Adopted by 1D

Husky's POV
I must have fallen asleep, because Louis was shaking me softly, telling me to wake up. I blinked a couple of time, and stretched. Niall led me by the hand from the car. I groaned. Ahead of us was a massive crowd of fan-girls. It made the crowd at the orphanage seem miniscule. I was pulled forward into the crowd. All I could hear were the insults.
'Go die, you're just a charity case!'
'Back off from Niall! He's mine!'
'Why are you so fat!?'
'You're just a stupid slut! Go burn yourself!'
'Kill it with fire!!!'
I blinked back tears. I felt Niall's grip tighten on me. After walking a hundred metres through the crowd (it felt like miles), we came to an airway, lit up by bright voluminous lights that shone like stars. I smiled. This was the prettiest thing that I'd seen in years. The insults behind me turned into a buzz while I stared at the enormous jet that was situated in front of me. It was bigger than I could ever imagine. I felt privileged just to be looking at it. The inside was even more amazing. Plush white leather couches that looked comfy, and were better than they looked. I never got to sit on the couches at the orphanage. I would get hit if I even tried. I felt uncomfortable on the couch, so I sat on a plastic chair that was placed at a marble table. Urghh! I started to get frustrated with myself. I just kept getting impressed by everything. I decided to look for flaws, but that didn't work out too well, since there were none. I must have looked extremely fascinated. '
Impressive, isn't it? I honestly think that it is a bit much, but, I can't exactly complain,' Louis said, smiling at me.
I pulled my mothers ring from my tote bag. I twirled it between my fingers, admiring the shine that it gave off. Nothing meant more to me than that ring. I valued it more than my life, although, I valued anything more than my life. Probably even the gum that was stuck to the underside of the table.
'Looking forward to tour?' Harry asked me. I nodded, not knowing what else to say. I was actually quite worried. There were bound to be even more fan-girls, and I was not looking forward to it.
'Did you hear what they said back there?' asked Niall, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head.
'No, why?' None of the boys answered. I gave them a strange look, but returned my attention to my mothers ring. I wasn't going to tell them that I knew hat their fans thought of me. Tears threatened to spill over, so I stood up and made my way down the isle towards the toilet. Once inside, I leaned against the wall and slid down it. I cried silently. After a bit of a cry, I stood up and looked in the mirror. My eyes weren't red and puffy, because I cried so much. I wiped away the tears and left the bathroom, hoping the boys wouldn't realise that I was crying. Thankfully, they didn't.
We checked in to a large luxury hotel. We booked two rooms. Liam, Louis and I in one, the rest in another. I went to sleep that night without another thought.

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