Adopted by 1D

Liam’s POV
I watched Husky race into the bathroom. She had been forced to eat an extra piece of toast, and obviously, the result wasn’t good. Louis raced after her. I turned to the others, who started to follow him. ‘
What the hell were you thinking?! You can’t just force someone to eat! Now she has to pay the price! What the hell!’ I yelled at them, my insides boiling with fury. Niall looked down, embarrassed. Harry and Zayn looked confused.
‘She got an effing eating disorder! She can’t eat more than a slice of bread! And you go and force her to eat another!’ Niall looked up.
‘We’re really sorry. We didn’t know. We promise never to do it again.’ He sounded as though he was telling the truth, so I proceeded no further. I sat back down in my chair and buried my head in my hands. I felt so sorry for Husky. She hadn’t wanted to throw up, she just couldn’t help it. I remembered her saying that her father had murdered her mother and her first adoptive family. God, what things that girl has been through. I wonder what else she seen, or had happen to her. I decided that I would ask her later. I felt in no mood to hear anything sad or upsetting. I heard the chairs drag on the floor, and I knew Zayn, Harry and Niall had joined me to wallow in guilt. I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut.
Louis’ POV
I rubbed Husky's back as she spewed her guts out. There goes her toast. She wiped her face clean and fell to the floor, crying. Obviously she hated vomiting. I know I do. I wrapped my arm around her and she leaned her head against me. She didn’t stop crying. I stroked her hair and pressed my lips to the top of her head. I felt really bad. I hadn’t stopped the guys from forcing her to eat the toast. Then again, they didn’t know any better. I had already heard Liam tell the guys off, so they wouldn’t do that again anytime soon. I pulled Husky closer and wrapped both arms around her, continuing to stroke her brown hair. Her teary blue eyes looked up at me.
‘Thankyou Louis,’ she said quietly, her voice cracked. I shook my head. She had nothing to thank me for. I may have been trying to comfort her, but I reckon I was doing a pretty lousy job. I stood up and pulled Husky up with me. She brushed herself off and forced a smile. I forced one back and walked out of the bathroom, keeping my hand on her shoulder as we left. I saw all four guys sitting at the table, heads in hands. Husky left for her room, and I sat at the table. The guys all looked up at me, and I rubbed my eyes, trying to hold back tears. It was close to impossible. I felt so sorry for Husky. I had only known her for about a day, and I already loved her and cared for her. She was my baby girl, and I wanted her to feel better. To be able to eat normally. To know that the guys and I cared for her. But that would take a lot of effort.

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