Adopted By OneDirection

Lizzie's POV


"alright," Olivia announced obnoxiously loud, tearing open the curtains and letting the deathly rays of light hit my face. Hiss.


"come on Liz, up and at 'em! Big day, big day!" she cascaded around the room, preparing what I assumed was my attire for the event. Meanwhile, I clamped my palms over my eyes and let out a throaty groan. "Elisabeth!"

I peaked under my fingers, spotting Olivia - hands rested on her hips - at the end of the bed. "Nope." I refused bluntly and buried my small body under the thick layers of blankets and pillows. Said layers were soon pulled off of me, exposing me to the vile English temperature.

"Up, up, up!" She sang, dragging my fatigued weight off the haven of the bed. I sat like a tatty rag doll as endless amounts if ribbons, bows, buttons and frills suffocated me, she fiddled with my incredibly thin mousy locks before taking a step back and observing her work. She held up two thumbs and I flopped back onto the mattress. "No, come on, we aren't done!" I was pulled back up by my shoulders and I blinked.

Lord give me strength.

- - - -

"You must be Elisabeth!"

"How adorable!"

"Hello sweetly, my name's--"

"What a pleasure, I'm--"

I sped around the house; desperately searching for an exit. Even at the age I was - I knew these people were all important and also nearly as suffocating as the ridiculously frilly dress Olivia had squeezed me into, making me resemble a child pageant contestant. (Cue shudder). Skidding around the corner, I managed to slip upstairs un-noticed and (conveniently) found the bathroom empty. I locked the door behind me and leant against it with my chest rising up and down rapidly.

Mr Cowell had practically thrown her into the sea of snooty rich people where not even a single person had a familiar face what-so-ever. Hence why I was going Usain Bolt on the whole thing.

"Helloo?" A girly voice sang from the other side of the door followed my light knocking. "Anyone in there? I'm absolutely bursting for a wee!"

"What's the password?" I called, pressing my ear against the door.

"Hm... Is it 'this party sucks?" The locks made a few clicking sounds and I slowly opened the door, poking my head and gasping at the tall lady with big doe brown eyes and a slick sandy blonde ponytail.

"good guess." I admired.

"Hi, I'm Sophia." She smiled, slipping through the gap I'd made for her. "You're Lizzie, right?" She asked as I closed the door.

"mhm," I hummed and leant back and forth on the balls of my feet.

"I'm here with my dad; got dragged here against my own will. Family friends or whatever. I'm guessing you were forced too, right?" She let out a light laugh, observing the bathroom.

"I'd ask why you've locked yourself in here but I'm guessing it's because the party sucks balls." She blankly stated, not even flinching when she spoke inappropriately in front of me.

I like her.

Notes

I'm back from the dead guys! Basically, I was kidnapped by a gang of garden gnomes - bunch of grass holes. Anyway,this story will be brought back to life soon! Don't panic! -Megan xo