Adopted by 1D

Goodnight
Liam’s POV
I dropped Husky off at school and waved her goodbye. She gave me a small, sad smile and walked away. I felt bad. She really didn’t want to go to school.
I parked in the driveway and slammed my hands against the steering wheel. I was so angry with Harry. Him getting drunk. Him hurting Husky. Him. I was just so angry with him. I could see why his girlfriend dumped him.
I pushed the car door open and stepped out. The sun was clouded over, throwing shadows across the pavement. I walked in the front door. Niall and Zayn were arguing over a box of cereal. Zayn saw me and tossed the cereal to Niall. He raced to stand in front of me.
‘What happened to Husky last night!? The guys refused to tell me, and Harry is passed out on the lounge! What happened?!’ I raised a hand to stop Zayn talking.
‘Husky met Harry last night when he was drunk. He threw a glass at her and her cheek got cut. She says it’s not that bad.’ Zayn looked at me in horror.
‘When her father stabbed her she said it wasn’t that bad! What will she think of Harry!?’ I stopped. I wondered. What would she think of Harry? I pushed the thought off of my shoulders and walked into the lounge room. Harry was still asleep on the couch. Louis was sitting on a chair, glaring at the snoring Harry. He wanted to be the first to kill him. And I wanted to watch. Louis never got angry, but when he did, if it was aimed at you, you were scared. Niall started yelling at Zayn. I looked around the door frame and smiled. Zayn was eating Niall’s breakfast. I sat down on a single couch, waiting for Harry to wake up.
It was three hours before Harry woke up. He rubbed his eyes lazily and blinked at us.
‘What are you guys doing?’ Louis bolted into a standing position. He suddenly looked ten times bigger. I pushed myself back into the couch.
‘YOU TOTAL IDIOT!! HOW DARE YOU HURT HUSKY!!’ Harry cowered back against the couch.
‘What the hell are you talking about, Louis?’
‘YOU WERE DRUNK LAST NIGHT, YOU BASTARD!!’ A flash of realisation crossed Harry’s face.
‘Oh my god.’ Louis sat back on his chair and clenched his hands over his knees. I could see he was using everything in his power to not punch Harry. I felt the same.
‘Harry, last night you forgot who husky was. You threw a glass at her and it cut her face. Right now, everyone in this house wants to kill you.’ Harry stared at me, his mouth wide open. He started shaking his head.
‘No. I wasn’t drunk. I couldn’t have been. Georgie told me not to drink anything.’
‘Yeah, well, you did. And she dumped you. You also have a new girlfriend. I’m pretty sure you have her number in your phone.’
‘No. Georgie didn’t leave me. I didn’t drink.’ Harry didn’t sound very sure. He almost sounded like he was pleading with himself. I shook my head. Louis looked so angry it was scary. I stood up. I still had a couple of hours before I had to pick up Husky. I decided I wanted nothing to do with the ear-beating Harry was about to receive from Louis.
After helping Niall make a fail of a cake, I received a phone call.
‘Hello?’
‘Hi Liam.’
‘Hi Husky. What’s up?’ I heard laughter in the background. Husky shushed them.
‘I was just wondering, can I walk home?’
‘Depends.’
‘I’m walking with my friends, no need to worry.’
‘Fine. Count yourself lucky.’
‘I do, thanks.’ Husky hung up. I smiled. Husky did have friends. I think the only reason nobody liked her was because they were jealous. Husky was very pretty.
Niall and I ate the cake, and we threw the rest at Zayn as he came down the stairs. Louis had been fighting with Harry for ages. I walked into the lounge room. Harry looked close to tears, and Louis looked close to murder. I looked at Louis.
‘Lou, Husky will be home soon. I would like it if you didn’t look like a murderer when she does.’ Louis gave me an apologetic look, shot a dirty look at Harry and left the room. I looked at Harry.
‘Do you want some Panadol?’ I asked, remembering that Harry felt extremely guilty about what he did. He nodded, hugging his knees to his chest.
I threw Harry the box of Panadol and handed him a glass of water. Harry took a couple of pills and chugged down the water. I turned to leave.
‘Liam?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Does Husky hate me?’
‘I don’t know, mate. She’ll be home in a little bit. We’ll find out then.’ Harry nodded, but he looked worried. I gave him a concerned look and left the room.
Louis’ POV
I stared in disgust at the atrocity that Liam and Niall had cooked up. Zayn came running downstairs, complaining about the fact that he had to have a shower because he was attacked with poison. I looked at the attempt of a cake. I suppose it was poison.
I heard laughter outside. I looked through the window above the sink. Husky was outside, walking across the lawn. She was waving at two boys, who were waving back. I heard the front door slam. I don’t know why, but I was still angry with Harry. I walked into the hallway and watched Husky drop her bag to the floor. I remembered that the last time I actually spoke to her; I was either yelling or being a bastard. Husky glanced at me and quickly looked away. I looked down. I felt really bad.
‘Husky, I’m sorry for being such a bastard at dinner last night.’ Husky looked up at me and smiled.
‘It’s all right, Lou.’ I grinned at her.
‘So, how was school?’
‘Good. I made a couple of friends.’ I frowned at her.
‘Are you sure you sure you should be hanging out with those guys?’ Husky shot me a look that made me regret saying anything. It wasn’t angry, it was sad.
‘A couple of guys at school were harassing me. Alex and Ashton saved me from them.’ I gave Husky a curious look.
‘What kind of harassment?’ Husky looked away and walked past me, obviously trying to avoid the question. I followed her.
‘The bad kind.’ I stopped. I didn’t know what to do. I could barely take it in. I decided to pretend that we never had the conversation. Husky walked into the lounge room. She saw Harry and smiled.
‘Hi Harry,’ she said, hugging him. Harry looked almost as shocked as I felt. Harry hugged back tightly. Husky pulled away and smiled, and then she ran up to her room. I stared at Harry. He looked as though he had just won the lottery. But it was obvious he had a hangover. He grinned at me.
‘You lucky bastard.’ Harry’s smile grew bigger. He nodded. I shook my head and left the room. At least Husky wasn’t holding a grudge.
Husky’s POV
I groaned and smacked my head against the bench. I didn’t want to go to the interview. Louis gave me a sympathetic look. Liam laughed. I shot him a glare. He put a hand over his mouth.
‘Why do I have to go?’
‘Because nobody is here and we’re not leaving you alone.’
‘Gosh darn it.’ The guys laughed at me. I glared at each of them in turn. I suddenly had an idea.
‘Can I bring a friend?’ Louis gave me a curious look.
‘Okay,’ he said hesitantly, as if unsure whether he was agreeing. I smiled and ran upstairs. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket.
‘Hi. Alex?’
‘Yeah, hi Husky!’ I smiled. Husky was always so enthusiastic when he talked to me.
‘Hi. The boys have to go to an interview. I was just wondering, do you wanna come?’
‘Oh, sorry. I would love to come, but I am going out with my foster parents tonight. Ask Ashton, I’m pretty sure he’s free. Thanks for asking though.’
‘That’s alright. Thanks.’
‘Bye, guuuuurrrrrrrllllllll.’
‘Shut up. Bye.’ I hung up. I remembered what Alex said about his family. Apparently his mother was a prostitute or something, and when she got pregnant, she dumped Finn on someone’s door step. I thought that it was horribly sad, but Finn just laughed about it. I tapped away at the keypad and pressed my phone to my ear.
‘Hello?’
‘Hi Ashton. It’s Husky.’
‘Oh, hi Husky!’
‘I was just wondering if you’d like to go to an interview with me tonight. I don’t really want to go, but the boys won’t let me stay home. Will you come with me?’
‘Of course!’
‘Thanks!’ Ashton and I worked out details. He asked me what he should wear, and didn’t know if I was joking when I said casual. After minutes of reassuring him that it was casual, I hung up.
I ripped open my wardrobe and pulled out this. I trotted downstairs. The boys were standing by the door. They smiled when they saw me.
‘Ready to go?’ Louis asked, smiling. I nodded and followed him out the door. Liam started the car and asked me for the directions to Ashton’s house. I gave them to him and he sped down the street. Liam parked and I saw Ashton coming down the drive of a large and beautiful house. I smiled. I was sitting on my own in the back, so he would sit beside me. Niall got out of the car and pulled his seat forward so Ashton could get in. He gave Niall a grateful smile and sat beside me.
‘Hi Husky.’
‘Hi Ash.’ He flashed me a grin and Liam started the car up again.
Niall’s POV
Ashton and Husky were chatting animatedly in the back, and Zayn was arguing with Harry over which of them would get to pick which restaurant we went to for dinner. I liked Ashton. He seemed shy, but he was quite funny, really.
We reached the interview station and we all jumped out of the car. Louis grabbed Husky’s hand and I gripped Ashton’s shoulder, steering him through the crowd. Once inside Husky sighed in relief and Ashton’s eyes were wide in surprise. Husky laughed at him with Liam.
The boys and I walked into the studio and smiled at the interviewer. She grinned at us and returned to talking to a few security guards. The security guards seemed tall and brutal, but looks can be deceiving. I suddenly had second thoughts about leaving Husky and Ashton in their care.
Ashton’s POV
Husky and I sat on a sofa backstage, talking about the teachers that we liked or disliked, and what we’d like to happen to them. Most of our idea’s involved a bus.
I heard a door slam and the TV came on. The boys had started their interview. Husky swivelled in her seat so that she could see the door leading into the studio. Two large bodyguards stormed in, ignoring me and heading for Husky. One of them pushed me off the sofa and onto the ground, and Husky yelled at him. The other covered her mouth and dragged Husky through another door. I pushed myself off the ground, but I was too slow. The door shut and locked. I slammed my fists against and yelled, but this room was soundproof, and no one would hear me. I turned to go into the studio, but that door was also locked. I turned to go to the exit, and I guess you know what happened. I howled in rage and kicked a chair. I was so angry with myself. I slammed my fists against the door until my knuckles started to bleed. Even then I didn’t stop.
Husky’s POV
The men dragged me into a room and stood me in front of a chair. I made a move to leave, but the men pushed me onto the chair. I crossed my arms and bowed my head, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.
‘You can’t ignore us forever, darling.’ I looked up to see where the sickly sweet voice was coming from. I saw I was in the middle of a small room, a guard either side of me. In front of me was a large mahogany desk, at which sat a tall blonde woman with stuffed up fake tan and caked on make-up. She smiled sincerely at me. I glared at her and bowed my head.
‘Look at her when she’s speaking to you,’ a guard grunted, whacking me over the head. I winced and my head throbbed. I am pretty sure that he hit me with his baton. I didn’t raise my head, afraid that my tears would spill and the guards would feel happy that they could prove that I was weak. I was weak. I was always on the edge of breaking point, and whenever I stepped over the edge, someone pulled me back, and then this repeated over and over again. I had an easy life. From my perspective, anyway. I never had to settle down. I was weak, because this life was breaking me.
The other guard grabbed my hair and pulled my head upwards so that I was facing the woman. She grinned at me.
The asked me questions. Mainly about the boys. What they did, where they went. I didn’t answer any of them. The guards grew more frustrated with my silence than anything else and struck my back, leaving me with bruises. One of them continued to bash me over the head. I started to feel dizzy and light-headed. I dropped my head forward so that I didn’t have to hold it up. There were more questions. I couldn’t concentrate on anything they said. I suddenly heard yelling and banging. I looked up and the door opened behind me.
Louis’ POV
The interviewer seemed nice enough, but whenever we tried to finish the interview, she would come up with another excuse to make us stay. Eventually we realised that we had to go, and we started to leave. The interviewer tried to make us stay, but the more she tried, the more persistent we became on leaving. When we got to the door, it was locked, so I pushed the lock on the handle and it clicked open.
Backstage Ashton was banging on a door. I ran over to him. I gripped his hands.
‘Ashton, what’s wrong? Where’s Husky?’ I looked at Ashton’s hands. His knuckles were cut and bleeding, and his eyes were filled with tears.
‘They took Husky,’ he sniffed, bashing the door with his knee. I joined him in trying to break down the door down. Eventually my knuckles were raw and bloody as well. Liam was calling the police. They arrived in ten minutes. The other guys tried to search anymore staff. The interviewer and her camera crew had vanished. When the police came, it took them a while to unlock the door. They pushed it open and we saw four people in the room. A blonde woman at a desk, Husky, sitting on a chair in front of the desk, and a guard either side of her. They were the guards we saw before the interview. Husky looked up at me. There were tears in her eyes and the cut on her cheek had started to bleed again. She gave me a pleading look. She tried to stand, but the guards pushed her back down harshly. They hadn’t noticed us yet and the woman at the desk was looking at the papers on her desk. She lifted her head and gasped. The guards turned around and one of them grabbed Husky. He pushed her back and her back slammed against the edge of the desk. She flinched and doubled over, her knees landing on the floor. The police ran forward, grabbing the guards and the woman and pulling them out of the room. Ashton and I ran to Huskey’s side. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I felt her tears stain my shoulder. I curled my arms around her and lifted her up so that I was standing. She gripped me tightly and I carried her out to the car. Ashton looked at her worriedly. I placed Husky in the backseat and Ashton scooted in beside her, gripping her hand tightly. I bit my lip and pushed the seat back into place. Everyone was in the car, except Liam, who was talking to the police. I turned slightly and saw Husky had tears running down her cheeks. Ashton was trying to comfort her but it wasn’t working. I turned fully so that I was facing her.
‘Husky, did they hurt you?’ Toni hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
‘What did they do?’ I asked, afraid of the answer. Husky looked away, using a tissue to dab at her bleeding cut. Ashton turned so that he was also facing Husky.
‘Tell Louis, Husky. He only cares,’ he said, wearing a concerned look. Husky bit her lip, as if deciding. She looked at me.
‘The guards had batons. They hit me on the back and on my head. I’m alright, though.’ I looked at her in horror. She turned back to the window, avoiding my gaze. Her eyes started to droop. Ashton frowned. Liam parked the car in his driveway. He whispered goodbye to Husky and waved to us as he stepped through his front door. Husky’s eyes closed and she rested her head against the window. I undid my seatbelt and climbed over the seats so that I was sitting next to her. She didn’t move, but I was reassured by the constant rise and fall of her chest.
We got home and Husky didn’t move. I carried her into the house and placed her on the couch. She blinked her eyes open and sat up slowly. She looked at me and quietly asked for a tissue. I quickly found one and gave it to her. She coughed a bucket-load of blood into it. She gave me a slightly worried look.
‘Hehe. I guess they hit me pretty hard.’ My brows furrowed and I sat beside her, rubbing her back. She gave me a small smile and leaned back into the couch, her eyes shutting.
‘Goodnight Louis.’
‘Goodnight Husky.’

Notes

Okay guys! I really hope u are enjoying this. And I really need a new character. Please if you have any idea's leave his/her name in the comments with a link to what they look like.