Adopted By Harry Styles

Chapter 60

  It's been two days since the whole ordeal with Howard. Justin called me repeatedly to check if I was okay and if I was hurt, even though those things are sort of the same thing. I only have slight bruising on my back thanks to the beer bottle that was thrown at me. Other then that I'm fine.

  I sit in my couch in excitement and nervousness. Playing with my thumbs, for some reason, makes me a bit calmer. Trust me, I would much rather go outside and smoke a cig to get some relief, but I'm trying this new thing called "trying not to get cancer at the moment and live."

Today is going to be an awesome day! Niall, Liam, and Louis are coming! Remember with the whole play thing but they don't know that yet and...yeah. I'm pretty sure your wondering if Zayn is coming after...you know. Well, I'm actually not sure. I mean, a little part of me hope he does since I haven't seen him in a while, but also there's another part of me that hopes he stays as far away from me as possible. I love Zayn I really do, but how can I forgive him after the whole...thing.

  Wow this got sad rather quickly.

  I really do hope he comes. I want him to at least talk to me. No calls or texts or emails. Nothing. The only times I actually get to know what's happening with Zayn nowadays, is by ether watching the Telly or by social media. It's kind of sad really. Believe me, I do text him, but he reads it and then never responds. I miss him. I want him in my life. It's just that--never mind...it doesn't matter anyway.

  My dad and Gem are on there way to the airport to pick them up. What is taking them so long? Did something happen to them? What if they got kidnapped?! What if they got into a crash and I'm an orphan again?! As you can see, I'm not good with pressure and  when that happens I end of thinking about the worst case scenario.

Can anyone relate? No? Just me and my crazy mine? Okay. Just wanted to ask.

Meh.

The more fiddling I do with my thumbs the more anxious I become. Pretty soon I start to move positions on the couch. First in sideways, then slanted, then upright, then wiggling my legs while on my stomach, I'm on my back, I'm upside down. I'm blaming Louis if I end up getting hurt. Or Niall. Ether one is fine by me.

"How do clams have sex?" I say to myself. "I mean, they have shells all over themselves. Do they literally bang against each other? Do the men clams hide their dicks in their shell? Do the women clams hide their vagina?" I roll over onto my stomach.

"So this is how bored I am," I say. "And yet, I'm still talking to myself...I have a problem." Suddenly I hear the doorknob fiddle and I run to the kitchen and quickly grab a pan without thinking. I really am insane.  

  The door opens and the first thing I hear is: "...but the real question is how they got there and why!" and think Harry said that.

  "Guys!" I say running and dropping the pan. I run up to the guys and give them all a hug. "Thank god your here!"

  "Why because you missed us?" Liam said.

  "No because I was just having a full on conversation with myself on how clams have sex!" I blurt out. Everyone just gives me looks and Niall burrs out laughing. "I did miss you guys though," I say a little more calmly.

  "We missed you too you psycho," said Louis. Once we let go of one another we calmly walked towards the couch.

  "Why is the pan on the floor?" Gemma asked.

  "Hey, I was on the break of insanity, Gem," I said. Gemma shrugs her shoulders and puts the pan away.

  "So how have you been, Brooke?" Niall asked.