the light switch and light invaded the dark corners and shadows.

"Hello? Perrie? Boys?"

I got no answer. I simply shrugged, maybe they had an interview as they usually do. I brought Key farther into the house, shutting the door with my foot and walked up the stairs.

We had gone into the living room and settled down. I looked at Key.

"So you don't know who your parents are? Do you have a foster home, or a adoption center? Something?"

She shook her head. I mentally gasped.

"So, how old are you," I asked her.

"Um, I'm nine," she said. She was taller for her age, and more mature may I add. I thought she would be, like, twelve. That's how tall she was.

Her almond-brown and blonde hair was in two messy braids, an I wondered who had done them. She was quite beautiful, really. A sight for sore eyes.

"Georgia," I heard someone call from downstairs. I signed for Key to stay on the couch while I went downstairs. Zayn and Liam were there, but only the two.

"We have a problem."

Notes

Uh oh!!!