New beginnings

After Louis closed the laptop, he pulled me into his chest and let me stay there, comforting me.
It’s not even really the hate that gets to me. It’s just the fact that so many people want me to die. How could a human being wish another human, who they’ve never met, was dead? What did I do to deserve that?
I have mixed emotions. I love being held. It makes me feel so secure and loved.
Sure, “mom” and “dad” loved all of us, but since I they weren’t my real parents, nor my permanent home, I felt awkward making physical contact with them.
But when Louis holds me, I feel like I have a real dad. A real family. People who care about me.
Louis is my legal father, after all. I know that he’ll be a great dad, but I do need a mother figure.
But he’s gay, so I guess that’s not happening any time soon.
Eventually, I stop crying. I smile weakly and tell Louis that I’m going back to my room and he nods, not making eye contact with me.
I sit on my bed and open my macbook, clicking safari and going to twitter before I think about what I’m doing.
#weloveyouviolet and #violetisperfect is trending. I roll my eyes. They obviously only did it because Louis basically told them to.
Not five minutes later, someone knocks on my door. I pull myself off of the bed and open the door, revealing Harry.
“Lou wanted me to tell you that we’re going out to dinner,” he says. “be ready in thirty?”
I nod and close the door, only to open the one to my closet. It’s going to be hard to pick something, considering the fact that I have about a million different pairs of shoes and what seems like hundreds of dresses, shirts, and jeans. Honestly, the boys went a bit overboard.
I grab a gorgeous white lacy dress and slip it on, along with pastel shoes that add a pop of colour.
I do my makeup quickly, applying mascara and eyeliner and then moving on to foundation and eyeshadow. When I’m finally done, I look at myself in the mirror and spritz on perfume.
I walk downstairs and look for the boys. They’re all dressed nicely in collared shirts and slacks.
I’m glad I didn’t overdress. I was a little worried.
Zayn spots me first.
“Hey, Vi.” He says. “Perrie’s coming too, by the way.”
“Oh, cool.” I answer.
“And I invited Sophia.” Liam adds. I nod. Good. Sometimes, it can get a bit awkward when I’m the only girl. Plus, I haven’t met Perrie or Danielle yet.
“Ready?” asks Harry.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” I reply, opening the door and stepping out into the cool air.

Notes

Sorry it was short. I have a lot of stuff to do.
On the other hand, I'm going to be on a school trip the 15th to the 18th so I might not update. (I might, actually, if we get some downtime.) and then I have spring break. I'll probably update at least twice or three times over spring break.
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