Brokenhearted-1

Bri's Point of View

"Bri come clean the kitchen!" Jill yells towards my room.

I live in a foster home. Well more of a center, they send the kids here and hopefully get sent to a home.

This is the fifth time I've been in one and fourth country. I was born in England, went to Australia, then the U.S., then Canada, Ireland, and back to England.

I'm seventeen with dirty blonde hair. I've been arrested once for apparently being annoying. I was in jail for three hours before they let me go because I was bothering other inmates.

Jill, the owner of the foster center, hates my guts. I've gotten on her nerves and now I'm back.

Harry's Point of View

"Let's go!" I yell excitedly.

We're going to the foster center to get someone that we can pay to hang out with us.

"Calm down Harry!" Paul says pushing us out of the flat and into the car.

The drive there was long and boring. It was two hours of doing nothing. Just glad we're here.

"So you guys here to foster a kid?" the lady asks. She is old and grouchy.

"Yup! What's the oldest?"

"Seventeen, I'll lead you to their room."

We follow her down different hallways to a bright red door.

She opens the door to a beautiful girl laying upside down on a beaten up bed. She is belting out song lyrics that I'm unfamiliar with.

"Do you guys mind?"

"I told you to clean the kitchen."

"I was tired."

"This is Bri. You don't want to foster her. The others will back in a minute."

"Why not?" Liam asks.

"She's been in five different homes, four countries and has been arrested once."

Bri's Point of View

Jill explains to the boys why they shouldn't foster me. I couldn't care less, I just don't want to be abandoned by another family again.

"I like her," the curly one says.

I raise my eyebrows at him. "Can we get her?" the Irish one asks.

"I'm not a dog you know."

"Sorry."

"You must be over 25 to foster a child." Jill says.

"Paul please!" they beg.

"I'll have to ask my wife."

"Please!"

"Fine, where are the papers?"

"Here, sign this, and leave."

"Don't miss me," I say.

"Don't worry."

Harry's Point of View

"Paul can I date your daughter?" I ask.

The girl walks pasts me and ruffles my hair saying, "In your dreams curly." She lightly laughs and brushes past the rest of us and goes to a closet and pulls out a suitcase.

"Need any help?"

"From you? No. Maybe from him though," she says motioning towards Louis.

"Ha!" He says walking towards the open suitcase.

"Okay pack up and get you home to meet your new mum," Paul instructs, grabbing clothes from the top shelf of the closet.

"Liam and Zayn can you give this to the lady. Then come straight back, got it?"

"Yes," they say together.

They exit and I kneel down and help fold her little clothes and place them in the bag.

"You can just throw them in. I don't mind," she says gently.

I look to her face. It looks hurt, soft, and worried.

Bri's Point of View

I throw the rest of what I have into the suitcase and stand up. "I'll take it." Curly says.

"Thanks," I say handing it over. I smile as he takes the bag from me.

"Okay let's go," Paul says opening the door.