Adopted (twice) (1D Fan Fic) {COMPLETED}

Chapter 12 ~ Steph

Chapter 12 ~ Steph

I was going to murder someone and I didn't care who it was. I was so angry at Maddie for kissing Dylan. I was mad at Jake and Dylan for keeping that from us for over three weeks. Gab was heartbroken for three weeks (this was back when she was 16) because a bitch couldn't stand her happiness with Dylan and wanted to tear them apart. Sure, they eventually got back together after Dylan realised it couldn't be true. That bitch dumped Spencer because Gab and Dylan broke up. Jesus Christ! I want to punch something to let my anger out.

"Steph, look at me!" Natasha yelled in my face. I felt tears streaming down my face and I couldn't help but look at Dylan murderously. "Calm down! This is not his fault!" I heard Natasha saying quietly. He did kiss, even if it wasn't his choice, our arch-nemesis. That's what me and Cat called her, at least. Everyone's eyes were on me and Natasha. The shaking was stopping but I was still pretty pissed off. "Just breathe, okay?" Natasha said quietly. "Do you want to talk later?" I nodded angrily. "Later then. Go rest," she said to me, as I looked at her. She was angry, that I could tell. I just nodded again, walking to the room that we were sharing with Gab.

As I was entering the room, I heard Louis say to someone, "You guys are weird." I knew it had to be Natasha he was speaking to. She believed us girls were just different to others. We understood each other, what everyone was going through whether it was a breakup or if it was falling hard for a boy. Stuff happens. I actually believed that Gab understood everyone, no matter if it was they were female or male, until we met Dylan. Unless she was being oblivious to the embarrassment he was causing himself (in other words not seeing what we were seeing), which I highly doubt, or else she was just trying to ignore him because he embarrassed himself a lot. But it was as clear as day that he was head over heels in love with her. He made her happy, the happiest she had been since her last boyfriend before Jake dumped her. She promised herself she wouldn't fall for another boy unless she was entirely sure that he wouldn't break her fragile little heart.

I suddenly snapped myself out of my thoughts and brought myself back to reality as the door closed. I looked over at her sleeping and I agreed with her. She definitely was fragile.

I grabbed my pillow and blanket and set it up on the other side of the room. I really don't want her to step on me in the morning. I was still angry but thinking of everything else has made me calmer. Things that aren't my troubles. At least I wouldn't be crabby in the morning if I did do this type of thing. I snuggled into my blanket and I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Until morning.

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"They look so peaceful," I heard someone whispering. It was male, that I could tell. British accent. "Should we wake them?"

"No," another voice whispered. Again, it was male and British. "They're girls. They will kill you if you wake them up."

"I would," I answered sleepily. "And I will, 'cos ya just did." I sat up slowly and saw that there were two men in the room and it took me a while to make them out. I mean, it was morning. I finally registered their faces. Zayn Malik and Harry Styles. I took one look at the clock and I was ready to kill them. It was only 9am! Plus, I was still angry from the night before and I had a lot to get out.

"Told you," Zayn said, looking at Harry. So, he was voice two. That means that Harry woke me up. I don't care who he is or how famous he is but, goddammit, he woke me up before 10.

"Could you please get out?" I asked politely. Now I'm awake, I may as well go for a little jog to get rid of my anger. "I would like to get changed. I love you guys but, uh, it's about to get R-rated in here."

"We're fine with that," Harry said flirtatiously. I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Unless you want Gab and Natasha to wake up and kill you. Get. Out," I said, sounding angrier than I expected. They were probably more scared of three girls killing them than one because they ran out of the room at top speed. I still felt so angry at everyone and I really just needed to let it out. I found my track suit pants and jacket, put my sneakers on and walked quietly out of the room. Every single one of the boys were up and I couldn't help but think that they were just stupid. It was really early. I was grumpy and they were cheerful. It's not a very good mix.