shton: The memories of you sitting in the room you once shared with three other girls made you cringe. You always knew that no matter how good your life is now, you will always be an orphan. You were raised an orphan, not a single person wanted you. No one wanted the ratty, nerdy girl that wasn’t worth it. You watched as the other girls came and went, some not even lasting a month until they got adopted. Yet there you were, waiting for someone who was never going to come. Once you turned eighteen, you got to leave that place. You were able to show and prove everybody that you weren’t just another orphan, but you were. That’s all you’d ever be. But not in Ashton’s eyes. In his eyes, you were one in a million. You were his little warrior for dealing with your horrible past. He loved you for you, and he didn’t care you were an orphan.
Calum: As you walked hand in hand with Calum, you passed the building that contained a lot of your memories. You shivered as you looked away from the ancient structure that was left of the place.
"Alright what is up? Every time we walk or ride by this orphanage you shiver or cringe, why?" Calum asked, making a sudden stop. You looked down to the floor and shrugged.
"Tell me, please?" He begged, his tone not as harsh is it was less than twenty seconds ago. You grabbed his wrist and pull him up the small set of stairs that lead up to the door. You pushed open the door and feel sickened by the memories.
"Y/N? Darling is that you? Oh my! You’ve gotten so big!" Mrs. Young, the lady who runs the orphanage, greets you.
"Y/N, this isn’t making any sense. Who is this lady? How does she know you?" Calum asked again. You smiled at Mrs. Young and gave her a hug.
"This is the lady who took care of me when I," You took a long intake of air and let it out, "when I lived here." You answered. Calum’s eyes widen and his jaw dropped.
"You’re an o-"
"Orphan." You finished for him. Mrs. Young stood in the side and watched you both with cautious eyes, but a small smile still at her lips.
"I’ve missed you, sweetie. You were sure a big help here, before you became a woman and left." She said, a small tear escaping her left eye. You hugged here, but said your farewells, promising to visit more often.
"So?" You asked Calum, who still has yet to say a word to you.
"Y/N, Why did you never tell me? Is that why you always dodged all the question about family? Oh God, it all makes sense. I’m so sorry." He rambled, pulling you in a large hug.
Luke: "Are you sure about this?" You asked Luke. He cradled the delicate baby girl in his long arms, looking at her with eyes of adoration and sadness.
"Positive. We can’t keep her, not now. We can keep her in our life, she is our daughter, but we- I can’t. We can keep in touch with the adoptive parents. We can ask for anything we want, little Ayleen is always going to be in our life." He said, his voice gentle and calm.
"I just, I don’t want her to think we abandoned her and put her in an orphanage." You replied, now standing beside Luke and watching as Ayleen opened up her eyes, revealing her blue eyes that she inherited from her father.
"She won’t, maybe we can explain it her when she is older." He compromised. You nodded before preparing everything and getting in the car. You strapped up Ayleen and sat in the passenger’s seat, while Luke drove. The ride was quiet and heartbreaking.
"This isn’t goodbye, Angel." You whispered to her, giving her forehead a kiss and putting a necklace on her fragile body.
Michael: "So Y/N, has Michael met your parents?" Michael’s mom asked you.
"Well, he has met my foster parents." You replied, gently placing the glass cup in the dishwasher.
"Oh, where are your real parents?" She asked, handing you a plate.
"They gave me up. The orphanage i lived in had to shut down, and they gave me to a foster home. I’ve been there ever since." You told her, not exactly fazed by it.
"So, you’ve never met your real mother and father?"
"I must’ve at some point. I was probably too young to remember. I don’t mind really. My foster parents are amazing and I love them to death, better than my real parents would’ve ever been.
