ZAYN'S POV

I picked up Kaileen and opened the car door for her enter.

"Thank you." She smiled before entering and closing the door.

I hopped in the car myself and turned on the car. The radio station was on Classic Rock.

"Can I change it?" She asked.

"Sure." I said.

She changed it to a Hip-Hop station and Just a Dream was playing.

"I was at the top and now it's like in the basement. Number one spot now she's finding a replacement. I swear now I can't take it. Knowing somebody's got my baby. Now you ain't around baby I can't think. I should've put it down should've got that ring. Cause I can still feel it in the air. Yeah see her pretty face run my fingers through her hair." She rapped in perfect timing.

"Your good." I complimented.

"It's just a small hobby." She blushed.

"How long have you been rapping?" I asked.

"My dad sorta introduced me to rap when I was 8. When he died, I stopped. I usually do it when I'm alone cause most times I end up in tears." She explained sadly.

"Oh. I'm sorry." I said sympathetically.

"It's fine. It's not your fault." She said staring out the window.

"So do you live with your mom now?" I asked.

"She died having me. My dad went to a therapy to learn how to love someone who took away someone that important to him so he could be the best for me. We were really close. He understood it wasn't my fault because I felt so bad about it. He died when I was 10 in a car accident. I went to my abusive Uncle for a few months then somebody finally found out and reported him for abuse and the police took me an orphanage. A couple adopted me and when one of them got a job offer here, we moved to England. That's why I am here. The other girls came from the orphanage too. We are best friends so they found them foster homes near me cause the head of the Orphanage liked us." She said with a few tears falling.

"At least you're here now. Things happen for a reason." I said rubbing her shoulder.

"I think we're here." She sniffled.

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KAILEEN'S POV

"He got your story out of you on the first day?" Jenna asked shocked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said.

"You're guarded." Adelaide said.

"Whatever." I scoffed funnily.

"Stupid." Jenna laughed punching my arm.

Notes

I am not adopted or a foster kid but my best friend is a foster kid and my other friend is adopted and their stories touched me so I combined them


~Kai