Adopted by 1D

Husky’s POV
I woke up and stretched. I looked around and fell off my bed. I wasn’t at the orphanage. I had no idea where I was. But it looked pretty schmancy. I rubbed my forehead (which had whacked against the bedside table) and looked around the room. There were two other boys in the room. They looked around twenty. I face palmed, remembering why I was there. I mean, how stupid can you get? I pulled myself onto the bed and closed my eyes. My head was throbbing. I must have hit it pretty hard. I heard Liam yawn. He had woken up. But Louis was still lightly snoring.
‘Hi,’ I said quietly, not wanting to wake Louis up.
‘Oh, Husky. Hi. How long have you been…..’ Liam stopped short. His eyes were on my forehead.
‘How did you manage to get do that!?’ he said loudly, making me jump. He saw that he had scared me.
‘Sorry,’ he mumbled. I raised my hand to my forehead. Sure enough, blood was trickling from a deep gash. I swore. Louis tutted. He was awake. His eyes grew to the size of golf balls when he saw the wound on my head.
‘I’m fine!’ I said, trying to reassure them. I honestly didn’t feel too bad. I just had a small headache. Louis gave me a disapproving look and Liam threw me a tissue box. I cleaned the blood off of my head and threw the tissue in the bin. I reached down and pulled my mothers ring from my tote bag, twirling it between my fingers. I felt the bed rise. I looked up and saw Louis sitting at the end of my bed.
‘That’s beautiful! Where did you get it?’ Louis asked, not taking his eyes off the shining emerald.
‘It was my mums. When she died the police found it and gave it to me,’ I said, not wanting to go into details.
‘How did she die?’ Liam asked, oblivious to the fact that this question made me uncomfortable.
‘My father murdered her. And my first adoptive family. That’s why I never stay with a family for over a week,’ I said, trying to sound normal.
‘Sorry,’ Liam whispered, obviously embarrassed at his question. I forced a smile and sat up. Louis was giving me a sad look. I threw my mothers ring in my bag and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
‘Whats for breakfast?’ I asked, attempting to change the subject.
‘Oh, you know, a buffet!’ Louis said, a huge grin on his face.
‘I’m sorry to be a nuisance, but I don’t usually eat much for breakfast.’ Louis smile faded.
‘What! But, theres bacon, eggs, waffles, pancakes, sausa..’ I raised my finger and cut him off.
‘No matter what you say, I’m eating no more than a slice of toast. I probably won’t even be able to hold that down,’ I said, standing up and stretching. Liam frowned at me.
‘Yes, I have an eating disorder. Don’t look at me like that, I’m not bulimic! I just don’t eat much!’ Liam frowned again, but stood up from his bed.
At breakfast, everyone ate heaps. Except me. Niall ate enough to feed a whole village! All the boys gave me weird looks when I said I was full. I already had one slice of toast, but they forced me to have another one. After I finished, I knew I was going to barf. I ran to the bathroom and let it all out. I felt someone hold back my hair. It was Louis. He rubbed my back as I held my knees for support. I looked around and none of the other boys were there. But I could hear Liam telling them off for forcing me to eat. God bless him. I wiped my face and slid down the wall. This time, there was no holding back the tears that flowed freely down my face. I buried my head in my knees, hoping that Louis would go away. He was probably really grossed out. I know I was. I felt Louis’ arm around me, and I leant against his shoulder. I really appreciated what they were trying to do for me. But I didn’t get my hopes up. I knew that I would be back in the orphanage by the end of the week.

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