Paul Higgins Is My Adopted Father?

This Is Getting Heated -_- Why Me?

Emma's POV

We all pile into the van and I was stuck inbetween Niall and Harry. This ought to be fun. We all start talking inbetween ourselves , and I was trying to stop Harry and Niall's bickering. Eventually it got really bad. "Love the blonde hair Niall. Wasn't it because of your first girlfriend? Your pet chicken? Even that left you" Harry sneers and I glare at him. "Says Mr. One-night-stand over here? At least I date people my age" He snips back. I groan and move through the limo until I was inbetween Eleanor and Perrie. They both look at me in sympathy but I put on a fake smile and continue with our little conversations.

We all pile out of the limo putting on our sunglasses and hoodies neverminding the burning weather. We enter Nandos and I race to get a window seat. Then I grab Danielle so she could sit next to me. Now I don't need to deal with the two horrids. The waitress comes over and immedtiatly turns her attention to Harry. She looked totally fake with a fake tan, hair extentions, false eyelashes, looks like she got a breast and ass implant as well. Her make-up was cakes and it made her look worse than Nicki Minaj. Her skirt was 10 sizes too small, and she wore her top folded in. I could imagine her wearing a g-string as well. "Hello, my name is Stacey. I'll be your waitress today. Is there anything I can get you?" She asks twirling her fake hair with her fake tanned fingers. I could hear the double meaning in the words she spoke too. She was only looking at Harry when she spoke. I immediatly hated her.

"Um..." Harry mumbled trying not to look down her top. "Yes we will all have the bread sticks and a real waitress, not a girl who makes Barbie want to have plastic surgery thanks" I sass and everyone looks at me, trying not to laugh. I smirk at the girl/barbie and she drops her jaw. "Excuse me?" She asks looking at me with her eyes turning red. She was clearly angry. "Waitresses don't talk back to their customers. Now go fetch the things I ordered" I demand and she bites back a remark and storms off, hips swaying dangerously. I was right about the g-string.

Harry's POV

The girl walks away and I look at Emma in shock. "Where did that come from?" I ask her whispering. She has never been bitchy before. This was a new version of her. And I liked it. "Did you see her? She is the biggest peice of plastic I have ever seen! And I have been to a factory the specialises in plastic!" I laugh and so do the others. I look behind the counter and see the girl Stacey sending daggers at Emma. I smirk at her when she was looking at me and she immediatly softens.

I look back at the others and I hear heels walking towards us. I look and it was still Stacey, but she had the bread sticks. This ought to be good. She stopps at our table and smiles at me. "Here are the bread sticks." She bends down unnessasarily to put the sticks down. Louis was opposite me and we both were trying not to look at her boobs. I failed. By the fact that Eleanor slapped Lou on the head he did too. Stacey smirked at me and Emma glares at me then the waitress. "What happened to the second part of my order? I requested a new waitress" Stacey planted a fake smile on her face and said. "All of the other waitresses are too busy passing out because that blonde is in the room. To be honest they should be fangirling over One Direction, not a random tag along" My fists tightened and I looked at Emma who was red in fury. "As you already know Niall is in One Direction" Stacey smiles evily at Niall and says "He shouldn't be. He is talentless and is not even attractive"

I almost dived on Emma to stop her pouncing on the slut. But I was too angry myself to move. I glared at her and she looks at me smiling sweetly. "But Harry here on the otherhand, is a sex god!" She sits on my lap and puffs hre chest out making them look bigger. "Um" I mutter and get my head in the game. I push her off me. "Niall is talented! And did you call him ugly? I'm not to sure because I can't hear you over the sound of girls dropping dead at the sight of him!" Stacey looks at me in shock. "You think so? Hmm my taste differs. Maybe you are really gay?!" She gasps in shock and wipes her arms as if she had gunk on them. Next thing you know Emma has dived off the table and was on top of her punching her in the face over and over.