Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Twenty

Amelia POV

 

I heard the door open and a few low mutters so I turned around.

All of them were there, not just Harry, but all of them. Liam, Niall, Louis and of course, Harry.

I shrieked, although I didn't mean for it to sound so high-pitched and, well, girly. I just couldn't believe they were all standing there, in person. Seeing Harry in real life was amazing but this is just... there are no words to describe how happy I am, my idols.

I was smiling until I saw them scowl at me, except Harry who had a blank expression on his face.

The officer 'baby-sitting' me quickly jumped up when he realised who they were.

"Hi, I'm Isaac Fink, my daughter's a big fan." He went to shake their hands, a wide smile on his face. The boys just shook his hands without any enthusiasm; I'm guessing they were too angry at me to even care what this Isaac guy was saying.

"Who is she?" Liam asked, finally turning his gaze from me and towards Isaac.

"Well, her name is Amelia Hersch. There isn't much on her, her mother is in a coma in London Hospital, has been for a few years now," I thought I saw their faces fade from anger to pity, but it could've been a trick of the light or something. "No recorded father, she was raised by her mother and when she fell into a coma she ran off her mothers health insurance money but that money is almost gone. That would probably explain what she did." Isaac said, looking down at the papers he held in his hand.

Liam, Niall and Louis didn't look as angry as they were before but apparently, the sympathy vote still didn't help with the anger though. I thought I'd do anything to get them to know that I exist, but now, as they stare at me like they are, I really do regret taking Harry away from them and keeping him all to myself.

Harry's face was almost unreadable. I didn't think he was angry though, or at least, it didn't look like it.

"Are we allowed to talk to her?" Louis said.

They're talking about me like I'm not there listening to every word. I feel like an animal at the zoo, and the Liam, Niall and Louis are the little boys asking if they can pet me. I hate this.

"Usually, no. But you guys can, if I get an autograph for my daughter." Isaac was smiling widely.

I scoffed, the noise not ignored by the boy's, who looked at me with disgust, although it wasn't as intense as how they were looking before.

"Right then." They all proceeded to sign a blank piece of paper, giving a small message as Isaac requested.

Liam was the first to talk to me and the others were looking on. Harry although, was trying to look at anything other than me.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

"You seemed to have worked that out already in your minds. You think I'm some girl looking for money because she can't survive on her own so she decided to do something extreme. If I wanted money, I would've robbed the bank." I said, not moving a muscle except my jaw.